When Malinda left, she almost set fire to 2 Kirk Street.

"This woman is terrible!"

Arthur, who had escaped the parting flirtatious feet, made a slurping sound in his mouth, turned around and picked up his cat.

"Hey, hey, kitten.

Dad will tell you a story, once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old father in the temple who told the little cat a story about the woman under the mountain who was a tiger!

Hey, women are tigers, be careful! ”

Arthur returned to 2 Kirk Street with his cat in his arms.

As the door closed, the young 'medium' sighed in his heart.

Who understands the family!

I not only have to plan my own layout, but also have to take into account the psychological state of my partners, for fear that if one is not good, I will fall short.

But it's not understood yet!

I'm so hard!

It's still my little kitten!

"Pan, you must not fail your old father!"

Arthur hugged Pendragon and rubbed it back and forth on his face.

Pan looked disgusted, and kept pushing Arthur with the meat pad of his paws, but he couldn't push it twice, and then, the kitten was loveless.

Without returning to the dining room to clean up, Arthur added enough charcoal to the boiler once more, adjusted the gas valve, and returned to the medium's room, picking up the books he had brought back from the 'Ymir Manor' - except for the parts of the books that he was interested in, Arthur had only roughly flipped through the rest of the books, and was not yet able to read them through.

And this was not what Arthur expected.

Intensive reading is not reached, and reading through is the basic.

This was a habit that Arthur had retained in his previous life—for any book of value.

This habit has brought considerable benefits to Arthur.

Therefore, Arthur did not intend to change.

Pendragon, who was originally let go by Arthur and ran out, ran back after a while, looked at Arthur who was concentrating on reading, and jumped straight into Arthur's arms, lying there squinting, and when Arthur's palm was put up, it was a burst of grunts.

Later, Arthur pushed the ball of his foot under Kuliqi's stomach.

Kuliqi, who was prostrate at Arthur's feet, moved his belly to allow the soft fur to better cover the feet of his master.

From beginning to end, the eyes of the [Death Hound] were not opened, only the ears kept changing directions.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier.

Inside, warm and quiet.

The night gradually passed.

When the next day came, even if there was still some light rain, it was still difficult to stop the enthusiasm of the people of Nanlos.

The triennial 'Sword Fighting Competition' is a rare celebration for ordinary citizens, and for this reason, local merchants are preparing early, according to their respective chambers of commerce, merchants have taken out their own carefully prepared goods, and at the same time, hang out their huge signboards.

These signs are not only big, but also colorful.

The main one is conspicuous!

In this kind of celebration where all people gather, every businessman is not a fool and will naturally not let go of this opportunity to advertise.

Moreover, the booth fee here is not cheap, so the merchants naturally have to make the most of it.

Naturally, the fees paid belonged to the Earl.

The Earl would use the money to hire circuses, bards, and singers to warm up for the 'sword fighting competition' that would begin at noon.

Of course, the money will definitely not be spent so much.

The rest of the money will naturally be invested in the 'Winter Festival' that follows.

You know, the 'Harvest Festival' and the 'Winter Festival' are hosted by the Earl, and the residents of Nanlos have to be served with a limited amount of wine and meat.

That's not a small expense.

Do you expect the Earl to pay out of his own pocket?

Unrealistic.

The Earl took a little, and the rest of the merchants were evenly divided, which was already merciful.

And this ratio is about 1:9.

By the time Arthur went out at about eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the drizzling rain had stopped.

It was still Edwin who drove the carriage to pick up Arthur.

"Good afternoon, Arthur."

Malinda's chauffeur greets Arthur.

There is no need for Arthur to ask too much, just inform me of last night's follow-up-

"As you and the adults expected, little Lithop is ready to kill someone.

We saved people.

The killer was fooled by the illusion.

This guy was also well-known in the old town of South Los before, and disappeared for several years, I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect it to be Lord Lisope. ”

With that, the coachman opened the door for Arthur.

"That Lord Lisope is even more ambitious than we thought."

Arthur commented.

This is not unwarranted speculation.

It was the 'bandage swordsman' who heard it from Eli, the spy who worked as an intelligence dealer.

After the last time the 'Bandage Swordsman' played his due role and temporarily withdrew, this guy was stuck like a dog skin plaster.

Arthur knew what the other party wanted to do.

It's nothing more than a sweetness, and I want to find out more news from the 'Bandage Swordsman'.

But Arthur didn't let the 'Bandaged Swordsman' expel him.

Because this guy is quite smart, he seems to be aware of the news of the 'bandaged swordsman', and from time to time he will tell a little secret news.

Thus, Arthur knew that Lord Lisope not only had a superficial guard, but also a secret guard.

"That's just a prayer that he has the strength to match his ambition."

The coachman joked.

In Edwin's opinion, Lord Lisopp was dead.

Being targeted by his master and His Excellency Credos at the same time, even if he is favored by the goddess of fate, it is useless, unless he is the illegitimate son of the goddess of fate, otherwise, he will definitely die.

"Well, I'll bless him."

With these words, Arthur boarded the carriage.

The carriage began to move slowly as Edwin shook his whip.

And the blessing of 'death' has been sent.

Lord Lisopp, who was in his manor, looked up and looked around as if he felt something—just now, a chill ran down his back.

It's a strange feeling.

Because, since leaving the battlefield, he has not felt this way again.

But he never doubted the feeling.

Lisop knows very well that it is precisely because of this intuition that he has what he is now.

Although it was later confirmed that it was not blood, but a specious talent, it did not in any way affect the lord's trust in his instincts.

Especially at this moment!

'Is the clue exposed?'

No way!

I will never allow it!

We have to do it now! ’

The lord thought to himself, and his face showed a strange hideousness.

It was a bloodthirsty, exciting, twisted treat.

The thought of that result made the lord's muscular body tremble.

And at this moment, the bell of Elta Square was struck -

The sword fighting tournament has officially begun!

(End of chapter)