Five young couples with their children in their arms stand in front of 2 Kirk Street.

Mothers hold their babies with loving smiles on their faces.

The fathers stood in front, the one at the front who was the most well-dressed of all, but even so he had patches on his elbows and knees, and the basket he carried contained eggs and bread.

These are all gifts of gratitude.

It is also the most precious thing they can get out.

And they?

It's the parents of yesterday's baby theft.

Looking at the person in front of him, Arthur's palms sweated slightly.

He's nervous.

In the face of malicious people, he can be ruthless and kill the other party mercilessly.

But when faced with people who were full of kindness and came to thank him, he was a little overwhelmed.

People, that's how contradictory.

Arthur, even more so.

At this moment, he complained a little about the 'publicity' in front of 14 Kirk Street yesterday.

That's where these parents should have heard.

As for the newspapers?

With the financial situation of these five families, they could not read and write at all.

"Thank you for everything you did for us!"

After handing the basket to Arthur, the father took a deep bow with everyone, and then the parents of the five families left with their children.

There were no more pleasantries, and there were no flies and dogs who took the opportunity to come.

There is just a simple and simple thanks.

They are not good with words.

They don't know how to be flexible.

They only know hard work.

Fathers will try to earn a salary for their children, and mothers will support the family as much as possible when taking care of their children, they look forward to the growth of their children, and they will do their best to provide their children with the best possible life nostalgia.

Arthur's eyes looked at the babies who were sleeping peacefully in their mother's arms, the smiles on the faces of the five mothers, and the five fathers who were not straight enough, but still full of energy.

He looked at the backs of five couples holding their children in the morning sun.

The morning sun seemed to be blurred at this moment and turned into a ......

The truest hope!

A hope that is brought to the family by the child alone.

Even though there are twists and turns, there are also difficulties, but for the sake of the children, the hope of parents is always there.

Perhaps the parents of these five families could not read.

However, their children may have a chance.

One day in the future, their children will hold a newspaper and tell their parents about the interesting things that happened in South Los Offs.

After dinner, they would take their parents out for a walk.

They can also become inflexible.

Because, they are not good at words, they only know hard work.

but

Everything would be better, right?

"I wish you peace and well."

Arthur, who was carrying the basket, bowed slightly to the distant back, nodded to the neighbors who were looking around curiously, and returned to No. 2 Kirk Street under the kind gaze of the neighbors.

Arthur carried the basket and went straight to the kitchen.

He didn't refuse, because this was the heart of everyone on the other side.

A seemingly well-intentioned refusal will only hurt the self-esteem of the five families, and it will also attract rumors and the like, which Arthur doesn't want to see.

And......

Food is a necessity in life.

Breakfast, on the other hand, is the start of a pleasant day.

Beneath the basket of bread containing eggs and whole grains, Arthur finds a packet of corn ballast.

After a little thought, he boiled the water and put it in the corn ballast.

After that, it is constantly stirred, and soon, it becomes thick and fragrant.

The whole whole wheat bread with a small arm size and a weight of 1 kilogram is as unpretentious as the family who have just come to thank them, and it is divided into six with a knife, heated in a frying pan, and put on a plate.

After that, it's fried eggs and sausages.

The six omelettes also come from the basket.

A half-pound of sausages was delivered from the butcher's shop yesterday.

These were naturally Arthur's food alone.

With [Physique] increasing by another 0.1, Arthur felt that his appetite was better.

The food was plated and served to the table next to it.

The honey syrup was poured over the corn paste, and as Arthur stirred, the sweetness immediately came out, and Arthur took a sip.

Sweet, not hot.

Immediately, Arthur squinted pleasantly.

The mouth unconsciously hummed 'I heard you snort, I still eat the young snails, the herring is hard to gel in, and the feet are not chopped when it is marinated, and I straw you, and you are suddenly hungry ......'

I picked up a piece of bread and soaked it directly in the polenta, mixed with the honey syrup on it, and put it in my mouth, it was another taste.

