Play a game with me?

Malinda looked at Arthur suspiciously.

Suspicion was written all over the woman's face.

Moreover, for this suspicion, this lady is also blunt -

"I feel like you're ill-intentioned.

And, play the game when compensated......

Do you think I was a child? ”

Malinda folded her hands around her chest, leaning back in her chair, her blue eyes staring at Arthur without blinking.

Immediately, Arthur laughed.

"Adult games, don't you can't play?

I'm here to take care of you!

Work, woman.

I'll catch up on sleep. ”

Without giving Malinda another chance to speak, Arthur picked up the biscuit in front of her and lay back on the floor.

In recent days, he has suffered from a severe lack of sleep.

His rituals and bloodlines were telling him.

Arthur didn't want any surprises.

Catching up on sleep is a must.

Of course, it's a real treat to be able to watch Malinda go about her work and have a snack before you fall asleep.

Arthur lay there thinking, the northwest wind was blowing outside, the goose feathers and snow were swirling in the air, and poor Malinda was sweeping the streets with thin clothes and a single shirt.

And he Arthur?

Naturally, he sat by the warm fire and served mutton in a copper pot.

It has to be shabu mutton!

This meal of mutton is not shabu, and I am sorry for Malinda's frozen body.

It's beautiful to think about.

"I suspect you're thinking something excessive."

Malinda put down her pen and looked at Arthur.

It's not that she's not focused enough, it's that Arthur's smile makes her care too much.

Especially the corners of the mouth, the smile that is not there is really underplayed.

She wanted to slap her in the face.

"Nope.

I just thought about something from my childhood—my grandfather was writing here, and my parents, uncles, and aunts were busy. I'm just playing here.

It's so fast. ”

Arthur pointed to where he was playing, and then, with a sigh, turned around.

The cookies are finished.

It's time to sleep.

As for the words just now?

Do you believe the words of the 'medium'?

Malinda would never believe the words of the 'medium', but when Arthur said these words, Malinda was still a little hesitant.

The lady couldn't tell the real from the fake.

However, the next moment, the lady was sure that Arthur was lying to her.

Because—

Whew!

The long breath was mixed with snoring.

No one can utter such an exclamation and then fall into such a deep sleep.

Click!

The pen in the woman's hand was broken.

Ink splattered, and the table was in disarray.

Even Malinda was splashed.

However, this lady cleaned up the mess with an indifferent face.

The lady was waiting for the game that Arthur was talking about.

If she's not satisfied......

At that time, it was the general ledger.

Thinking to herself, the lady smiled and refused Lady Anna's help and began to clean up a mess.

Arthur, on the other hand, opened one eye.

'Tsk!

It's time to rethink the game.

That didn't work just now. ’

A philosopher once said that if she is not deeply involved in the world, take her through the prosperity of the world, and if she is full of vicissitudes, then the merry-go-round.

Malinda is clearly the latter.

And it's also a strengthened and hardened upgraded version.

Therefore, Arthur planned to use 'a smile in front of the stove to ask porridge Kewen'.

However, the scene just now told Arthur that he couldn't do it.

Arthur was sure that if he dared to ask Malinda about Porridge Kewen, Malinda would have to smash the bowl of porridge in his face and ask him about Porridge Kewen again.

Or even further words......

That's blood kewarm.

Arthur didn't want to go through that.

Therefore, he came up with a new set of solutions.

Medium, what is the most important thing?

Is it the charm of words?

Or is it a personal skill with the cooperation of various hidden mechanisms?

Neither!

Yes, improvisation!

Improvisation is the most important quality of a 'spirit medium', and a 'spirit medium' that does not prepare 3 sets of plans is not a qualified 'spirit medium'.

And want to be a good 'medium'?

Prepare at least 5 plans!

At that time, Arthur asked how much plan the old Charlie had prepared after telling this paragraph?

Old Charlie replied with a mysterious expression.

N+1！

At first, Arthur didn't know what N was.

Recently, though, I've been somewhat understanding.

Of course, he can't reach the level of old Charlie, but as an excellent 'spirit medium', there are still 5 sets of standing plans.

As for the 'medium' that requires psychic abilities?

What is the end of the year, and where is this traditional medium?

People, you have to look ahead.

Ahead, it's exciting.

After all, everyone in the back is exposed.

The world is like a huge grass platform.

Everyone and everything has to be seen from the front, because the front looks bright and beautiful, and if you insist on looking at it from the back, you must be mentally prepared.

Because—

The world doesn't let anyone snoop on it.

Little by little, inch by inch, it crushes anyone who snoops on it, until the person whispers the words 'Live, who is not like this' and will let that person go.

If that person utters, 'This is life,' the world will be gentle and kind to that person."

Because, this is a kind person, and he deserves to be treated gently and kindly.

It's a pity that Arthur is not a good man in the traditional sense.

He's a little bit more 'a little bit' sharp.

So, Arthur chose the way he lived: although sometimes, there were moments of 'hardship' for others, but more often, he was happy.

May this joy continue! ’

With a rustic and down-to-earth thought, Arthur's breathing became long again.

At the desk, Malinda continued to work hard.

The sound of the tip of the pen scratching the pages and the sound of long breathing came and went.

The two do not interfere with each other, but cooperate with each other.

Whenever the tip of the pen and the pages of the book are too frequent, the snoring will involuntarily raise its head.

And when there is a pause between the tip of the pen and the page, the snoring stops.

In short, Arthur cooperated with Malinda as much as possible.

Malinda wondered if Arthur had done it on purpose at first, but after two consecutive attempts, she found out that Arthur was really asleep.

'Sleeping, all like this......

What a bad guy! ’

Malinda picked up the box and papers and headed to the hallway.

Arthur opened one eye again, the corners of his mouth curled.

Then, this time I really fell asleep.

The time to fall asleep is very fast.

By the time Arthur opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

Malinda, who had finished the work, sat in a high-backed chair, holding hot tea in one hand and upturned knees in the other, her posture was full of aggression, her blue eyes were staring at Arthur, but her voice was full of tenderness-

"What about your game?

I can't wait. ”

With that, the lady placed the teacup on the table beside her.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders with a smile and said the game directly.

Malinda was stunned when she heard this, and subconsciously asked-

"Are you sure?!"

(End of chapter)