They all call me master

The strange noise outside the window made Maltz alertly draw out his saber - years of meticulous maintenance kept the saber sharp, and in the candlelight, it shone with a cold light.

Maltz moved quickly along the wall to the window.

He used the reflection of the saber's blade to look out the window.

But, nothing.

"Is it because the 'sheriff' came and attracted wild cats?"

Maltz whispered to himself.

Then, the old police chief began to step in place, exerting force at first, and then slowly began to withdraw his force, giving those who heard the footsteps the illusion that he was walking away.

And he just stood there motionless, listening to the movement outside the window.

It took a full ten minutes for the old sheriff to confirm that no one was outside.

After sheathing the knife and putting it back into the long box, and then carefully putting the other old man back into the long box, Maltz looked at the faded medal. He raised his hand and touched it, with an expression on his face. But more and more lonely.

The long box was locked again and pushed back under the bed.

Maltz sat at the desk again, picked up a pen, dipped in ink and began to write——

My friends, Southern Los Angeles in the fall is a land of harvests that can make anyone’s heart flutter!

Come to South Los Angeles!

We eat fish!

…

The old sheriff was writing letters.

After putting the 'Pedestrian Corpse' into the [Box of Athos], Arthur stood in the shadows with a look of surprise.

What happened to that matchlock gun?

Why does it make me feel like I'm coming back to life?

and……

Why is the breath so similar to Fu Jin and Wu Ni?

You know, Fu Jin and Wu Ni are about to be promoted to magical creatures!

Can dead objects be promoted to magical creatures?

Or is it a special prop?

Arthur was puzzled in his heart. Even when he returned to No. 2 Kirk Street and lay on the bed in the 'Psychic Hall', he still didn't understand what was going on.

But one thing, Arthur is certain.

What his partner went through back then was not that simple.

Everything happens for a reason!

Turning a dead object into a magical creature or a special prop cannot be achieved by killing too many people - if this were the case, with the style of the nobles, the world's population would be reduced by at least 90%.

even more.

Therefore, it must be related to that incident back then.

‘The 120-man musketeers went crazy, but Maltz escaped because he was in a coma...

What happened that year? ’

Arthur thought.

But the passage of time and lack of information left Arthur with nothing.

Moreover, Arthur knew that if he thought about it further, it would be the same.

He immediately began to adjust and focus on the current matter.

‘Suppose Malinda really got some news about the ‘Blood Marquis’ family the night before and wanted me to explore the way...

Now that’s enough to get some people moving, right? ’

Maybe Malinda said, 'Did you destroy the Blood Marquis family just because she recognized the [Blood Ring of Balance]? ’ Such words.

But Arthur didn't like this passive feeling.

He prefers to take the initiative.

Originally, his plan was a little more tactful, but he didn't expect to encounter an unexpected intruder at No. 10 Clara Street - faced with this opportunity, of course he had to take advantage of it.

The effect is good.

Arthur is looking forward to the next development - definitely not to fish in troubled waters.

He is a simple and young 'little psychic', how can he have so many bad intentions.

Just happened to catch up.

Everything is a coincidence.

Of course, you have to find time and place to stock up [Box of Athos].

Otherwise, it will almost become a corpse box.

Arthur thought in his heart and slowly fell into sleep.

Arthur, who was holding Pendragon in his arms, seemed to fall asleep faster than ever due to the exhaustion of running around during the day - and at the end of Kirk Street, a figure was walking slowly towards him.

The other party cleverly used the shadows of the moonlight and buildings to cover his figure, and got closer to the target bit by bit.

But the intense heart palpitations at the next moment caused the other party to stop.

Looking up slightly, he saw two crows on the roof.

The other party quickly lowered his head and backed away step by step.

When he came to Kirk Street again, he turned around and ran away.

Arthur, who was breathing evenly and even snoring slightly, opened one eye, but then closed it and snored louder.

At dawn, Arthur woke up according to his biological clock.

He got up and went to the kitchen stove to add firewood and put a pot of water on the stove. When No. 2 Kirk Street became warm again and the water in the pot boiled, Arthur took the boiled pot. He went to wash up with water, while Pendragon rolled his body into a C shape and continued to sleep on the bed.

When the newsboy's voice rang, Arthur paid more than usual for running errands and asked him to go to Mouse Street to find Wiggins - you had to bear the risk when going to Mouse Street, and the price was very fair.

Arthur would not explain to the newsboy that it would be safe for him to deliver the letter for him.

Because this will only make the newsboy feel that he is bargaining.

Moreover, it will quickly spread a bad reputation in South Los Angeles.

Never underestimate the humble newsboy.

To some extent, they are the first port of call for news.

"I'll deliver it to you on time!"

The newsboy who was paid 5 yuan showed a smile.

Arthur smiled in response, and at the same time, he bought today's newspapers, the South Los Journal and the Bugle, and then turned back to the house.

Breakfast was still sausages, pickles, and bread, but the corn soup was changed to milk. The continuous outings left Arthur no time to prepare food for himself.

This gave Arthur another idea of ​​hiring a cook.

Unfortunately, it was rejected immediately.

He has too many secrets.

A strange cook is too dangerous - for both of them.

Jingle bell, jingle bell!

The doorbell rang, causing Arthur, who was reading the newspaper at the dining table, to get up and open the door. Through the peephole, Arthur saw Heywood standing outside the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Kratos.

Hope it didn't bother you. "

As the black-hearted landlord spoke, he took out the 30-gold ticket from his arms.

This is the reward for the previous commission.

Naturally Arthur would not refuse.

He paid.

He deserves these golden tickets.

However, the way Heywood stopped and stood up later surprised him.

"Anything else?"

"Everyone at Pine Street would like to thank you for your help and would like to invite you to a dinner on Pine Street over the weekend."

As Heywood spoke, he looked at Arthur carefully.

In Heywood's mind, a big man like Arthur must do everything possible to curry favor with him.

But the difficulty of currying favor with such a big shot is far beyond imagination.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he could only do it in the name of the entire Pine Street.

Of course, this was not an act of his own will or a pretense. He had informed the other neighbors on Pine Street - even though he knew that the neighbors on Pine Street would agree.

Arthur subconsciously wanted to refuse directly - he didn't really want to go to a dinner party with strangers, even if to some extent, he really saved the residents of Pine Street.

But he had been paid, and that was enough.

Everyone has their own lives and very different lifestyles.

If you interact too much, it will not be good for each other.

However, when the words came out, Arthur looked at Heywood in front of him and suddenly thought of something.

Immediately, his words of rejection became tactful.

"Next time.

Over the weekend, I had some personal matters I wanted to take care of. "

Arthur said with a smile.

"Of course, of course."

"Your business is the most important!"

Heywood, who was already overjoyed, said repeatedly.

Without a strict rejection, that was a good enough outcome for him.

Then, the black-hearted landlord was ready to leave - a big shot's tactful refusal does not mean that the big shot is easy to talk to. If he is shameless, he will lose more than he gains.

However, the black-hearted landlord did not give up. He will come with gifts next time.

It’s not something valuable, but it’s thoughtful.

For example: Go to the farm to pick fruits yourself.

But just when Heywood was about to leave, Arthur suddenly said -

"Haywood, do you know anything about the haunted house in South Los?"