Arthur solemnly picked up the beard, put it into the test tube that had four whiskers before, and then put it into the [Athos Box] together.

Then the young 'medium' looked at Pendragon and smiled.

"Pan, you're so cute!"

As he spoke, it was another small dried fish.

Pendragon munched on the small dried fish, and the cat's face was puzzled.

It couldn't understand why the contrast between the front and back of the master was so great.

However, it doesn't matter, it's good to eat.

Dinner for Pendragon arrived, and food was brought from Andorra's mother-in-law's kitchen – not just Alvin, but two young men pushing a food cart followed.

Looking at the dress, it should also be an apprentice or something.

"Your Excellency, it cost a total of 9 and 4 zero."

The young baker apprentice said truthfully.

"That's your tip."

Arthur emphasized again.

This embarrassed the young baker apprentice a little – it wasn't that he didn't accept tips, and as an apprentice, tips were Alvin's only source of income.

However, most of them were 1-2 zero ropes, and 6 zero ropes at a time, which made the young man feel uneasy.

But Arthur didn't ask too much or give advice.

Tip he gave.

That's Alvin's money.

He is not qualified to call the shots for other people's money.

Arthur's eyes were on dinner.

Two portions of grilled elbow (each serving is a whole bone-in pork knuckle, one part original, one part vanilla sauce), beef in a puff pastry crockpot (1,600 grams of beef), potato stewed onion sausage (the main ingredient of the sausage is pork), roasted chicken and shiitake mushrooms (no less than 600 grams of chicken), roasted corn, apple and pear (two of each), two fried fish cakes (300 grams of small yellow croaker as the main ingredient), stewed beet soup (stewed in a cast iron pot), and butter pumpkin soup (stewed in a clay pot).

3 cream snacks, 3 strawberry jam snacks, 3 roasted pineapples.

Freshly squeezed apple, pear, coconut juice (1 pat each, 2L each)

Some white bread, sugar, salt, black pepper (10 grams each), butter, honey, cream (10 grams each).

After confirming the table with Arthur, the two apprentices of Andorra's mother-in-law began to set the table, a white tablecloth, a vase, inserted fresh tulips, and then the end of the table.

When the aromas are mixed with delicacy, Arthur says the meal is worth the price.

"We'll be back tomorrow morning to clean up the dishes, or you can assign a time."

Andorra's mother-in-law's apprentice asked.

"Tomorrow morning."

Arthur said after thinking for a moment.

"As you wish – let me know if you have any orders."

The two kitchen apprentices respectfully and politely exited 2 Kirk Street.

After saying hello to Alvin, he hurried back to the kitchen in Dahl Lane, where Arthur guessed that he was the only one who ordered the order.

"Good night, Alvin!"

"Ah, good night, Lord Credos!"

The young baker was still in shock, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, not only stammering in answers, but also stumbling on the way back.

Arthur did not immediately return to 2 Kirk Street, and after seeing the other party return to the bakery, he was still standing in the doorway—Forkine and Fogney had already seen Malinda's conspicuous carriage.

"Good evening, Edwin!"

Arthur smiled and greeted the coachman.

"Good evening, Arthur!"

The stout coachman responded, jumped out of the carriage, and opened the door.

Malinda jumped out of the carriage, still wearing the same hunting suit, but the deer-hunting hat had been replaced by a dark brown checkered one, and the pipe in her hand was lit.

Looking at Arthur standing in the doorway, the lady raised her hand.

With a smile, Arthur stretched out his hand and led the lady towards 2 Kirk Street.

However, as soon as the door closed, the lady withdrew her hand and wiped it vigorously on her clothes.

Arthur was expressionless and picked up the towel that had been prepared on the side.

Both of them were disgusted by the action they had just made.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Malinda walked inside with her pipe in her mouth, asking as she went.

"A new business."

Arthur said.

But Marinda, who was moving forward, saw the beautifully arranged table, and suddenly, the lady frowned, not only stopped her progress, but also quietly took a step back.

"Tell me what kind of business it is.

If your grandfather wants to see me officially, please excuse me - tomorrow I will publish in the newspaper that our life and relationship have broken down, and I have dissociated myself from her. ”

The woman said very seriously.

"Huh."

