Dear Mr. Credos,

If you would like to know more things, please wait for my carriage by the tree-lined trail at midnight tonight.

auburn

1797.9.26

……

It's not handwritten, it's cut out of newspaper.

There is also no special smell on the invitation.

Obviously, the other side is careful.

Arthur understood and ......

Pondering!

Arthur may receive an invitation from anyone.

Even the old lion of the inner bay, but it was absolutely impossible to receive Auburn's.

Does a dead person send out an invitation?

Possibly.

But definitely not Auburn.

No one knew Auburn better than Arthur.

What is the state of Auburn, where is Auburn.

Arthur knew it all.

After all, their current relationship is a daily meeting.

Arthur's brow furrowed as he looked at the black, gilded invitation that had been placed on the fence gate at No. 2 Kirk Street at some point—though Arthur wasn't sure who had sent it in the name of 'Auburn'.

However, there are roughly three possibilities.

First, the guy from the Dead Poets Society.

Second, the last descendants of the 'blood family'.

Third, the guy who fishes in troubled waters.

Of these, each of them is ill-intentioned.

But the ill intentions of the three also prove that 'Auburn' is alive and that 'Auburn' kills people.

This is naturally good news for Arthur!

As for the danger lurking in it?

Arthur decided to find someone more professional to deal with -

"Go to 6 Shiratori Street and inform the owner there that her lover is waiting for her home at 2 Kirk Street for dinner."

Arthur pulled out 2 zero ropes and beckoned to a group of children standing at the mouth of Dahl Alley.

The chosen child ran over quickly, his face excited.

Especially when he saw that it was 2 zeros, he said.

"I assure you, I'll deliver the message as soon as possible."

With that, the kid turned around and ran towards West Merk Boulevard.

The rest of the children are bleak, they have lost the opportunity to earn pocket money, and they are the most generous of all—the generosity and magic of the owner of No. 2 Kirk Street have been circulating in Dahl Lane lately.

Arthur took out 1 zero rope again.

Suddenly, the children's eyes were attracted again, and one by one they became impatient.

Arthur didn't have the habit of hanging children's appetites, he said directly-

"Whoever can help me get the bakery apprentice Alvin first, this is his!"

It's true to invite Malinda home for dinner, but who says you have to do it yourself?

No one has tasted his true craft except Pendragon.

Malinda?

A very nice lady, or quite a partner, but compared to his cat?

It's not almost.

"Me! I! I! ”

As Arthur spoke, the children raised their hands.

Arthur smiled and pointed to the bakery in the distance.

That means for a reason.

The next moment, a group of children rushed to the bakery in a frenzy.

By the time Arthur had taken off his coat and released Pendragon from the cage, Alvin had already appeared outside the door of 2 Kirk Street.

The bakery apprentice rang the doorbell with confusion.

Arthur simply explained the need-

"For dinner, I need some food to entertain intimate guests, preferably finished, of course, good semi-finished products are fine, no alcohol is needed, but juice is needed - Alvin, do you have any recommendations?"

Private kitchens are not uncommon in South Los Angeles.

Whenever the housewives are busy on festivals or special days, the private kitchen can always give just the right amount of support.

In the Shire district, almost every street has its own private kitchen.

But Kirk Street is no exception.

Because, the private kitchen on Kirk Street is inside Dahl Lane.

And in the memory of the predecessor, there is nothing about this private kitchen.

Because—

At 2 Kirk Street, old Charlie would cook every day.

Moreover, judging from the memories of his predecessor, old Charlie seems to have quite a knack for certain dishes, and can always make a difference in feeling.

The predecessor was puzzled by this, why the grandfather only focused on a few dishes.

Arthur already had a guess.

'He tui, Lao Shuai (zha) than (nan)! ’

After silently spitting on his grandfather in the bottom of his heart, Arthur waited for Alvin's recommendation.

This bakery apprentice did not disappoint Arthur -

"Andorra's mother-in-law's kitchen can meet all your needs, mother-in-law has a very good craft, and she is a very good person, she used to work as a cook in the mansion of a big man, but because of her age, she resigned and returned to Dallane, do you need me to take you there?"

"I'll leave it to you."

Arthur directly took out 1 golden ticket and handed it to the bakery apprentice.

Looking at the bewilderment on the face of the bakery apprentice, the young 'psychic medium' said with a smile.

"I believe that you have a good grasp of food as a bakery apprentice, so I asked you to do this food purchase - of course, the rest of the money will be your tip."

"But that's too much......"

The honest bakery apprentice took the 1 golden ticket in his hand and walked out of No. 2 Kirk Street, muttering to himself as he walked.

Obviously, this bakery apprentice can't imagine what the food of 1 golden ticket looks like.

He was tempted to tell the generous 'medium' that he couldn't grasp it.

But looking at the closed door at 2 Kirk Street, the bakery apprentice hesitated for a moment, and finally, gritted his teeth and headed for Dahl Lane - his apprenticeship as a bakery on Kirk Street would be terminated if he could not satisfy the guests.

Especially this is not too much to ask.

So, the bakery apprentice has already begun to rack his brains to complete the task assigned by Arthur.

Arthur was well aware of this.

That's why he chose Alvin.

He believes that the other party will do his best.

Of course, tipping and discretion are also essential.

Fujin flapped his wings and followed behind the bakery apprentice, taking everything in his eyes.

Wu Ni remained on the roof of 2 Kirk Street, scanning everything around her.

Only Pendragon is different.

After eating three small dried fish, he fell asleep in Arthur's arms.

Feeling the warm touch in his arms, Arthur squinted and began to think about what the invitation in his hand could be exchanged for from Malinda's hand.

Free?

Inexistent!

Even if Malinda was in some way the way he was in trouble.

At no time, in anything, will the 'medium' be given away for free, even if you have other intentions, even ......

You have to make a harder offer! ’

That's what old Charlie said.

The predecessor didn't think so, but Arthur thought so.

Because, he knows that what is free is the least cared about, and the first thing to be abandoned at the critical moment.

And expensive?

will occupy the weight.

Even when it comes to critical moments, there will be considerations.

However, since learning about the deeds of old Charlie, Arthur always felt that old Charlie had something to say.

"Alas, I can't understand it, I can't understand it."

In his muttering, Arthur hugged Pendragon and closed his eyes completely, and then the whole person was suspended.

There is no doubt that the Hand of Nothingness is useful.

Therefore, Arthur practiced harder.

He needs to make himself fly faster, better, and more smoothly.

Moreover, breathe lightly.

Half a minute later—

Whew, swoop.

Exhausted, Arthur gasped and looked at Pendragon in his arms.

"Pan, it's time for you to lose weight!"

"Meow ???"

Pendragon turned his head, as if he could not believe that his master had said such a thing, and the cat's eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly.

A beard falls off with it.

(End of chapter)