They all call me master

Play a game with me?

Malinda looked at Arthur suspiciously.

The woman's face was filled with suspicion.

Moreover, this lady was also blunt about this suspicion——

“I feel like you’re up to no good.

Moreover, playing games serves as compensation...

Do you think I'm a child? "

Malinda crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, her blue eyes staring at Arthur unblinkingly.

Immediately, Arthur laughed.

"Aren't you incapable of playing adult games?

I am doing this to take care of you!

Work, woman.

I'll go catch up on some sleep. "

Without giving Malinda a chance to speak again, Arthur picked up the cookies in front of him and lay back on the floor.

He has been severely sleep deprived in recent days.

His [Ritual] and [Bloodline] are all telling him.

Arthur didn't want any surprises to happen.

Catching up on sleep is naturally a must.

Of course, it is really a pleasure to be able to watch Malinda busy and eat some snacks before falling asleep.

Arthur lay there thinking about it. The northwest wind was blowing outside, heavy snow was swirling in the air, and poor Malinda was working hard to sweep the street in thin clothes.

And he, Arthur?

Naturally, he was sitting by the warm fire, cooking mutton in a copper pot.

Must be the hotpot mutton!

If this mutton is not cooked, Malinda's frozen body will be unworthy.

It feels wonderful just thinking about it.

"I suspect you are thinking of something outrageous."

Malinda put down her pen and looked at Arthur.

It wasn't that she wasn't focused enough, it was Arthur's smile that made her care too much.

Especially the faint smile at the corner of his mouth really needs a beating.

She really wanted to slap him.

"No.

I just thought of some things from my childhood - at that time, my grandfather was writing something here, while my parents, uncles and aunts were busy nearby. I'm just here to play.

Time flies so fast. "

Arthur pointed to the place where he was playing, and then, with a sigh, he turned around.

The cookies are finished.

It's time to sleep.

As for what you just said?

Do you believe what the ‘spiritual medium’ says?

Malinda would never believe the words of a 'spiritual medium', but when Arthur said these words, Malinda was still a little hesitant.

This woman cannot tell the truth from fiction.

However, the next moment, the woman was sure that Arthur was lying to her.

because--

Whoops!

His long breaths were mixed with snoring.

No one can sigh so deeply and then fall asleep so deeply.

Click!

The pen in the woman's hand was broken.

Ink splattered everywhere and the table was in a mess.

Even Malinda was splashed.

However, this lady cleaned up the mess with a nonchalant expression.

The lady was waiting for the game Arthur was talking about.

If she's not satisfied...

At that time, it was considered the general ledger.

Thinking in her heart, the lady smiled and refused Ms. Anna's help and began to clean up the mess on the table.

And Arthur opened one eye.

‘Tsk!

I have to think of a new game.

The one just now doesn’t work anymore. ’

A philosopher once said that if she is new to the world, take her through the prosperous world; if she is full of vicissitudes of life, take her on a merry-go-round.

Malinda is obviously the latter.

And it’s also a strengthened and upgraded version.

Therefore, Arthur planned to use "laughing in front of the stove to ask if the porridge was warm".

However, the scene just now told Arthur that it was no longer possible.

Arthur was sure that if he dared to ask Malinda whether the porridge was warm, Malinda would throw the bowl of porridge on his face and ask him again whether the porridge was warm.

Even further...

That's why blood can be warm.

Arthur didn't want to go through this.

Therefore, he came up with a new plan.

Psychic medium, what is the most important thing?

Is it the charm of words?

Or is it personal skills combined with various hidden mechanisms?

neither!

Yes, adapt to circumstances!

Being adaptable to changes is the most important quality of a 'spiritual medium'. A 'spiritual medium' who has not prepared three sets of plans is not a qualified 'spiritual medium'.

And want to become an excellent ‘spiritual medium’?

Prepare at least 5 plans!

At that time, Arthur asked old Charlie, who said this, how many plans he had prepared?

Old Charlie replied with a mysterious look on his face.

N+1!

At first, Arthur didn't know what N was.

However, I have some understanding recently.

Of course he can't reach the level of old Charlie, but as an excellent 'spiritual medium', he still has five sets of standing plans.

As for ‘psychic mediums’ needing psychic abilities?

It’s the end of the year, where is the need for this kind of traditional spiritual medium?

People, you have to look forward.

The front is exciting.

After all, everyone in the back is showing their buttocks.

The world is like a huge grassroots team.

Everyone and everything must be seen from the front, because everything looks bright and beautiful from the front. If you insist on seeing it from the back, you have to be mentally prepared.

because--

The world will not let those who spy on it.

It will crush anyone who snoops on it bit by bit, inch by inch, and will not let that person go until that person whispers the words "Stay alive, who is not like this".

If that person says, "This is life," the world will treat that person gently and kindly.

Because this is a kind person who deserves gentle and kind treatment.

It's a pity that Arthur is not a good person in the traditional sense.

He has a little bit more edge.

Therefore, Arthur chose the lifestyle he liked: although sometimes there would be moments that made others feel "hard", but more often than not, he was happy.

‘May this happiness continue! ’

With simple and down-to-earth thoughts, Arthur's breathing became longer again.

At the desk, Malinda continued to work hard.

The sound of the pen tip scratching across the page and the sound of long breathing come and go.

The two do not interfere with each other, but they cooperate with each other.

Whenever the sound of the pen tip and book pages is too frequent, the snoring will become louder involuntarily.

And when the pen tip and the page pause for a while, the snoring will stop.

In short, Arthur cooperated with Malinda as much as possible.

Malinda initially doubted whether Arthur did it on purpose, but after testing twice in a row, she discovered that Arthur had really fallen asleep.

'It's like this even when I'm asleep...

What a bad guy! ’

Malinda picked up the box and papers and headed to the hallway.

Arthur opened one eye again and raised the corner of his mouth.

Then, this time, he actually fell asleep.

Falling asleep is quick.

By the time Arthur opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

After finishing her work, Malinda sat in a high-backed chair, holding hot tea in one hand and placing her other hand on her raised knees. Her posture was filled with a sense of aggression. Her blue eyes were staring at Arthur, but the voice But full of tenderness——

"Where's your game?

I can't wait. "

With that said, the lady put the teacup on the table nearby.

Arthur smiled, shrugged, and said the game directly.

Malinda was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously——

"you sure?!"