They all call me master

Chapter 48 Fake painter creates real miracles! (Please read~Please support~)

Five young couples stood in front of No. 2 Kirk Street, holding their children.

Mothers hugged their children with loving smiles on their faces.

The fathers stood in front. The one in the front was the cleanest and most well-dressed of all, but even so, his elbows and knees were still patched. The basket he was carrying contained eggs and bread.

These are gifts of thanks.

It is also the most precious thing they can get.

And them?

They are the parents involved in yesterday's baby theft case.

Looking at the person in front of him, Arthur's palms were slightly sweaty.

He was nervous.

When facing people with malicious intentions, he can be ruthless and kill them without mercy.

But when faced with the kind people who came to express their gratitude, he was a little at a loss.

People are so contradictory.

Arthur, even more so.

At this moment, he was somewhat complaining about the 'publicity' in front of No. 14 Kirk Street yesterday.

These parents should have found out from there.

As for newspapers?

Given the financial status of these five families, it is impossible for them to read or write.

"Thank you for everything you do for us!"

After the representative father handed the basket to Arthur, he led everyone to bow deeply, and then the parents of the five families left with their children.

There were no more pleasantries, and there were no more intruders taking advantage of the opportunity.

All I have is simple and simple gratitude.

They are not good at words.

They don't know how to adapt.

They only know how to work hard.

Fathers will work hard to get a salary for their children, and mothers will try their best to subsidize the family when taking care of their children. They look forward to their children's growth and do their best to provide the best life for their children.

Arthur looked at the babies sleeping peacefully in their mothers' arms, at the smiles on the faces of the five mothers, and at the five fathers who were not straight but still full of energy.

He looked at the backs of five couples holding their children in the morning sun.

The morning sun seemed to be dizzy at this moment, turning into...

The truest hope!

A hope brought to families entirely by their children.

Even if there are twists and turns and difficulties, parents' hope always exists for their children.

Perhaps the parents in these five families were unable to read.

However, their children may have a chance.

One day in the future, their children will hold newspapers and tell their parents interesting things that happened in South Los Angeles.

They would help their parents out for a walk after dinner.

They can also become inflexible.

Because they are not good at words and only know how to work hard.

but,

Everything will be better, right?

"I wish you peace and happiness."

Carrying the basket, Arthur bowed slightly to the retreating figure, nodded to the neighbors who cast curious glances around him, and returned to No. 2 Kirk Street under the friendly gazes of the neighbors.

Arthur carried the basket and headed straight to the kitchen.

He didn't refuse because this was what everyone on the other side wanted.

A seemingly well-intentioned rejection will only hurt the self-esteem of the five families and lead to gossip. Arthur does not want to see this.

and……

Food is a necessity in life.

Breakfast is the start of a happy day.

Beneath the basket of eggs and whole-wheat bread, Arthur found a bag of cornmeal.

After thinking for a moment, he boiled the water and put in the corn crumbs.

After that, keep stirring, and soon it will become thick and fragrant.

The whole loaf of whole wheat bread, which is as thin as a forearm and weighs 1 kilogram, is as unpretentious as the family who just came to thank it. It is divided into six with a knife, heated in a frying pan, and put on a plate.

After that, there are fried eggs and sausages.

Six fried eggs also came from the basket.

A half-pound sausage was delivered from the butcher's shop yesterday.

These are naturally food for Arthur alone.

As [Physique] increased by another 0.1, Arthur felt that his appetite was better.

After the food was plated, it was brought to the table nearby.

The honey syrup was poured on the corn paste, and as Arthur stirred, the sweetness immediately came out, and Arthur took a sip.

Sweet, not hot.

Immediately, Arthur narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

I hummed unconsciously in my mouth, 'I heard you complaining, you still eat the young snails, the herring is hard to eat, and you don't chop your feet when it comes to the brine, I suck the straw, and you suddenly feel hungry...'

I picked up a piece of bread and soaked it directly in the polenta, mixed with the honey syrup on it. After putting it in my mouth, I felt another taste.

