Early in the morning, it had been raining all night, and it became heavier again.

The people of Nanlos have long been accustomed to this.

Many people in other parts of South County call South Los 'Harbor in the Rain', and the proud Inner Bay people will at some point disdain the people of South Los as 'Rain Man'.

Most of the Nanlos people will choose to ignore this, and a few will throw those who dare to call themselves into the river with a smile on their faces, and some will tie stones to each other if they have a bad temper.

Arthur learns from his predecessor's memories that his two uncles, Winters, Drake, and his aunt Kassandra, are such people.

Of course, the same goes for the predecessor.

And this is completely 'inherited' from Grandpa Charlie Sr.

Arthur 'witnesses' his grandfather 'witnessing' his grandfather warning his two uncles, Winters and Drake, not to cause trouble, while kicking the Inner Bay man who slapped Aunt Kassandra into the dry well, and shouting 'Greetings from the Credos family' to the dry well, and then covering the dry well.

Afterwards?

Naturally, it was claimed that there were evil spirits in the dry well, and it would take six weeks to remove them.

"'Medium'...... It's a very convenient profession! ”

Arthur, who was standing in front of the stove, let out such an exclamation, and then, thinking of what he had done last night, he bowed his head slightly, and whispered to himself: "What a lesson by word and deed! ”

He didn't mean to deceive the reporter.

He's just trying some of the ways to gain XP.

At this moment, naturally, it is also-

Two eggs were cracked in the frying pan.

The moment the egg wash touched the frying pan, it immediately made a crisp sound of prickling and stinging, the yolk and egg white were distinctly colored, and when a little black pepper was sprinkled, the aroma of the food was even more enticing, which made Arthur, who had not slept well at all last night, feel a burst of relaxation.

Placing the two omelettes on a clay plate and picking up the ham and bread slices that had been prepared on the side, Arthur walked to the dining room.

The kitchen is connected to the dining room, there is a large square table, and in the memories of the predecessor, every festive season, the Credos family would fill the table with food, the whole family would gather, and then, as the grandfather Charlie Sr. announced the beginning, everyone raised a glass and drank freely.

This did not include his predecessor, who was still young at the time, and could only drink juice or water.

Although the predecessor was very curious about alcohol, in the face of the strict prohibition of his grandfather Charlie Sr., no one dared to serve alcoholic drinks to the youngest member of the Credos family.

Want to drink?

At least as an adult.

Moreover, even as an adult, it is necessary to refrain from alcoholism.

These holiday dinners are some of the happiest memories of our predecessors.

But with the disappearance of his uncle Winters three years ago, everything is different.

The dinner party is still there, there is laughter, but there is much less happiness.

Everything seems to be clouded.

"'The demon wandering Baker's Farm'?"

Arthur muttered under his breath about the events that had led to Uncle Winters' disappearance.

What the specifics were, he didn't know.

All he knew was that old Charlie had gone there in person, and two months later, when he came back with a gloomy face, he would no longer track it down, and he was not allowed to talk about Winters, let alone Drake and Kassandra near there.

The predecessor has been sad for a long time.

And this caused Drake to leave home.

Even, Kassandra agreed to go to girls' school because of this incident.

However, this has nothing to do with the current Arthur.

He's just enjoying his own breakfast right now.

Pick out the yolk of an omelette and dip a finger-thick slice of ham on top as the half-cooked yolk comes out.

When the mellow meat flavor and the soft-boiled egg yolk are intertwined, there is an immediate umami sensation that Arthur can't help but chew on.

Unfortunately, this is not a delicacy.

At least not a food that is approved by Food.

XP does not increase.

"Isn't it really good?"

Arthur was not upset when he tried and failed, he was still quite self-aware of his cooking skills.

Although there are many delicious food practices in my mind, these practices simply exist in my mind, and there is no practice at all.

The omelette just now didn't break, so it was all luck.

A road is blocked.

Arthur had another way: in the newspapers.

Last night he was interviewed by Scott, an intern reporter for Clarion News.

And the other party promised that the 'medium' Arthur would be published in today's Clarion newspaper. Credos's report - the other party is a young man who believes in the occult, and the first person he met was also the old Charlie, which is why the predecessor chose the other party in order to prove himself.

The predecessor believes in the other party.

Naturally, he also believed in the other party.

