They all call me master

In the carriage compartment, as soon as Amuir finished speaking, there were ripples on the seat opposite. A hand stretched out from it, and then he raised it and took off his hood. Suddenly, Freeman was tall and strong. The figure appeared there. At this moment, the 'blood descendant' frowned and stared at the lady from the Tallinn faction with great dissatisfaction.

"no!

besides……

Please be respectful to my father. "

After saying that, the 'blood descendant''s eyes began to show ferocity.

"Ah!"

Amuir sneered, raised his left hand, and after interlocking his middle and index fingers, the invisible cloak on the vampire's body tightly bound him, especially his neck, which sank deeply into his flesh.

‘If I can’t beat Arthur, can I still beat you? ’

The Tallinn woman roared inwardly.

And what about on the surface?

Still maintaining a smile.

Likewise, the 'blood descendant''s gaze never changed, still fierce.

Neither of them gave in.

Just confronting each other.

As the carriage gradually disappeared into the streets of the Shire, two apprentices from Grandma Andorra's kitchen came to collect the leftovers from last night.

Arthur took out two coins and handed them to each other.

"Thank you for your generosity, you can come to 16 Dal Lane any time - we will be happy to serve you!"

When the two walked out of No. 2 Kirk Street, they bowed to Arthur.

This is the etiquette that two people should have.

But without the blessing of money, I would never be so enthusiastic.

And this is the charm of money.

You can turn disrespect into politeness.

You can turn politeness into warmth.

It can also turn passion into...

Kneel down!

"Truly the source of all evil!"

Arthur muttered, raised his hand to greet the newsboy, and bought today's "South Los Daily News" and "The Bugle" - today's XP prompt had just appeared, but Arthur still needed to confirm the update through the two newspapers. Lots of news.

[The Bugle’s follow-up report on the ‘Human Chair’ case was shocking. Everyone couldn’t believe that James from the Dortmund District would be one of the culprits. People were once again surprised by your sensitivity; XP+30]

[The South Los Daily News praised your abilities when they wanted James, and you became known to more people, XP + 40]

[More people have heard your name; XP+10]

…

Compared with yesterday's 'fresh reports', today's follow-up is surprising, but with yesterday's buffer, it is obviously 'less popular'. However, as time goes by, the spread begins to increase.

This is good for Arthur.

He is looking forward to the XP gains that will come when his reputation spreads beyond South Los.

After confirming that James's lover 'Jane' and the series of things that happened last night did not appear in the reports of the two newspapers, Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly.

As long as you run fast enough, the former will most likely be fine.

And the latter?

'What kind of secret technique? Or can props achieve this level of ‘shielding’? ’

Arthur had just listened.

None of the neighbors talked about what happened last night.

It seems that last night was a 'Christmas Eve'.

But only he understood how lively the situation was last night, and to a certain extent, it could even be called 'intense'.

But even so, the entire Nanlos was still quiet.

‘The Countess of Nanlos is truly profound. ’

Arthur couldn't help but sigh.

The young 'psychic medium' was not sure how to achieve such a large-scale 'shielding', but he was sure who did it.

There is absolutely no other person besides the countess.

Such unknowns made the young 'psychic medium' more and more vigilant.

Once again, I reviewed yesterday's events in my mind, and after confirming that they were correct, I put Ms. Anna in her arms and carried Pendragon in the cage and went out.

Today was the day for him to get his cane.

Walking along Kirk Street, bypassing the 'Eivor's Mobile Food Stall' at the entrance of the alley, Arthur walked from the other side to Simok Avenue.

Bathing in the rare sunshine in Nanlos, Arthur felt happy.

He had a feeling that today would be a pleasant day.

There was no murder.

There is no secret.

There are no weird things.

He will take his two canes from the 'Tate Cane Shop', and then complete the [Wand Combat Technique] to verify his inner guess.

then?

Naturally, choose a nice-looking restaurant and have a sumptuous lunch.

afternoon?

If the weather is still fine, he will go to the beach for a walk.

If the weather was bad, he would go back to No. 2 Kirk Street to catch up on his sleep.

'What a wonderful day! ’

The corners of Arthur's mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a bright smile.

Then, when he walked into the 'Tate Cane Shop', the smile disappeared.

He didn't see the boss Tate, but a strange young man standing in the store. When the other person saw him walking in, he looked very surprised, panicked, and completely at a loss.

"Hello, I'm here to get my cane."

Arthur said proactively.

"Okay, okay."

The strange young man nodded, turned around and walked towards the cane cabinet that looked like a honeycomb.

"You still need my credentials."

Arthur reminded, taking out the voucher Tate gave him - 11.11.

"Sorry, this is my first day at work, so I'm a little unfamiliar."

The strange young man reluctantly gave Arthur a reason.

In this regard, Arthur expressed his understanding. After nodding slightly, the young 'spiritual medium' suddenly asked.

"Where's Boss Tate?"

"My uncle is not feeling well today and is resting at home temporarily - I was called over temporarily to take over the shift."

The strange young man said this.

"So that's it."

Arthur looked at the other person. The linen lining, overalls, and heavy coat were both strong and wear-resistant, and could ignore some light rain. His hair was a little messy, and he had obviously not taken care of it for a long time. His shoes were stained with gray muddy water, which had not dried up. , there is mud in the fingernails, and there are some stains on the back of the hand, but the fingertips are very clean.

And those eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

He also smelled strongly of smoke and alcohol.

There is more than one smell of tobacco, but every one of them tastes like bad tobacco.

Obviously the other person should stay in a closed space for a long time and wipe something with his fingertips——

‘Playing cards? ’

Arthur guessed.

Then, he sighed inwardly.

With the serious personality of the boss, even if he suddenly fell ill, for the sake of the store, he would not choose such a nephew to take over the job in the store.

Alcoholism is terrible.

Playing cards while drunk cannot be described as terrible.

But...

fatal!

It may take your own life, or it may take the lives of others.

When the strange young man's fingers were about to touch Arthur's cane in the hive cabinet, the young 'psychic medium' sighed and asked -

"Is Boss Tate still alive?"