In the carriage, as soon as Amur's words fell, layers of ripples rippled on the seat opposite, a hand stretched out from it, and then raised and took off the hood, and suddenly, Feliman's tall and strong figure appeared there, and at this moment, the 'blood' frowned, staring at the lady of the Tallinn sect with great dissatisfaction.

"It's not!

And also......

Please be respectful of my father. ”

After saying that, the eyes of this 'bloodborn' began to glow with fierceness.

"Huh!"

Amuel sneered, raised his left hand, and after the middle finger and index finger overlapped, the cloak that could be concealed on the bloodborn's body firmly bound it, especially the neck, which was deeply embedded in the flesh.

'Can't beat Arthur, can't I beat you?' ’

The Tallinn lady roared in her heart.

And on the surface?

Still smiling and moaning.

In the same way, the gaze of the 'Bloodborn' has never changed, and it is still fierce.

Neither backed down.

It's just a confrontation.

As the carriage fades into the streets of the Shire, two apprentices from Andorra's mother-in-law's kitchen come to clean up the leftovers from last night.

Arthur took out two zeros and handed them to each other.

"Thank you for your generosity, you can come to 16 Dahl Lane at any time – we're here for you!"

As the two walked out of 2 Kirk Street, they bowed to Arthur.

This is the proper etiquette of the two.

But without the blessing of money, I would never be so enthusiastic.

And this is the charm of money.

It can make the inferiority polite.

It can make politeness become warm.

It can make enthusiasm ......

Bow and scrape!

"What a root of all evil!"

Arthur muttered and raised his hand to the newsboy, buying today's copies of the Daily Nanlos and the Clarion - the hint of XP had just appeared, but Arthur still needed to confirm more news through the two newspapers.

[The Clarion's follow-up report on the 'Human Chair' case is shocking, and everyone can't believe that Jaime from the Duo District is one of the culprits, and people are surprised again by your acuity; XP+30]

[The Southern Los Daily appreciated your ability when James was wanted, and you became known to more people, XP+40]

[More people have heard your name; XP+10】

……

Compared with yesterday's 'fresh report', today's follow-up is surprising, but with yesterday's buffer, the popularity has obviously 'decreased', but with the passage of time, the spread has begun to increase.

This was a good thing for Arthur.

He's looking forward to the XP gains that will come when his fame spreads beyond South Los.

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly after confirming that the two newspaper reports did not show the Jaime lover 'Jane' and the events that had happened last night.

As long as you run fast enough, the former is most likely fine.

And the latter?

'What kind of secret art?' Or can props be able to 'shield' to this extent? ’

Arthur had just listened.

None of the neighbors around talked about what happened last night.

It seems that last night was a 'Christmas Eve'.

But only he understood how lively the situation had been last night, and even to some extent, it could have risen to the word 'intense'.

But even so, the whole of Nanlos is still quiet.

'What a rich Countess of Nanlos. ’

Arthur couldn't help but sigh.

The young 'medium' is not sure how to do this widespread 'blocking', but it can be determined who did it.

There was absolutely no second person other than the countess.

This kind of unknown makes the young 'spirit medium' more and more vigilant.

After reviewing yesterday's events in my mind once more, and making sure that everything was correct, I picked up 'Anna' and went out with Pendragon in a cage.

Today is the day he goes to get his cane.

Walking down Kirk Street, bypassing the 'Eivor's Mobile Food Stall' at the mouth of the alley, Arthur walked on the other side onto West Merk Boulevard.

Basking in the rare sunshine of South Los, Arthur's mood also brightened.

He had a hunch that today would be a pleasant day.

There was no murder.

There are no shadows.

There is nothing unusual.

He will take his two canes from the 'Tate Cane Shop', and then complete the [Wand Fighting Technique] to verify his inner guess.

Then?

Naturally, choose a restaurant that looks good and have a hearty lunch.

Afternoon?

If the weather is still fine, he goes to the beach.

If the weather is bad, he goes back to 2 Kirk Street to catch up on sleep.

'What a day! ’

The corners of Arthur's mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a big smile

Then, when he walked into the 'Tate Cane Shop', the smile was gone.

He didn't see the boss Tate, but a strange young man standing in the store, and when the other party saw him walking in, he looked very surprised and panicked, and he looked completely overwhelmed.

"Hello, I'll get my cane."

Arthur took the initiative.

"Okay, okay."

The strange young man nodded, turned and walked towards the beehive-like cane cabinet.

"You'll also need my credentials."

Arthur reminded, taking out the credentials Tate had given him - 11.11.

"Sorry, it's my first day on the job, so it's a little unfamiliar."

The strange young man reluctantly gave Arthur a reason.

Arthur understood this, and after nodding slightly, the young 'psychic medium' suddenly asked.

"Where's Boss Tate?"

"My uncle is not feeling well today, so he is resting at home for the time being - I was called here to take over the shift."

The strange young man said.

"I see."

Arthur looked at each other, the linen lining, suspenders, heavy jacket were strong and wearable, but could ignore some light rain, his hair was a little messy, obviously not taken care of for a long time, his shoes were stained with gray muddy water, and they did not dry up, there was mud in his fingernails, and there were some stains on the backs of his hands, but the fingertips were very clean.

And those eyes were bloodshot.

There was also a strong smell of smoke and alcohol on his body.

There is more than one smoke flavor, but each one is an inferior tobacco taste.

It's obvious that the other party should stay in a confined space for a long time, wiping something with their fingertips-

'Playing cards?' ’

Arthur guessed.

Then, I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

With the serious personality of the boss, even if he suddenly fell ill, he would not choose such a nephew to work in the store for the sake of the store.

Alcoholism, it's already terrible.

If you still play cards when you are drunk, then you can't describe it as terrible.

But......

Fatal!

It may be your own life or someone else's.

As the strange young man's fingers were about to touch Arthur's cane in the hive cabinet, the young 'psychic medium' sighed and asked—

"Boss Tate is still alive, isn't he?"

(End of chapter)