And this intern reporter did not disappoint Arthur -

"Extra! Extra! ”

"'Medium' Arthur. Credos successfully exorcises the evil spirits of 333 Russell Street! ”

The crisp shouts of the newsboy reached 2 Kirk Street.

A look of surprise appeared on Arthur's face.

He originally thought that his deeds would be published on the second and third pages of the Clarion newspaper, even in the most inconspicuous corners, but he did not expect it to be a supplement.

"Looks like last night really impressed Scott!"

Arthur thought, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, and his heart became more and more expectant.

He was not worried that the Clarion supplement would not sell.

Although there were fewer literate people in Nanlos than there were people who threw Neiwan people into the river, newspapers were not sold.

Because, those who are literate do not hesitate to spend 5 zero to show their difference.

They think it's decent.

Others also admit this decency, not only because these people are literate, but also because 5 0 Suo can already buy half a catty of semolina, which is enough for the men in the family to eat for a day if it is replaced with jade noodles or potatoes.

The vast majority of South Los families earn 2-3 soos a day.

This is the money that husbands and adult sons of the family can only earn when they go to the docks, shops, markets and other places in the early morning to complete their day's work, and the minor children do odd jobs with their mothers.

To put it simply, that's pretty ideal.

More often than not, you don't earn that much at all.

Because, zero life is not stable.

Because, husbands and sons, who are the main sources of income, will get sick.

Sometimes accidents happen and so on.

As a result, these Nanlos families will do their best to scrape together money to make one of their sons a more secure apprentice.

As for reading and literacy?

Like the rest of the South-Counties, the South-Los people basically regard it as a luxury.

A normal South Los family can afford to pay for an apprenticeship in about 3 years.

And want to read and write tuition?

It takes 10 years.

You have to not eat or drink.

And this is only the most basic tuition fee, and does not include the price of books and pens.

Knowledge is expensive!

This is something that everyone in South County recognizes.

In Arthur's memories of his predecessor, Old Charlie not only spent a high price to hire a tutor to teach his predecessor to read and write, but also learned swordsmanship, horsemanship, arithmetic, etiquette and so on.

These are all manifested in the Eclipse of All Things.

There is no doubt that the elder Charlie wants his grandson to become a human being.

To put it simply, it is 'aristocracy'.

Although the 'witch hunt' on the East Coast ended thirty years ago, and the psychic medium has long been safe, it is still far from being honorable and territorial nobles.

Even though the newspapers kept saying that 'the old aristocracy has begun to decline, and the future belongs to the pioneers', old Charlie stubbornly believes that owning his own fief is the best option.

However, like all teenagers who enter the rebellious period, the predecessor never listens to the words of his elders.

Because of this, it has created a situation where he is now being replaced.

Arthur, who has a vested interest, cannot comment on this.

He ate his breakfast in silence, and when the last bite of the omelette was destroyed, a hint appeared in front of his eyes-

[Publish and report, you get some fame, XP+1]

……

The hint of gaining XP causes the corners of Arthur's mouth to turn up.

Then, he couldn't wait to add the 1 XP he had just gained to [Basic Swordsmanship],

In such a strange and dangerous place, it is irrational to accumulate any XP, even if Arthur has a little squirrel disease, but he also knows that at this time, even a little more strength is good.

[Basic Swordsmanship Lv2: You have mastered the basic sword moves and can be applied to actual combat. 】

……

The harmony of body and knowledge is completed in an instant.

With quite a lot of knowledge in his mind and his body getting used to it, Arthur pulled out the long sword on the side and stabbed it straight out.

Whizzing!

The blade of the sword brought a touch of cold light, and although the sword move was only a basic thorn, it sounded a continuous sound of breaking through the air.

However, Arthur's brow was slightly furrowed.

Because, as the skill level increases, the attributes [Physique] and [Spirituality] do not increase accordingly.

"Is it because the basic skill level is too low?

Or is it because you haven't leveled up enough?

Or is my current physique, spirituality, too high? ”

Arthur couldn't be sure which one it was.

But after glancing at the information that had become [Basic Swordsmanship Lv2 (0/5)], he knew that he needed more XP.

So Arthur immediately began to think about how much Scott would be impressed a few more times.

And while Arthur was thinking about Scott, outside the gate of No. 2 Kirk Street, the young reporter rang the doorbell with an uneasy face—

Bell, bell.