They all call me master

The news about the "Psychic Medium's Hall" suspending operations for a week was published today, and the customers outside the door probably didn't see it.

Arthur thought before looking out through the spyglass.

But when he saw the newspaper in the other person's hand through the looking glass, he frowned - the newspaper was today's "The Clarion".

There must have been news about him taking a break.

But the other party still came.

This is to...

look for a job?

A profession like 'spiritual medium' is destined to have no shortage of people looking for trouble - some are out of curiosity, some are people who have offended before and want to seek revenge, and some are simply 'spiritual mediums' themselves.

In short, the 'spiritual medium' who is entangled in fame and fortune is just a stepping stone in the eyes of too many people.

And for such people?

A harsh lesson!

'Anyone who touches the bottom line of a 'spiritual medium', let them go to a dry well to repent! ’

Old Charlie said it more than once.

But when Arthur looked at the other person carefully, he didn't feel like it - the other person was about thirty years old, wearing this year's popular men's four-piece suit. The style was very new, but it was a little dirty. It had obviously not been washed for a long time. Just like the other person's messy hair and bloodshot eyes.

‘Full of anxiety and worry. ’

'I saw the news that I was going out of business today, and then I took advantage of the situation and asked people around me to find out my name, so I hurried here - I haven't sorted out my clothes and face for a long time, but the styles of the clothes are very new and the fabrics are good. In addition, having money to buy newspapers proves that the other party has certain financial conditions. It is not that he does not want to organize it, but that he has no way to organize it, such as lack of fresh water...

Running a boat?

If he is not strong enough, he must be the navigator instead of the boatswain!

However, due to the recent weather in South Los Angeles, all large ships have not left the port, and small ships have not dared to leave, so the only thing left is——

Smuggling ship! ’

Arthur initially deduced the identity of the other party.

However, Arthur did not open the door.

He did not want to be associated with the smuggling ship - smuggling was expressly prohibited by the countess, and as many smugglers were hanged as pirates in the dock area.

"Sorry, the psychic hall is temporarily closed for a week!"

Arthur said this through the door.

He confirmed that the other party could hear him, but the visitor knocked on the door again.

Bang, bang!

Moreover, with the slapping, the opponent's mood also changes.

Angry, annoyed.

Gradually, it started to get out of control.

He even started banging his head against the fence gate when he got to the back.

Bang, bang!

After just two blows, not only was there blood on my forehead, but the skin and flesh were also turned out.

This state forced Arthur to open the door.

The moment the door of No. 2 Kirk Street opened, the other party stopped hitting him. When he saw the traces of the slap remaining on Arthur's face, shame appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, Sir Kratos, I...

who I am?

Why am I here?

What am I doing here? "

Confusion suddenly appeared on the face of the man who was apologizing. He stood there blankly. When he looked at Arthur, he couldn't help but ask: "Hello, what happened?"

As he said that, the other party touched the mark of the impact on his forehead, his face showing pain.

Arthur's eyes were filled with surprise.

‘Amnesia? ’

‘Or disguise? ’

If it's the former, there's no problem, but if it's the latter, then why is the other person approaching him?

Arthur immediately thought of the 'Mouse Parliament' that should be destroyed at this moment. He looked at the newsboy beside him and popped out a rope.

"Go and notify Chief Maltz for me."

"Okay, Mr. Kratos."

The newsboy who received the 1-cord beamed with joy, turned around and ran towards the police station, while the amnesiac man subconsciously wanted to stop him.

"No, you can't..."

boom!

The other party wanted to say something else, so Arthur punched the other party in the abdomen, then grabbed the other party's collar and dragged the other party back to No. 2 Kirk Street.

When he closed the door, Arthur did not forget to nod to the neighbors around him.

Neighbors also responded.

This visitor seemed unusual at first glance, and Arthur's actions did not offend the neighbors. Instead, they all walked away to express their approval.

What's more, Arthur took the initiative to call the police.

"Let me go!"

"let me go!"

"Damn it, are you on the same side as them?"

The visitor began to curse again.

Arthur was indifferent. He picked up the rope and tied up the opponent who was unable to move due to pain. He also stuffed a rag into the opponent's mouth. In the process, Arthur smelled a faint smell of sea, which made him Confirm again that the other party is the pilot of the smuggling ship.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The other person continued to struggle.

However, this time, the other person's face was full of horror.

The other person's body lying in the corridor began to tremble rapidly. His eyes looking at Arthur were full of pleading, and even started to shed tears.

Arthur was indifferent to this

He had poached chicken breasts for Pendragon and himself.

While Arthur was mixing himself a vinegar-sugar dipping sauce, Maltz arrived.

The sergeant showed up at No. 2 Kirk Street with Patrolman Andy and two other unknown patrolmen. When he saw the tied visitor, the sergeant was stunned.

"Mr. Jenkin?!"

"know?"

Arthur, who was holding the dipping sauce, tilted his head slightly. He thought the name sounded familiar.

"Well, Mr. Jenkin is a famous painter in South Los Angeles - but he disappeared a year ago, and his wife came to the police station to report the case.

I was in charge of the case at that time, and I also asked Mr. Jenkin's students to draw a sketch.

So, I'm impressed. "

As Maltz spoke, he took out his notepad from his arms. The cowhide notepad was as thick as two fingers side by side. There was a thin nylon rope on it that could tie the entire notebook up and keep the charcoal inside. And the pencil will not fall out.

Maltz opened one of the pages, and it was the visitor who was pictured on it.

"The painter is good."

Arthur, who has the [Painting] skill, said truthfully.

At least, this kind of lifelike sketch, even depicting the expression, is not something that Level 2 [Painting] can do.

Moreover, Arthur finally found the name of the painter from his predecessor's memory - just as Maltz said, the other party was a famous painter in Nanlos, famous for his portraits, and was invited by the Countess of Nanlos to paint. However, before the painting started, the person disappeared.

For this reason, the 'reclusive' Countess was very angry, and the police in South Los Angeles launched a large-scale search.

The result was nothing.

In the end, no matter how angry the countess was, she couldn't let it go.

Comparing the memory of his predecessor, Arthur watched the patrolman untie the rope for the painter and take off the rag.

"I'm Jenkin?"

"Am I a painter?"

"I still have a wife?!"

The visitor's face was full of joy - the kind of joy that came from the heart. Not to mention Arthur and Maltz, Andy, the three patrolmen, could feel it.

"Well, Mr. Jenkin, you are a painter, you also have a wife, and you still have a house in the Shire - so now you just need to tell the person who kidnapped you..."

"No!"

"do not do that!"

"Please!"

Jenkin, who was originally happy, became crazy again and banged his head against the wall again.

Andy and the three patrol officers quickly held down the painter and pulled him into the yard at Maltz's signal. Then, the police sergeant looked at Arthur.

"Any clues?"

the sergeant asked directly.

Arthur rolled his eyes and said angrily while continuing to tear the chicken breasts for Pendragon——

"There are no dead people, how do I know?"