Early in the morning, the washroom.

Arthur washed his hands for the fourth time, still feeling a soul-deep stench in his hands, and he suspected that he had pulled out the toad's urine in his sleep.

'The toad that came for Siudik must have been the unscrupulous mercenary from the night before!' ’

Interestingly, Siudik claimed to have deceived them, and the toad claimed that he was not them...... Does these transcendents, who are far from the ordinary, seem to be in an adversarial relationship with them, or is it a more complex relationship? ’

'Mystery side, what is it like?' ’

'And this stench, shouldn't it remain in dreams?' Why was it brought out? ’

Arthur stood in front of the sink and couldn't help but think.

After pinching the toad to death, he returned to the bed in his bedroom on the third basement floor of 2 Kirk Street, and the whole process did not happen without any accidents.

It's like waking up from a dream.

Of course, dreams are not good dreams.

If you have to say it, it's a nightmare.

Arthur didn't want to have such nightmares again if he could, so he wanted to know more about the mysterious side.

Unfortunately, he knew nothing but 'Them'.

And the two insiders were also killed by him.

However, even if these two insiders are alive, it is impossible to get any useful information based on the relationship between the two sides.

Even if he was told something, Arthur wouldn't believe it.

Because, most likely, that is the trap, the trap where there is no place to die.

If only there was a kind mystical person willing to communicate! ’

Or if there is a meeting place similar to the mysterious side, it will be better to find out more information! ’

'There should be, right?' ’

It's just hidden in a place that ordinary people can't know! ’

Arthur couldn't help but think.

Subconsciously, he wrapped one hand around his chest and propped the elbow of the other hand on the back of this hand, tapping his temple lightly with his index finger.

This is a subconscious habit of Arthur when he thinks.

Doing this usually helps him think.

Right now?

He smelled the stench again.

Arthur frowned, turned on the faucet again, and picked up the soap - instead of the soft soap made from fat, oil, and plant ash that the family collects for cooking or in the slaughterhouse, Arthur uses a more advanced, white soap made from olive oil.

In terms of effect, according to the memories of the predecessor, Arthur thought it was about the same, but after adding coconut oil, the fragrance was better and more durable.

However, it is a drop in the bucket for what Arthur can smell at the moment.

I washed it three times in a row, and the smell was still there, as if it was a meal stained with paste on the bottom of the pot, and after washing it several times, it was finally clean, but the smell of paste was still there.

But Arthur had to make his way to the hall on the first floor.

It's half-past six, and it's time for the apprentices from the shops to deliver food and groceries, and if they don't pick it up in time, the apprentices will wrap it in oiled paper and put it in front of the door, and the next time they come, the owner of the house will pay double the tip.

If you don't give?

The prestige of the owner of the house will be affected considerably.

Not only can you not enjoy the convenience of monthly and quarterly settlements, but you also don't have any discounts, and even your career will be affected by your bad reputation.

As a result, all middle-class residents on Kirk Street are 'happy' to tip.

After all, it's just 1 zero so, isn't it?

And it's not every day.

Most families only make a purchase every 2-3 days, and the reason why apprentices have to deliver every day is simply that the owners of each store will stagger this time.

However, every apprentice is happy to do so.

You know, this is the few, if not the only income, they have during their apprenticeship.

Under normal circumstances, the shop owner will take turns to put the apprentice in charge, and occasionally the owner who is biased will let one of his apprentices send it two more times.

It's like the bakery apprentice that Arthur met yesterday, and the other party will deliver the bread today.

"Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning......

"Alvin, my name is Alvin."

It didn't take any more explicit instructions, and the clever bakery apprentice informed Arthur of his name.

"Good morning, Alvin."

Arthur smiled and took out 1 zero, but his heart was cold.

He smelled the stench, but there was nothing unusual about Alvin in front of him.

Obviously, if it weren't for the smell, he could only smell it.

Or maybe it was related to last night's incident.

With the thought in his heart, Arthur handed the coin out and observed the other party quietly.

"Thank you for your generosity, I'm going to make deliveries to other homes, we'll see you the day after tomorrow, sir!"

Just like yesterday's joy, I was not annoyed by giving less than 1 zero, and my back was still full of vitality.

Arthur stared at the other's back, his eyes narrowing slightly.

