Fontel and Wiggins left 2 Kirk Street.

On the table in the Psychic Hall there were 20 extra golden tickets, and a promise that seemed to be unlimited.

Of course, Arthur just put the money in his wallet.

And that promise?

He wouldn't take it seriously.

Wiggins may be more than happy to help him solve a little trouble, but when it is really life-threatening, it is good that the other party does not betray him.

Even, even if some minor troubles are dealt with too much, the other party will have complaints.

As for the fear now?

That's going to go by over time, and I'm scared to death now, and what about a month from now? What about half a year from now? What about a year from now?

Man is a forgetful creature.

When it comes to fear, that's true.

This is especially true in the face of gratitude.

If you don't know it, if you think you need to be thanked, you will be unlucky, you will even be scalped, and then that day will become a holiday for the skinners.

Arthur knew this.

Therefore, he will not take it seriously, he will only use his interests to establish a closer relationship with Wiggins.

To put it simply, to each according to his needs.

If only there was a contract! ’

Arthur sighed in his heart.

For Arthur, there is no need for a so-called slave contract, as long as a simple mutual trust team contract is quite a good choice.

With a smile on his face, Arthur sent Scott to the door.

Unlike Fontel and Wiggins, Scott can be considered a friend - a friend that Arthur relies on so much at this stage.

After all, most of the XP he obtains needs the help of the other party.

"The first two of the three supplements will be sent out this afternoon and evening, and the third will be tomorrow morning, and I can't wait to see your reactions!"

Scott said excitedly.

"I'm sure it's something that will be talked about in ten or twenty years' time, and it will be talked about by the people of Nanlos, and everyone will know me, the 'medium' Arthur. Credos, I'll remember you even more, big journalist Scott. ”

Arthur said very seriously.

And this seriousness infects Scott.

The young reporter clenched his fists excitedly and assured Arthur.

Arthur smiled and admonished.

"Remember, at night."

"I'll take care of everything!"

The young reporter nodded vigorously, reassured Arthur, and ran toward West Merk Boulevard, where it was better to hail a carriage.

Arthur watched the other man's back disappear completely, and then closed the door.

He's ready to go out, too.

He's going to lunch.

After Dokule's malicious visits, revealing Sheriff Laurke's identity as an 'axe killer', discussing the supplement with Scott, and the side stories of Vontel and Wiggins, it's already lunchtime.

He believes that Malinda. Julius. Caesar asks the coachman to deliver a real thank you gift, and it is never at lunch.

Carrying a psychic box and a top hat, Arthur walked down Kirk Street towards West Merck Avenue.

In the memory of the predecessor, there were several nice restaurants opening on West Merk Avenue recently, all of which were chefs from the Inner Bay, and perhaps the food in them could meet the requirements for earning XP.

Originally, Kirk Street was 600 meters long during the Imperial period, but after seven years of war, Kirk Street was less than 200 meters long, and was sandwiched between Dahl Lane and Simak Boulevard, but it was still the first choice for the middle class of South Los District.

Not only because of its proximity to the bustling West Merk Boulevard, but also because of the ease of walking.

The empire had put a lot of effort into the roads, and although the curbs had become uneven and crevices in many places, they were much better than the dusty roads on most sunny days and muddy on rainy days.

Even, the reason why Seamerk Avenue appeared here is because it occupies most of the original Kirk Street.

Arthur stood on tiptoe and walked through the crevices filled with rain, but his footsteps did not stop, but his eyes were attracted by a two-wheeled food truck with a canopy.

Not only because the canopy of this food truck is painted in red and white stripes, which stands out in the dim tones of the street, but also because there is no food truck in this place in the memory of its predecessor.

'Newly opened? ’

'Good location to pick up! ’

'It should taste good, too!' ’

Smelling the rich smell of meat, Arthur praised from the bottom of his heart.

The food truck in front of you is parked at the location where Kirk Street is about to enter West Merk Avenue, whether it is people who go to West Merk Avenue from Kirk Street, or people who stroll on West Merk Avenue will notice this food truck, the rich taste of fried meat, is the best guide.

