In the following days, Odis diligently wrote "The Combat Manual" at the herbalist shop, and he could clearly feel the effects of the potion's absorption.
He anticipated that once he finished writing this book, he would be able to fully digest the potion.
Odis also crafted some extraordinary weapons for use in Sunday's match.
These weapons cost him nearly 500 pounds! It stung a little.
On Saturday, Odis completed the deal with "The Hanged Man" Alger, spending another 750 pounds to obtain the same main material as the Sequence 7 "Wizard"—"The Complete Brain of the Pale Neck."
Odis plans to see if he can trade for another key ingredient at next week's Tarot meeting.
As for the meetings of the Mysticism Research Society, they are not held regularly on a weekly basis, so Odis plans to reschedule the meeting for next Tuesday.
Sunday arrived quickly, and around nine o'clock in the morning, Odis arrived at the "Nanmu Ballroom," gave Mandy 500 pounds in cash, and asked her to do something for him.
He then returned to the herbal shop and waited for Simon to arrive.
Odis ate dinner early and waited for Simon, who came to pick him up for the match, around six o'clock in the evening.
After getting into the carriage, the two sat facing each other, and Simon exclaimed again, "The more I think about it these past two days, the more I feel that your plan is absolutely perfect!"
"Back then, you came to my underground fighting arena to fight in underground boxing matches because you hoped to use my connections to get into the fighting arena at 155 Kings Road, right?"
"Without realizing it, I have already been used by you."
"I'm not a god," Odis smiled. "At the time, I didn't know you had access to 155 King's Road."
"Tonight's plan only came to mind after I learned that you had such connections. In the following days, I made some improvements and used some of my channels to gather intelligence to ensure that the plan could proceed smoothly."
Simon took a deep breath: "That's still pretty impressive."
He was very curious about what kind of intelligence Odis was collecting.
Odis did not continue the topic, but suddenly asked, "Did you give your wife the previous 60 pounds in cash?"
Upon hearing this question, Simon suddenly became somewhat flustered: "I gave it to her."
"I have a subordinate who is a gang leader. He also has a lot of bad habits: alcoholism, gambling, and a penchant for fighting," Odis said calmly.
"I never object to my subordinates' bad habits, after all, entertainment options are really limited in this era."
"But no matter what kind of bad habit it is, there should always be a limit."
Odis seemed to be talking about something completely unrelated to the two of them, but Simon already felt a chill run down his spine.
He was a gambler, and an addict to gambling. He didn't give the 60 pounds to his wife at all; he gambled it all away in the last few days.
"In my opinion, the right balance is whether or not you treat your family well within your means," Odis continued slowly. "You love your daughter very much, but you are not a qualified father or husband."
"Living under someone else's roof is not easy. With your income, they don't need to live like this at all."
"It's not that I'm being overly sympathetic, but if you treat even your own family like this, how will you treat me when it really matters? How can you expect me to trust a gambler with no bottom line?"
Simon swallowed hard and quickly said, "Mr. Lelouch, listen to me..."
Odis suddenly drew the dagger from his waist and slashed Simon's throat.
Simon looked surprised and quickly covered his neck with both hands, but blood still gushed out of his veins.
"You know my true identity. Since you haven't passed the test I gave you and can't gain my trust, I have no choice but to make you disappear completely." Odis kicked Simon, who was trying to escape, back into his seat.
"You should have been prepared for this from the moment you joined this game! This is Backlund, the backlund that eats people without spitting out the bones."
He paused and then said, "Don't worry, I've already arranged for your wife and daughters to go to the countryside and bought the Passion Bar from them for 500 pounds."
"Well, after you die, that run-down bar will naturally be bought by your wife."
"In the countryside of East Chestershire, you can buy a two-story house with a yard for just seventy or eighty pounds. Now land is cheap, and you can become a small farmer by buying land for 100 pounds."
"As long as they work hard enough and don't invest recklessly, the mother and daughter will be well-off for the rest of their lives."
Simon had lost too much blood and was convulsing, unable to escape again.
In the final moments of his life, he listened intently to the man's words, afraid of missing a single word.
"I also specifically instructed the subordinates who were to do this," Odis continued, "to spread rumors that your wife and daughters are mistresses and illegitimate children arranged by some important person."
"This can effectively prevent them from being bullied, or at least make those who want to take advantage of them think twice."
"As for your shabby pub, it's not worth 500 pounds. Consider it a token of appreciation for your hard work and dedication in doing things for me during this time."
"And your manager and several important subordinates will die in the upcoming gang shootout."
"Alright, you can go now."
