They all call me master

Chapter 202 A brand new day, I hope there will be no trouble...

Dear Mr. Kratos:

I really shouldn't be writing this letter without permission, but I have encountered the weirdest thing in my life and I have to ask for your help.

If you are willing to help me, please come to the Ymir Manor in the Jiaer Mountains. I have enclosed the travel expenses with the letter.

I'm sorry that I can't tell you more. I'm really worried that something unexpected will happen to me after I write it down.

If you don't want to come, please accept those golden tickets as compensation.

Looking forward to meeting you: Hulls

1979.9.20

…

The letter was sent a week ago, with neat handwriting and full of politeness.

Looking at the handwriting, the image of a well-educated middle-aged man appeared in Arthur's mind.

And when Arthur picked up the envelope with [Hand of Nothingness] and knocked it on the corner of the table, two gold tickets with a denomination of 10 immediately fell out.

‘And very rich! ’

Arthur added in his heart.

However, Arthur had no intention of going.

First, it is really a long way from here to the Jia'er Mountain Area - although Arthur does not know the so-called 'Ymir Manor', he has an impression of the Jia'er Mountain Area. Los Angeles is almost 300 kilometers away.

If you travel in simple clothes and have a fast horse, it will take 2 days.

If you travel day and night, you can go faster, but the horse will never stand it.

And if a carriage is used as a means of transportation, it will take 3 days if it is fast, 4-5 days if it is slow, and it will take 8-10 days to come and go. For Arthur now, this time is too long, he He still needs to wait here for Haite to inform another 'Descendant of Blood' to complete his follow-up plan, and it is impossible to leave Nanlos.

Second, Arthur was wary of letters of unknown origin and vague language.

Maybe some famous detectives would go there with great interest when encountering such a thing.

But it's a pity that Arthur is not a famous detective, he is a kind, simple and honest 'spiritual medium'.

His curiosity will only be used to his advantage.

Third, and most importantly -

'Has my fame spread that far?

Can anyone in the Jiaer Mountain area hear my name? ’

Arthur was deeply suspicious of this.

Although there are newspapers in the world in front of us, communication in the real sense is not developed. Most people will be trapped in the place of their birth throughout their lives.

That is to say, the presence of Sisi Port in Nanlos makes the people of Nanlos seem well-informed. If you go inland, many people will only know the name of the village and town next door.

Only wealthy merchants and nobles could know more.

Clearly, knowledge blockades are everywhere.

Even ordinary knowledge is valuable to ordinary people.

“We live forever in a cocoon.

When you break out of this cocoon, you won't spread your wings and fly high. You will only be surprised to find that you have encountered a brand new cocoon.

Moreover, it is stronger than before...

It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't break through. "

Arthur whispered to himself, picked up Pendragon, and quickly tapped the cat's head with his fingers and middle fingers, making Pendragon raise his head and purr, while admonishing the kitten.

"If you encounter this situation, Pan, you must calm down and don't rush to break through the cocoon. You must hibernate and observe the operation of this cocoon - wherever you go, there will be traces!

By piecing together a little bit of clues, you will find a trace of truth, but at this time, do not grasp this trace of truth.

You have to turn a blind eye!

Because, you don’t know if this is a trap!

You can push someone out and let him grasp this bit of reality!

Believe me, he will definitely break through the cocoon room at a speed far beyond your imagination and let you peek outside the cocoon room and into the new cocoon room! "

As he said that, a chuckle appeared on Arthur's face.

But Pendragon shrank his neck, it always felt that its master was a bit scary now.

Seeing Pendragon's cowardly appearance, Arthur rolled his eyes helplessly, and hugged the kitten's increasingly fat waist -

"Obviously you are so strong, but it's a pity that you still can't bear more!"

Arthur muttered and didn't say anything more to Pendragon. He just hugged his cat and lay in the medium's hall, squinting his eyes.

Although there are many surprises today, it is also good to be able to sleep a little longer in the evening.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Arthur, who squinted his eyes, took a long breath.

Under Fokine's surveillance, Harris returned to the Shire from the suburbs and never left again.

It was obvious that the other party was waiting.

Just like those Malinda's men who were waiting outside the 'Haite Furniture Store', waiting for Haite to contact the 'descendant of blood'.

When the night faded and morning light appeared, Arthur, who had rarely had a good sleep, carefully raised his legs, put a pillow under Pendragon's head, and then stretched out. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen - the firewood in the boiler brought warmth to No. 2 Kirk Street.

Hot cocoa with milk made Arthur wake up quickly.

He counted silently in his heart——

‘3, 2, 1! ’

When the number reached zero, the long-night lady carried her breakfast and started knocking on the door.

Breakfast was made by Mary, the original cook. Except for the egg tarts, the rest of the food was completely inferior to what Amuir brought yesterday morning.

In addition, when the arms came into contact, Ms. Changye's arm muscles tightened and goosebumps stood up in pieces, which made Arthur confirm that this was real and not a fake.

But Arthur became more and more wary.

Malinda is not a woman who has nothing to do, and she will not bring him breakfast for no reason.

In fact, from the very beginning, this lady's eyes were scanning the surroundings nonchalantly, but after a moment, loss appeared in her eyes.

When he saw this loss, Arthur immediately guessed what this lady was doing here.

Miss Qiu!

Or to be more precise, he wanted to take the opportunity to meet the dazzling Miss Qiu who was the center of attention.

As if he thought of something funny, the corner of Arthur's mouth curled up.

"Believe me, if it were possible, you would never want to meet this Miss Qiu - even in my heart, she is unique."

With these words, Arthur handed Malinda the letter from the man named 'Hels' last night.

"Tsk, are you showing off to me that your reputation has spread to the Jiaer Mountain Area?"

Malinda made a sound in her mouth and looked disdainfully.

"No!

I just want to ask if you know about this 'Ymir Manor'? "

Arthur shook his head, but he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth - this look made Malinda give him a middle finger.

Then, he ate the last egg tart on the table, got up and walked out.

boom!

The door was slammed shut, but Arthur was not angry.

He knew that Malinda would definitely help him investigate this 'Ymir Manor', just as the other party knew that it was impossible for him to leave Nanlos at this time.

As for the smile?

A contemporary 'black cat' with a young mind is more likely to make people relax their vigilance than a scheming and scheming young man.

Definitely not just showing off to Malinda!

At most, he just goes with the flow - shouldn't he share his happiness with Malinda, who is his important partner?

Pendragon knew enough to listen to what he had to share.

You can't, a person is worse than a cat, right?

And with Malinda leaving, the person the young 'psychic medium' was waiting for finally arrived.

"Good morning, Mr. Kratos."

"Good morning, Heywood."

With the collected information about the haunted house, Heywood walked into No. 2 Kirk Street again with a look of exhaustion on his face and red eyes but could not hide his excitement.

Looking at the thick stack of papers placed on the desk by Heywood, Arthur thought to himself.

‘Today, I’m just going to look at some houses. Nothing will happen, right? ’

As soon as the thought came to mind, the doorbell of No. 2 Kirk Street rang.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

Amidst the crisp ringing of the doorbell, a woman's urgent call came from outside the door——

"Mr. Kratos, please save my son!"