Arthur sneered, ignoring the woman's crazy words, and just took out the black, gilded invitation—not opened, but placed it on the table.

"What is this?"

Malinda said that she wanted to pick up the invitation, but Arthur raised her hand and held it down.

"This is Auburn's invitation to me - make a deal?"

Arthur laughed.

"Auburn!"

Malinda narrowed her eyes and asked directly.

"What do you want?"

"Cat Cave Core Secret Technique!"

"What are you kidding?"

"You were the one who joked with me first - I don't believe your intelligence network would have known that my grandfather was still 'slaying spirits' with Barney.

Or are you still obsessed with Fujin and Wuni? ”

Arthur sneered, exposing the careful thoughts of the woman in front of him.

"Tsk, careful-eyed man."

Malinda pursed her lips, pulled out the chair and made it, raised her hand and took the roasted elbow full of sauce in her hand, opened her mouth and tore it.

Arthur didn't mind, picked up the rest of the one, sprinkled it with black pepper and gulped it down, and grabbed the coconut water before Malinda poured it in tons.

Malinda glanced at it, directly lifted the puff pastry on the crockpot beef with her hand, and stuffed the puff pastry into her mouth without any leftovers.

"I've licked it."

Arthur said lightly.

Malinda sneered and tore off half of the puff pastry on the side of her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked it, then handed it to Arthur, raising her eyebrows and signaling.

“he tui！”

Arthur took a bite in onomatopoeia.

Malinda frowned, trying not to be outdone, but in the end she didn't take a bite to eat, but instead of throwing the puff pastry in the trash, she put it aside.

And, start changing the subject.

"I have a secret technique here, the ability to control fire, which I only recently acquired, and I think you might be interested.

After all, he's only been here this morning as a coachman. ”

There was obvious temptation in his words, but Arthur was calm.

"They're just pawns - haven't you found that Dead Poets Society guy yet?"

Arthur said as he picked up a piece of creamy pastry.

"No—I suspect this guy used the riskiest of methods."

Malinda's brow furrowed, but her palms moved towards the invitation.

This time, Arthur didn't stand in the way.

The lady got the invitation without any problems.

As his gaze swept over, the other party frowned.

Then, without thinking, the other party asked directly.

"If you were bait, what would it be for?"

"If I hadn't said yes to that guy, I'd have offered a price that would have satisfied me - alas...... As a 'medium', I need to keep my promises. ”

Arthur sighed helplessly.

It looks very fake, but inexplicably, there is a sense of truth.

Even Malinda can't tell the difference for a while.

Arthur, on the other hand, picked up another piece of cream - he had thought about it and how to refuse it as he was about to sell it to Malinda.

This morning's performance in front of Jennifer gave him infinite inspiration, so he just kept acting.

As for why refusal?

Arthur hasn't forgotten why he sold the news to Malinda?

You just can't take the risk!

Since the unknown enemy sent him the invitation, he naturally had a considerable degree of certainty against him - the successive victories did not make Arthur get carried away, but he knew his own details.

He knows better: just because you're baiting doesn't mean you're less risky.

Or, in a way, more dangerous!

Because—

In any situation, the first thing to be eaten is the bait.

Then, you can catch the fish.

Marinda, who was staring at Arthur, took a puff of her pipe, and when the smoke began to fill, she took the last piece of cream in her hand before Arthur could reach out.

The lady ate her snack slowly, and Arthur leaned back in his chair and picked up the coconut water.

It took half a minute for the lady to finish her snack.

And when the other party finished eating the snack, Arthur also happened to finish drinking coconut water.

Picking up a napkin on the side, the woman asked as she wiped her hands.

"And what if they come to 2 Kirk Street?"

The young 'medium' just half-leaned back in his chair and chuckled softly, his left hand supporting his chin, his erected index finger gently caressing the corner of his eye, and his right hand tapping on the armrest of the chair.

Knock, knock, knock!

Again and again.

Clear and powerful.

Just like at this moment, Arthur's words word by word-

"Let him come!"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the night, and Pendragon, who was lying in the cat's bed, let out a low roar like a fried hair.

Meow!

This moment-

The thunder remains, and the cat's roar is beginning to appear.

This moment-

Malinda. Julius. Caesar was also slightly stunned.

(End of chapter)