They all call me master

Melinda held the 'Sacred Snake Shield' in one hand and raised her middle finger with the other hand, walked out of the smoke ring and into the cabin, her blue eyes full of contempt for Arthur.

"Morning, Melinda.

What do you want to eat?"

Arthur said, and pulled out a chair for Melinda.

Of course, he took the 'Sacred Snake Shield' and put it aside.

Then, it looked like it was a pity that you didn't wear a coat, otherwise, I would definitely hang your coat for you.

In response, Melinda raised her middle finger to Arthur with her other hand.

"Do you think it's polite to treat me as a postman?"

Melinda asked.

Although there are no couriers in the world before us, there are still jobs like postmen.

Of course, most people can't enjoy it.

Even the middle class can hardly afford the cost, and only the truly wealthy and noble have similar capital to support themselves to use this convenient service.

Melinda is naturally one of them.

In fact, every week, a postman would come to the lady's door, bringing her new items from various major cities, including but not limited to Neiwan.

"My feelings for you are always hot."

Arthur lowered his head and looked at the pair of blue eyes, with indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

The deep eyes were filled with emotions, which made Melinda's body stiff.

Then the lady took the pipe and sprayed a mouthful of smoke directly on Arthur's face, covering the deep eyes. When she saw Arthur rubbing his eyes that seemed to be stinging because of the smoke, the lady put away the pipe again, raised the corners of her mouth, and said like a smiling kitten: "Is that Grindelwald the leader of your [Black Cats]? A very good guy, who has an inexplicable attraction to those bad guys."

"Well, he is not bad."

Arthur nodded calmly, as if he was simply evaluating Grindelwald.

Melinda observed Arthur calmly.

When she found that Arthur did not have any abnormality because of her behavior, the lady felt a little lost in her heart.

But immediately, the lady picked up a piece of raw toast and began to spread mashed potato and egg salad on it. After adding milk, the salad with mashed potatoes wrapped in eggs was easily spread on the toast.

After gently wiping the sides of the knife along the toast, Melinda tasted the food in an elegant posture.

"Don't you need honey and milkshake?"

Arthur picked up the seasoning and gestured.

"Too sweet."

Melinda waved her hand.

"Life is too bitter, and sweets can redeem everything."

Arthur shrugged and poured the prepared honey and milkshake on the raw toast.

No!

To be precise, it was soaked.

Looking at the raw toast completely immersed in the two liquids, Melinda always felt that her teeth would ache.

"Be careful of tooth decay."

Melinda reminded.

Arthur grinned at Melinda, showing his white teeth, and tapped a few times with a spoon. In the crisp sound, the young 'medium' started his breakfast.

Melinda, who finished eating first, waited quietly with her pipe in her mouth.

The lady spoke only after Arthur had eaten the last piece of fried sausage.

"What happened?"

"Didn't Grindelwald explain it to you?"

Arthur looked strange.

Of course, Arthur knew that Grindelwald had explained it. After all, Grindelwald was Arthur's vest. Arthur not only explained it through Grindelwald's mouth, but also observed Melinda in another state through Grindelwald's eyes.

Arrogant, cold, and with a strong aura.

In short, she looked like a stranger.

Completely different from when she was in front of him.

Compared to that look, Arthur liked Melinda in front of him more.

After all, that look was like a meticulous robot.

And Melinda in front of him?

Very interesting.

Thinking in his heart, Arthur blinked and cooperated with Melinda's next question.

"I've explained it, but I want to hear you tell me your real purpose!

Or...

Did you secretly support the 'Inner River Cult'?"

As she spoke, Melinda stared at Arthur.

Suddenly, Arthur looked helpless.

"If I supported it, what's the meaning of the scene yesterday morning?

I killed myself?

I don't have any special hobbies."

Arthur asked back.

"Of course you don't have any special hobbies, but you always find such a legitimate reason every time you want to do something - this time is no exception."

Melinda took off her pipe, and a light appeared in her blue eyes, as if she had seen through Arthur's tricks.

Suddenly, Arthur became interested.

"Tell me."

The young 'medium' wanted to hear the lady's opinion.

"First, you are diverting the attention of the Inner Bay. You are fishing with your 'Inner River Cult'. You want to fish out the guys in the Inner Bay who are not good for you, and let them take the initiative to cooperate with the 'Inner River Cult'. Then, you can really take the initiative.

Second, the development of the 'Inner River Cult' in West Berlin is not smooth.

Although it occupies some places in the port of Dordot, it is far behind the local forces, especially the 'Church of Pain'.

Even if you built a tavern next to the 'Alley of Ettel' in West Berlin and developed a secret market, it is still the same.

You can't shake the foundation of the Church of Pain in West Berlin.

So, you join the game and attract the people of the Church of Pain, and you are ready to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Presumably...

There are people from the Church of Pain on the Vostok, right? "

As she said this, the lady raised her hand and lit her pipe again.

With each breath, smoke with a faint minty fragrance began to spread.

And Arthur?

Clap, clap, clap!

Without any hesitation, Arthur applauded the lady in front of him.

Not only because of the lady's intelligence ability, but also because what the lady said was reasonable, whether it was the first point or the second point.

If he really owned the Inland River Cult, he would really do this.

Unfortunately...

The current Inland River Cult is not his.

Melinda tilted her head and looked at Arthur who was applauding, with doubts in her blue eyes.

Guessed wrong?

The lady thought she had a good understanding of Arthur.

Arthur's performance in front of him was not what she guessed.

If she guessed right, Arthur would never be so frank. He would definitely talk about something else, and maybe even throw out some big news to divert her attention.

And the latter is what Melinda wants.

At the same time, the lady did not think that the guess was wrong.

It should be...

Omission!

That's right, it was an omission!

'Where did I neglect?

What could be omitted? '

The lady pondered, with thoughts in her eyes.

And looking at Melinda who was thinking, Arthur almost laughed out loud. He liked this kind of partner who liked to think.

In order to make the lady think better, Arthur brought a cup of orange tea - the kind with mint leaves added.

When placing the drink in front of Melinda, Arthur gently asked -

"Dordot Port, do you want it?"

Immediately, Melinda was shocked.

She understood.