'Alvin probably can't really smell the stench, last night's thing...... It should have nothing to do with the other party. ’

Alvin's expression was normal, and his body did not appear to be damaged, but Arthur was not completely reassured.

Encountering last night's strangeness, Arthur's vigilance had already reached its highest.

In fact, when he woke up from that nightmare, Arthur not only checked Kirk 2, but also the surroundings.

However, nothing was found.

Although he has not been exposed to the mysterious side, and most of the things about the mysterious side in the memories of the predecessor are hearsay, but there is one thing Arthur is sure of.

And that's—

There is contact, it happens!

It can't appear out of nowhere!

If he could really ignore the rules and pull him into a nightmare, in Arthur's understanding, it would not be simply transcendent, but the category of gods.

In the face of this kind of power, there is no possibility for him to resist.

Not to mention, the other party was pinched to death by him.

So, there must be contact.

And from yesterday to today, there are only a few people who have had contact with him.

The most suspicious of them were of course the Lady Caesar and the beggar.

Needless to say, Ms. Caesar herself was the one that alerted Arthur the most.

As for the beggar?

If there is any uneasiness, he always cares.

But the rest of the people are also doubted by Arthur.

He had to use a stupid method to eliminate it at a later time.

This is undoubtedly a big project.

Moreover, the mystical side itself has too many powers that he doesn't understand.

For example, if a toad appears to have been pinched to death by him, Arthur is not sure if the other person is really dead, injured, or replaced with some kind of prop.

Another example: the stench that now seems to be something that only he can smell.

And, through such a stench, Arthur also thought of a little -

It can't smell like a mark, right?

If so, will this taste attract more people?

This made Arthur feel urgent.

But such urgency did not hinder Arthur's planned plan in the slightest: to increase his own strength!

Because he knows that only when he is strong can he cope with all accidents.

Therefore, Arthur is now very much looking forward to what swordsmanship he can obtain in the 'Sword Club'.

Before that, though, Arthur turned and went into the kitchen.

'Man is iron, rice is steel. ’

As the saying of his hometown, Arthur has always taken it as a guideline.

There is no complicated process, it is the simplest and most convenient milk, omelette, bread.

Holding back the residual disgusting taste, Arthur finished his breakfast, but fortunately, the sound of 'trumpet, trumpet' that came into his ears from time to time gave him a hint of comfort.

[You appeared in the newspaper again, people were curious about your upbringing, life, and your autobiography attracted quite a lot of people to read; XP+10】

[The drama of 'Revenge of the Evil Spirit' has surprised the people of Nanlos, and in the coming days, you will definitely talk about it, you have gained fame again: XP+10]

……

20 XP arrived!

This time, Arthur didn't add points immediately, and with the [Basic Swordsmanship] upgraded to the top level of Lv5, there was no way to add points.

Among the remaining support skills, although Arthur also has some ideas, he also wants to try his luck in the 'Sword Club'.

If you can learn more advanced swordsmanship, this 20 XP is the best way to get promoted.

It's not that Arthur doesn't have confidence in his talent.

On the contrary, Arthur has considerable confidence in his own talent.

Isn't "Everything Eaten" his talent?

[Basic Swordsmanship] was able to raise to the highest level in one day, didn't it just rely on his talent and hard work?

The latter, in particular, is a top priority.

When someone asks him in the future, he can deservedly say: I rely on my own efforts!

'With continuous reporting, my name should be known to some of the people of South Los, and over time, there should be more XP in the follow!' ’

Arthur was sure of that.

The literate people in South Los are in the minority.

Anyone who knew his name yesterday and today is literate.

Those who are illiterate can only learn their names from the lips of the literate through time, and this process must be extremely slow, but it is better to last.

Arthur had foreseen that he would get the 'XP+1' prompt from time to time for quite some time to come.

'Why don't you hire a bard to spread my name?' ’

The moment this idea appeared, Arthur shook his head and vetoed it.

He's just getting started, and it's too deliberate to do it, and it's not good to get caught.

In the future, when the opportunity is ripe, it is inevitable to harvest a wave of XP with the bard!

Arthur thought as he put on his coat and picked up the psychic box that had just placed two more bundles of explosives in the dark compartment and went out - this did not occupy much of the space in the psychic box, and old Charlie deliberately left enough space when designing the psychic box.

The insertion of these two bundles of explosives made Arthur feel reassured.

However, at the moment of going out, Arthur suddenly thought of something.