Arthur stood still in front of the dining car, looking at the small blackboard standing in front of the dining car—

Eivor's mobile food stalls (from ancestral craftsmanship)

Deep-fried meat (3 zero so)

Fried fish (2 zero so)

Roasted pineapple (5 zero cords)

Special 1: Marmite Sandwich (6 soc/piece)

Special 2: Cupcakes (8 pieces)

Special offer 3: Orange juice (1 sso per cup, cup deposit 1 sao s)

……

The price is prohibitive for most civilians, but it is extremely cheap compared to the consumption in the restaurants on West Merk Avenue, which is destined to be a good place for business in the future.

Arthur looked at the boss here curiously,

A fat man in a clean chef's suit, smiling and amiable, immediately greeted Arthur when he saw his gaze.

"Guest, do you need anything?"

"When a new store opens, it's all 20% off!"

Arthur's gaze swept over fried meat, fried fish, grilled pineapple, marmite sandwiches, cupcakes and orange juice, and without any nonsense, he directly took out 2 cords.

"The same one."

It's not gluttony.

I just want to taste it.

It's like trying a small dessert before a meal.

It is true that he inherited the memory of his predecessor, but the pictures in his memory cannot bring real taste.

That ethereal experience can never compare to the feeling of real food in the mouth.

What's more, in order to maintain the mystery of the 'medium', Old Charlie only came out to eat a handful of times, and the food of the Credos family was basically the craftsmanship of Old Charlie.

For the food outside, the predecessor was curious.

Arthur, too.

Eivor looked at the 2 Suo handed over, the smile on his face was even bigger, and his eyes were squeezed until there was only a slit left.

He didn't expect that he would get off to a good start on the first day of the stall.

After taking the money, the fat boss immediately prepared for Arthur.

The fried fish and meat are all freshly out of the pan, the roasted pineapple is smeared with a layer of syrup, the marmite sandwich is the largest, the cupcakes are full of frosting and there are no edges, and the orange juice is two cups.

"This is for free!"

The fat boss pointed to one of the orange juices in a wooden cup and said with a smile.

"Thank you."

Arthur thanked him and stood on the side of the stall, ready to eat all of this before going to West Merk Avenue, after all, wooden cups are not gifts, and a deposit is required.

Moreover, bringing these foods into the restaurant would cause unnecessary trouble, and Arthur didn't want to be mistaken for a smashing scene.

As for eating these, can I eat more?

The body of ordinary people is 1.6 times, which brings not only strength and speed, but also excellent stomach.

Arthur admits that there is no problem.

But the moment he put the cupcake that attracted him the most into his mouth, Arthur's face changed.

Sweet!

It's so sweet!

Dead people!

Almost subconsciously, Arthur was about to spit out the cupcakes he had eaten in his mouth, but the habit he had developed for a long time made him swallow the food in his mouth.

Then, quietly drink the orange juice.

Sour!

A sour sour scalp that makes your scalp tingle!

My teeth are going to ache!

Luckily, Arthur had just eaten enough sweet food that the rich sourness began to neutralize the sweet taste, otherwise his facial features would have been distorted by this time.

"Hit, pack!"

Arthur pointed to the rest of the food, took out 10 ropes and put it on the food stall, his voice was slurred, and his eyes showed a rare confusion of doubting life.

It wasn't until he walked to Seamerk Avenue with the food packed by the fat boss and bathed in the sun that Arthur came back to his senses.

He glanced back at the fat boss who waved goodbye to him with palpitations, Mu Ran turned his head and walked quickly.

When he confirmed that the fat boss couldn't see him, Arthur placed the food in his hand, including the wooden cup with orange juice, in the hands of a beggar on the side of the road.

Without waiting for the beggar to say thank you, Arthur, who knew that he was just trying not to waste food and did not deserve the other party's thanks at all, had already walked quickly to the restaurant next to him.

After tasting cupcakes and orange juice, Arthur wisely chose to forgo other foods, even if they seemed normal.

'Eivor's ancestral craftsmanship is truly terrifying! ’

'Hope it's okay here!' ’

Arthur thought to himself, looking at the restaurant in front of him, which was decorated with flowers and looked expensive, and it was also one of the newly opened restaurants in the memory of the predecessor, and there was a blackboard below the menu of today's chef-

Welcome to the White Rose Restaurant!

Today's Chef's Recommendation: Haggis!