Blood was everywhere, Simon's eyes were unfocused, and he died in regret and remorse.
After confirming that Simon was dead, Odis knocked on the wooden planks of the carriage, and the carriage immediately stopped.
The driver got out of the driver's seat and opened the door: "Mr. Garr."
The coachman turned out to be Enoch, and the carriage was called by Simon.
In other words, Simon has been under Enoch's surveillance for the past few days.
Odis took out a bottle of "corpse-dissolving water" from his pocket: "Dispose of the body properly, make it clean."
Enoch nodded: "Yes."
As Odis got out of the car, he said, "Don't take over Passion Bar right away. Wait until other gangs take over there, then drive them out next month and take over the bar."
The carriage stopped in a quiet alley, where there were no pedestrians around.
"Yes, Mr. Gar." Enoch waved, and a carriage drove up from the other end of the alley.
The driver said respectfully, "Mr. Garr."
Odis nodded, got into the carriage and completed the disguise. By then, the carriage had arrived on the street.
He got off the carriage again, waited a short while, and then hailed a horse-drawn carriage to continue his journey to 155 King's Road.
As soon as Odis stepped out of the carriage outside the arena, police officers and arena attendants surrounded him.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
One of the policemen said, "Lelouch, I suspect you're involved in a murder and arson case..."
Odis, who was already wearing a mask, raised her hand and said, "I am well aware of the consensus between the fighting arena and the police. You don't need to scare me like this."
As he was talking, he calmly paid the driver's fare and was about to go inside when he was stopped by a middle-aged policeman with deep eyes: "No matter what, you are a murderer and an arsonist. Don't be too arrogant."
Odis's spiritual senses indicated that this was an extraordinary being, likely the captain of a "Night Watch" squad.
He said coldly, "Do you know about the 3N Party? How many people's blood is on their hands? Why didn't you speak up and stop them from being so arrogant?"
The policeman with the deep-set eyes was named Carl, and he was indeed the captain of the "Night Watch" squad. He paused slightly after hearing Odis's words and stepped back to make way for Odis.
Odis was led to the lounge by a waiter.
Some of the police followed closely behind, while others went to the stands, ready to keep a close eye on Odis's every move.
In the lounge, the middle-aged man who looked like the butler greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Lelouch, Manager Bishop asked me to inform you that you have been awarded the opportunity to join the 3N Party and become its leader."
"If you are willing to become the leader of the 3N Party and survive tonight's game, Mr. Bishop is willing to pay a huge bail for you to get you acquitted in the South Bridge case."
Odis nodded: "I am willing to become the leader, but if I win the battle tonight, I hope to join the 3N Party at the moment of victory, in the presence of Mr. Bishop."
The middle-aged man, who looked like a butler, said, "I will pass on your message."
Then he asked, "Didn't your agent, Simon, come along?"
"I've fired him," Odis said. "I will hire a new agent as soon as possible."
The other party was not surprised. After all, starting tonight, he would become the new leader of the 3N Party, and it was normal to change to a more presentable proxy.
So he just nodded and didn't ask any further questions.
As usual, Odis sat down and closed her eyes to rest. At seven o'clock sharp, she entered the venue after being reminded by a middle-aged man who looked like a butler.
This competition was held at the same stadium with simulated streets.
Many people know that today's game is exceptionally exciting, so there are more spectators than usual, filling the stands to capacity.
This includes Audrey Hall.
She saw the direction of the entrance from afar, and the young man wearing a mask and dark knight's clothes was none other than Lelouch, whom she had seen before.
After Audrey's further observation, she still believed that Lelouch was not a bloodthirsty person. Was he really the murderer in the case in the South District of the bridge?
On the field, Odis saw his opponent, Chibman.
The two had already sparred once and knew each other to be formidable opponents. So, with serious expressions, they approached each other and finally stopped about two meters apart.
Chibman suddenly spoke up: "I didn't expect that your goal was to become the leader of the 3N Party."
Odis smiled slightly, offered no explanation, and instead took a tentative step forward, throwing a punch to launch the first attack.
Chibman raised his hand to block, but Odis suddenly moved closer and kicked out. Chibman turned to dodge, and Odis took the opportunity to lean up and squeeze Chibman, making him stumble.
Odis seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand and began to launch a series of attacks using elbow strikes, bumps, and squeezes.
In the stands, Audrey and other young noblemen found Lelouch's fighting style very novel and began to discuss his shoving and bumping techniques.
At this moment, the experienced Chibman gradually regained his footing and began to counterattack. Odis's arm was accidentally grabbed by him, and he suddenly threw Odis to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.