They all call me master

On the morning after the Winter Festival, many people discussed the sudden fireworks last night.

Later, someone proudly said that it was a secret ritual performed by the 'spiritual medium' Arthur Kratos to pray for the people of Nanlos to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters.

Of course, it's not that this person is very well-informed.

Instead, such information was published in major newspapers in South Los Angeles.

Some have also undergone a lot of artistic processing.

For example, this one in Arthur's hand——

‘Psychic’ vs. ‘Winter Monster’!

This newspaper is from the South Los Morning News.

Although it is only one word different from the "Southern Los Angeles Journal", the size is very different. If the "South Los Angeles Daily News" has a standard score of 100, then the "South Los Angeles Morning News" will probably have a score of 1-2.

It mainly depends on performance.

Average performance, 1 point.

Extraordinary performance, 2 points.

Of course, most of the time, the performance is average.

However, this time is different!

It was obviously an extraordinary performance, even an extraordinary one!

Arthur looked at his sketch on the first page——

Wearing a cloak, with a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, he faced a monster with sharp teeth and scales.

Although he is only a figure from behind, with the monster's front as a foil, he appears to be even more brave, fearless and resourceful.

The latter, of course, is the description in the South Los Morning Post.

Throughout the report, he used terrain, props, etc. to cause trouble for the 'Winter Monster' no less than five times.

It even established the final victory.

"good!"

Arthur looked at the newspaper and nodded repeatedly.

Malinda on the side rolled her eyes.

"Narcissistic! Childish!"

The lady commented as she took out breakfast from the kitchen - fried eggs and ham, milk oatmeal, vegetable salad, and the long fried noodles that Arthur strongly requested.

Of course, Malinda just brought it out.

The real chef is Ms. Anna.

"Don't you like it when others praise you?"

Arthur asked curiously while picking up a fried dough stick.

"I like people to praise me!

But this kind of praise is already distorted! "

Except for those with twisted minds, who doesn’t like compliments?

Malinda is no exception.

This lady also likes others to praise her.

However, at this time, the position of arguing with Arthur, how could it be changed so easily?

Of course, the food called ‘fried dough sticks’ is very good.

"distortion?

Although it has long been distorted, people like to see this!

I am creating happiness for them! "

As Arthur spoke, his eyes glanced at the text that just popped up——

[Mrs. Susan and Ms. Camille came to attend your ‘Winter Banquet’, which surprised many people, especially the appearance of the former, which made them think a lot; XP + 100]

[An unexpected fireworks caused a lot of discussion among people. During the seven-day holiday, this must be a hot topic: XP+500]

[More people have heard your name: XP+270]

…

Arthur was not surprised by the first piece of information obtained by XP.

Why did he invite Lady Susan and Lady Camille?

Isn’t it just for more exposure and more XP?

And the two ladies did not disappoint Arthur.

The third item is also expected.

What really matters to Arthur is the second one!

500XP!

This value really exceeded Arthur's expectations.

‘My daily life is so poor, has it reached the point where I don’t know what to do during the break, so I keep gathering around the wine table to discuss me?

If that's the case...

Then I'm welcome! ’

Arthur knew very well that this was an opportunity.

A plan with the right time, right place and right people.

It’s freezing cold and the ‘Winter Festival’ is a seven-day holiday. People don’t have to go to work. A large number of dinner gatherings will definitely need a topic.

And him?

That’s the topic!

Whatever the people of Nanlos need, Arthur will give it to them.

Immediately, Arthur raised his hand, and the resting Wuni flew out of the roof.

He needed the people of Rat Street to do something.

Although Wiggins is training hard at Rick's Farm, Mouse Street still has Wiggins' agent, and it's the same thing when looking for him.

Moreover, Arthur believed that the other party would do better.

After all, in the eyes of the other party, this is an opportunity to show off.

Therefore, Arthur was not worried at all.

And Malinda looked at Arthur's smiling face and immediately lost her temper and said——

"Who are you plotting against?

Such a sinister smile! "

"It's nothing, I just feel that the seven-day holiday of the 'Winter Festival' is too boring. As a 'spiritual medium' in Nanlos, I have to find some fun for everyone."

Arthur didn't hide anything about Malinda.

He directly stated that he wanted to ‘add fuel to the flames’.

Malinda looked surprised at this.

"Are you three?

There has to be a limit to naivety, right? "

As the lady said this, she blew out a thick smoke ring and got into it.

About two minutes later, the lady came back.

"I've asked someone to help you promote it."

the woman said.

“You also feel that the seven-day ‘Winter Festival’ holiday is boring, right?”

Arthur asked cheerfully.

"You are the only one who is bored. The documents that need to be processed by me have been piled up about two feet away - I don't know what happened in the inner bay. The news comes one after another, but there is no specific reason. I have to analyze it immediately!

If even I am helpless, I can only temporarily shrink the power in the inner bay. "

As the lady spoke, she picked up a fried dough stick and prepared to leave again.

What she said just now was not a lie. The news about the inner bay piled up in Caesar Manor really needed her to handle it personally. Others could not handle it and were not qualified to handle it.

Something happened in the inner bay?

Could it be that Alvis Hamlet's father went berserk when he found out that his son was attacked?

If that's the case...

While Arthur was still thinking, Malinda looked at Arthur suspiciously.

"That look on your face, don't tell me that this matter has anything to do with you!"

Malinda asked.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me.

We both slept together last night.

How could I possibly cause trouble? "

Arthur looked aggrieved, while Malinda raised her middle finger.

The lady didn't refute anything, because Arthur's next words attracted her——

"Do you remember the clue I gave you before?

There is a high probability that it is still about Alvis Hamlet, whose pseudonym is Donne. Well, I have announced the answer. Consider this your New Year's gift.

After all, you just helped me, and I took that as my New Year's gift! "

Arthur said, indicating where Malinda should go.

The lady looked at Arthur in surprise.

She didn't expect that Arthur would have free information here.

Although it's in the name of a gift.

Still, pretty good.

Malinda thought and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, Arthur spoke again——

"etc!"

The moment the lady turned around, Arthur threw a beautifully wrapped box over.

“The [Mint Secret Medicine] I made is refreshing and tastes good.

This is your gift! "

As she spoke, Malinda raised her hand and caught the box.

Blue box, gold ribbon.

All are her favorite colors.

Looking at the box in her hand, Malinda felt a little strange in her heart unconsciously, as well as a little bit at a loss.

Arthur noticed.

Immediately, the young 'psychic medium' raised his voice.

"Eh?

What's with your unexpected expression?

Do you think the news just now is really your gift?

Wake up, this one is given to you for free.

This is a New Year's gift. "

As Arthur spoke, he showed a look of grievance and sadness that was not understood.

Seeing Arthur's appearance, Malinda's sense of confusion immediately disappeared, and what was left was an indescribable feeling.

Finally, the lady picked up the milk and oatmeal in front of Arthur, drank it in one gulp, and then turned around and left.

"I won't come back tonight, I will be very busy in the past few days!"

The sound disappeared with the smoke ring.

Arthur scratched his head and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"I drank that milk oatmeal."

After muttering to himself, the young 'spiritual medium' looked expectantly at the passers-by through the window, muttering to himself unconsciously -

‘If I don’t really ‘enter the level’, I will be scared to go to the inner bay, so...

We must catch up! ’