The sweetness doesn't overshadow the wheat aroma, on the contrary, the crunchy touch of the bread that has just been fried in the frying pan and crispy the crust in his mouth is really appetizing to Arthur's finger.

Arthur snorted and ate.

Eat sausages and swallow an omelette from time to time.

Arthur finished his breakfast at great speed, and just as he was about to take a break with a glass of water, the words in front of him suddenly appeared-

[A simple breakfast made with grateful ingredients will make you feel happy; XP+5】

……

"Food!"

"It's such food!"

Arthur looked at the words in front of him, his face slightly stunned.

Then, it was like a sigh of relief, and it was like a sigh of relief.

He really couldn't accept the maggot-like 'food'.

But if that's the food......

It seems that there is a lot of room for manoeuvre!

Arthur thought about meeting and chatting with Scott, this method of increasing XP still requires Scott's cooperation - he will ask the other party to help him put an 'advertisement' on the horn, not the kind of outspoken, but hidden in the normal 'psychic detective', will be introduced without a trace to the 'psychic' Arthur. In addition to the necessary consultation fees, Credos Consultation will also provide a home meal.

As for excuses?

Naturally, it is necessary to feel goodwill or to remove spirits, and so on.

Arthur thought as he walked towards the basement - the hallway at 2 Kirk Street had not been repaired, and he planned to spend the day today completely restoring it.

Otherwise, Arthur always felt that he lacked a corresponding sense of security.

Walking to the basement level, Arthur removed the shelves where the miscellaneous items were stacked, and there was a secret room in the back.

Or, to be precise, a real weapons warehouse at 2 Kirk Street.

A large amount of gunpowder, projectiles, and firearms were stored here.

Starting with the handcuffs that Arthur often used, to thunderbolts, rifles, and more, you name it.

Arthur even saw two small emperor cannons, next to which were a box of six-pound shells and a set of artillery tools.

In addition to these gunpowder weapons, there are cold weapons, knightly swords, cavalry spears, infantry spears, short knives in the style of the Holy Empire, and a combination of two-handed swords and war swords - of course, even now, there are still people who stubbornly believe that this is an illegitimate sword.

After selecting the right spear and leaving the 'Old Charlie's arsenal', Arthur took a bag of flint and steel directly from the utility shelf outside, picked up the kerosene in the corner, and returned directly to the side of the ground.

Loading spears, flint and steel, and kerosene is the easiest.

Carpentry and lacquerwork are not difficult for No. 2 Kirk Street, which is not really broken.

In fact, it was the Scarlet painting that took a lot of Arthur's time.

Arthur has the [Simple Drawing] skill.

Even if it's a Lv1 skill that can't be improved, it also means that Arthur has his own ideas.

He felt that the simple scarlet was too monotonous for the horror atmosphere, and there was no sense of hierarchy, and there should be a knight who was dragged into the scarlet to better reflect it.

So, in the midst of the Crimson, he spent a day drawing a knight in full armor.

But [Simple Painting] is just a simple painting, and the level is only Lv1, he didn't draw the knight in mind, but a bit like ......

Zagu.

"My knight can't be Zagu!"

Arthur immediately revised it.

After another day had been wasted, Arthur looked at the blue can on the canvas, and inexplicably, a cry seemed to echo in his ears—

'Loyalty! Emperor! ’

Arthur picked up the paint brush with a blank face, and it was stained with red paint, smearing the entire painting red.

The original is the best, isn't it?

"How can man be omnipotent?"

"That's good."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders and comforted himself with no talent for drawing, and then prepared to go into the bathroom—it was Saturday, and it was the day of the 'Long Night Ladies Salon'.

In order to show due respect to the owner of the salon, he had to clean up.

But at this time, the words in front of me began to appear.

[A painting with a soul always brings miracles!] 】

[Simple Painting Lv. 1→Painting Lv. 1]

……

When Arthur saw the words in front of him, he felt his scalp tingle, and an inexplicable intuition came to him, telling him what to do, and it had to be fast!

Without any hesitation, he set the picture he had just drawn on fire.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief in the midst of the flames, but then frowned again.