The sweetness did not cover up the aroma of wheat. On the contrary, the crispy touch of the bread that had just been fried in the frying pan when it entered the mouth really made Arthur's index finger move.

Arthur slurped and ate.

Every now and then I would eat a sausage and devour an omelette.

Arthur finished his breakfast very quickly, and just when he was about to take a glass of water to take a rest, the words suddenly appeared in front of him——

[A simple breakfast made with grateful ingredients will make you feel happy; XP+5]

…

"food!"

“It’s such food!”

Arthur looked at the words in front of him, his face slightly startled.

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief and relief.

He really couldn't accept the maggot-like 'delicious food'.

But if the food is like this...

There seems to be a lot of room for maneuver!

Arthur thought about meeting and chatting with Scott. This method of increasing XP still required Scott's cooperation - he would ask the other party to place an 'advertisement' for him in the Bugle. It was not that straightforward. To be honest, it is hidden in the normal "psychic medium investigation". If you want to consult the "psychic medium" Arthur Kratos, you will be introduced without any trace. In addition to the necessary consulting fee, you must also provide a Homemade food.

As for excuses?

Naturally, it is to feel kindness or the need to remove spirits.

While thinking about it, Arthur walked towards the basement - the corridor mechanism of No. 2 Kirk Street has not been repaired, and he plans to use today to completely repair it.

Otherwise, Arthur always feels that he lacks a corresponding sense of security.

Walking to the underground floor, Arthur moved away the shelves where sundries were stored, and there was a secret room at the back.

Or, to be precise, the actual weapons warehouse at 2 Kirk Street.

A large amount of gunpowder, projectiles, and firearms are stored here.

Starting from the handguns that Arthur often uses, to thunderbolts, rifles, etc., everything is available.

Arthur even saw two small emperor cannons, with a box of six-pound cannonballs and a set of artillery tools next to them.

In addition to these gunpowder weapons, there are cold weapons, including knight swords and lances in the style of the Holy Empire, infantry lances, short knives, and half-hand swords that combine the styles of two-handed swords and war swords - of course, even Even now, some people still stubbornly believe that this is an illegitimate sword.

After selecting a suitable spear, he left 'Old Charlie's Arsenal'. Arthur took a pack of flints directly from the miscellaneous shelf outside, picked up the kerosene placed in the corner, and returned directly to the ground.

Filling the spear, flint, and kerosene is the easiest.

Carpentry and painting are not difficult for No. 2 Kirk Street, which is not really broken.

In fact, it was the scarlet painting that consumed a lot of Arthur's time.

Arthur has the [Simple Painting] skill.

Even though it is a Lv1 skill that cannot be improved, it also means that Arthur has his own ideas.

He felt that pure scarlet was too monotonous for the horror atmosphere and had no sense of hierarchy. A knight should be dragged into scarlet to better reflect it.

So, in scarlet, he spent a day drawing a knight in full armor.

But [Simple Painting] is just simple painting, and the level is only Lv1. He did not draw the knight in his mind, but it looked a bit like...

Zaku.

"My knight can't be Zaku!"

Arthur immediately revised it.

After wasting another full day, Arthur looked at the blue cans on the canvas. Inexplicably, a shout seemed to echo in his ears——

'loyalty! Emperor! ’

Arthur picked up the paint brush expressionlessly, filled it with red paint, and painted the entire painting red.

The original is the best, isn't it?

"How can a person be omnipotent?"

"That's good."

Arthur shrugged, comforting himself that he had no talent for painting, and then prepared to walk into the bathroom - today is Saturday, and it is also the day of the 'Long Night Ladies Salon'.

In order to show due respect to the owner of the salon, he had to tidy up.

But at this time, the words in front of me began to appear.

[Paintings with soul always bring miracles! 】

[Simple Painting Lv1 → Painting Lv1]

…

When Arthur saw the words in front of him, his scalp felt numb. An inexplicable intuition came to his heart, telling him what he should do, and he had to do it quickly!

Without any hesitation, he lit the painting he had just painted.

Amid the raging flames, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, but then he frowned again.