They all call me master

Malinda was looking at Arthur as if she were looking at a mentally ill person.

No disdain is meant.

Whenever someone suggested a game like, "We don't know what to eat for dinner, why don't we follow a random person on the street and see what he or she eats, and we'll eat what he or she eats?" Malinda would treat the other person as mentally ill.

What kind of mental state can one think of such a game?

and……

Why does she find it interesting?

If you think about it carefully, this sense of expectation that is unknown but within a safe range is really interesting.

Of course, Malinda would not admit it.

"How bored do you have to be to think of such a game?"

Malinda asked with a sigh.

the woman asked as she went to get her coat.

"When I counted seventeen plum blossoms, my boredom was obvious."

Arthur's words left Malinda confused.

Plum blossoms are also found in the world in front of you.

Nanlos is rare, though.

Most of them are in the inner bay, and they are even more common in North County in winter.

Are the plum blossoms hinting at something?

Inner Bay?

Or North County?

Hmm, do we still need to contact the keyword seventeen?

Seventeen plum blossoms?

What's the meaning?

Malinda began to think.

Arthur saw it, but Arthur would not remind Malinda that he was just expressing his feelings. After all, watching Malinda think is also part of the game.

After putting on their coats and saying hello to Ms. Anna who was folding the bed, Arthur and Malinda went out.

"Be careful, stay safe, and come back soon!"

Ms. Anna looked at the two people who ran out and reminded them loudly.

Then, she let out a sigh similar to that of an elder sister.

“The food outside is not clean.”

With these words, Ms. Anna floated into the kitchen.

For dinner, Arthur and Malinda settled it outside.

But she has to rely on her to make midnight snacks.

No. 2 Kirk Street was quickly left behind by Arthur and Malinda, and they entered West Merck Avenue.

As the 'Winter Festival' approaches, the entire West Merck Avenue has been decorated, and most of the businesses have hung up tapestries with their own signboards sewn on them.

The brightly colored tapestries look like colorful flags when blowing in the cold wind, adding a lot of festive atmosphere to the people of Nanlos.

People walking on the streets are all smiling. They are well-dressed, walking alone or in groups, going in and out of every store they see, looking for something to give to themselves or their families before the festival. Gift.

Malinda turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Arthur, meaning let's get started.

Arthur smiled.

“No way, no way.

Is this just what our lady of the night wants to play with?

The people who can go shopping on Simok Avenue two days before the Winter Festival are all rich and boring guys. Do you just want to change restaurants?

If that were the case, I'd rather go back and eat meals from my mother-in-law's kitchen in Andorra.

Maybe, many of them go to Andorra's mother-in-law's kitchen to eat. "

Arthur smiled and waved his finger at Malinda.

"Then you want to go to Mouse Street?"

Malinda asked with interest.

The woman admitted that what Arthur said made sense.

The people who appear on Simok Avenue during the 'Winter Festival' are all rich and free people. Dining with them is just a change of restaurant.

Not interesting at all.

As for going to Mouse Street, Malinda didn't mind.

Unlike Arthur's secret infiltration of Mouse Street.

With the demise of the 'Rat Club', Malinda's power entered the Mouse Street in a semi-open manner.

Why do you say it's half-above all?

Because the only person who can be truly upright in Nanlos is the Countess of Nanlos.

The other party is the master of Nanlos!

“I don’t mind if Wiggins is here.

But now Wiggins is receiving special training at Rick's Farm.

If we show up, believe it or not, we will make a scene even more lively than the one on West Mock Avenue? "

Arthur rejects Malinda's offer.

"and you?"

Malinda looked at Arthur.

When Arthur took out a piece of paper with place names written on it from his pocket, the woman's blue eyes lit up.

"You want to draw lots?"

"certainly!

It's inherently random, so try to be completely random! "

Arthur nodded, and then handed all the notes to Malinda.

This is to reflect the fairness of the game.

He proposed the game.

The destination of the game is naturally determined by Malinda.

Malinda was not polite. She crumpled all the notes into a ball, put them in the pocket of her coat, and then opened the pocket.

It means letting Arthur touch one.

Arthur acted fair.

Naturally, this lady will not be left behind.

As for holding it in your hand and drawing it, or throwing it out?

Do not make jokes.

With the eyesight of two people, they can definitely judge what is written on each note.

Malinda was not polite before.

Arthur certainly wouldn't budge.

He raised his hand and put it into the pocket of Malinda's coat, and then, the hairs on Malinda's neck stood up again - Arthur could see clearly, and he even counted the number of hairs.

As a young, kind and honest 'spiritual medium', Arthur deliberately wasted a little time and took out a note just before Malinda was about to feel real discomfort -

old Town!

"Walk?"

Arthur asked.

"Walk!"

Malinda nodded.

As soon as the two raised their hands, the carriage on the side of Simok Avenue immediately came to the two of them.

When Arthur announced his destination, the coachman glanced at the two of them in surprise.

It is true that South Los Angeles is the richest place in South County.

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t pockets of poverty in South Los Angeles.

The old town is the poorest place in South Los Angeles.

And Arthur and Malinda were not dressed like people who went to the old city. There were poor families there. The biggest wish of these families was to try their best to provide a shop apprentice so that they could get out of their original position and make themselves available. Children go to a higher position and achieve a class leap.

However, the driver didn't say much.

Moreover, calm was soon restored.

Because there are too many rich people in South Los Angeles.

It’s not surprising that some rich people do anything when they are bored.

It’s not like there are people like Arthur and Malinda who go to see the old city out of curiosity. Anyway, they will leave after just one look.

By then, he will be able to earn double his salary.

Thinking of this, the driver started the carriage with a flick of his whip.

Snapped!

The sound is crisp and clear.

The wheels rolled.

And at the same time——

Somewhere in the Old Town, Alvin received a hard whip across the face.

Snapped!

Pain spread across his cheek, but before Alvin could react, the subsequent kick knocked Alvin, the baker apprentice from Kirk Street, to the ground.