They all call me master.

Chapter 16 Leisure is at lunch (please read~please support~)

Fontel and Wiggins left 2 Kirk Street.

There were 20 more golden tickets on the table in the medium's hall, as well as a seemingly unlimited promise.

Of course, Arthur just put the money in his wallet.

And that promise?
He will not take it seriously.

Maybe if he encounters a little trouble, Wiggins is very happy to help him solve it, but when it comes to real life-threatening trouble, it's better if the other party doesn't betray him.

Even if some minor troubles are dealt with too much, the other party will complain.

As for the fear now?
That will pass with time. I am scared to death now, what about a month later?What about half a year later?What about a year from now?
Humans are forgetful creatures.

This is what happens when you face your fear.

This is even more true when it comes to gratitude.

If you don't know it and think you need to be thanked, you will be in bad luck, and you may even be scalped, and then that day will become a festival for scalpers.

Arthur knew this.

Therefore, he will not take it seriously, he will only use interests to establish a closer relationship with Wiggins.

Simply put, everyone gets what they need.

'If only there was such a thing as a contract! '

Arthur sighed in his heart.

For Arthur, there is no need for a so-called slave contract, just a simple team contract of mutual trust is a good choice.

Thinking in his heart, Arthur sent Scott to the door with a smile on his face.

Unlike Vonter and Wiggins, Scott can be considered a friend - a friend that Arthur relies on very much at this stage.

After all, most of the XP he obtains requires the help of the other party.

"The first and second of the three supplements will be sent out this afternoon and evening, and the third will be sent out tomorrow morning. I can't wait to see everyone's reaction!"

Scott said with excitement.

"I believe that if it is mentioned in ten or twenty years, it will be talked about by the people of South Los Angeles. Everyone will know me, 'Psychic Medium' Arthur Kratos, and will remember you. Scott the great reporter.”

Arthur said very seriously.

And this seriousness infected Scott.

The young reporter clenched his fist excitedly and assured Arthur.

Arthur smiled and warned.

"Remember, at night."

"Leave everything to me!"

The young reporter nodded vigorously, assured Arthur, and ran towards Simok Avenue, where it would be better to call a carriage.

Arthur watched the other person's back completely disappear before closing the door.

He is also ready to go out.

He is going to have lunch.

After Doculer's malicious visit, revealing the identity of Sheriff Lauck as the "Axe Murderer", the discussion with Scott about the supplement, and the side stories of Vonter and Wiggins, it was already lunch time.

He believed that Malinda Julius Caesar would never choose the time when she asked the coachman to deliver the real thank-you gift during lunch.

Carrying the psychic box and wearing a top hat, Arthur walked along Kirk Street toward West Merck Avenue.

In the memory of the predecessor, several good restaurants have recently opened on West Merck Avenue. I heard that they are all chefs from the inner bay. Maybe the food in them can meet the requirements for obtaining XP.

The original Kirk Street was 600 meters long during the Empire. However, as the Empire faded into its past glory and after the Seven Years' War, Kirk Street was less than 200 meters long and was occupied by Dal Lane and West Mock Avenue is sandwiched in the middle, but it is still the first choice for the middle class in South Los Angeles.

Not only because it is close to the bustling West Merck Avenue, but also because the road is easy to walk.

The empire had put a lot of effort into roads back then. Although the curbs had become uneven over time, and there were gaps in many places, even this was more dusty than most sunny days and muddy on rainy days. The roads are much better.

In fact, the reason why West Merck Avenue appears here is because it occupied most of the original Kirk Street.

Arthur stood on tiptoes and stepped through the gaps filled with rainwater. Without stopping, his eyes were attracted by a two-wheeled dining car with a canopy.

Not only because the awning of this food truck is painted with red and white stripes, which is particularly conspicuous in the overall dark tone of the street, but also because this food truck did not exist at this location in the memory of its predecessor.

'Recently opened? '

'Nice location to pick! '

'It should taste good too! '

Smelling the rich smell of meat, Arthur praised from the bottom of his heart.

The food truck in front of us is parked where Kirk Street is about to enter West Merck Avenue. People who are going from Kirk Street to West Merck Avenue or people walking on West Merck Avenue will notice this food truck. The rich smell of fried meat is the best guide.

Arthur stood still in front of the dining car and looked at the small blackboard standing in front of the dining car——

Eivor’s mobile food stall (derived from ancestral craftsmanship)

Fried pork (3 cents)

Fried fish (2 pesos) and grilled pineapple (5 pesos)

Special offer 1: Marmite sandwich (6 pesos/piece)
Special Offer 2: Cupcakes (8 cents/piece)
Special offer 3: Orange juice (1 Soo/cup, 1 Soo deposit for cup)

……

The price is prohibitive for most civilians, but compared to the consumption in the restaurants on West Merck Avenue, it is extremely cheap, and this is destined to ensure that the business here will not be bad in the future.

Arthur looked at the boss here curiously,

A fat man wearing clean chef uniforms, smiling and looking friendly, greeted Arthur immediately after seeing his eyes.

"Guest, do you need anything?"

“When new stores open, all discounts are [-]% off!”

Arthur glanced at the fried meat, fried fish, grilled pineapple, Marmite sandwich, cupcakes and orange juice, and without any nonsense, he took out 2 cables.

"The same one."

Not greedy.

Just wanted to taste it.

Just like trying a small dessert before a main meal.

It is true that he inherited the memory of his predecessor, but the pictures in his memory cannot bring a real taste.

That ethereal experience can never compare to the feeling of real food in your mouth.

What's more, in the past, in order to maintain the mystery of the 'psychic medium', Old Charlie only went out to eat a handful of times. The food at Kratos's house was basically made by Old Charlie.

I am very curious about the delicious food outside.

Arthur, too.

Eivor looked at the two ropes handed to him, his smile became even brighter, and his eyes were squeezed until there was only a slit left.

He also didn’t expect that he would get off to a good start on the first day he set out at the stall.

After taking the money, the fat boss immediately started preparing for Arthur.

The fried fish and meat are all freshly baked, the grilled pineapple is smeared with a layer of syrup, the Marmite sandwich is the largest, the cupcakes are filled with frosting and have no edges, and there are two glasses of orange juice.

“This is given for free!”

The fat boss pointed at one of the orange juices in the wooden cups and said with a smile.

"Thank you."

Arthur thanked him and stood at the side of the stall, preparing to finish all these before going to Simok Avenue. After all, the wooden cups were not free and required a deposit.

Moreover, carrying this food into the restaurant would cause unnecessary trouble, and Arthur didn't want to be mistaken for causing trouble.

As for whether you can eat more after eating these?

The physique that is 1.6 times that of ordinary people brings not only strength and speed, but also an excellent intestines and stomach.

Arthur thought he had no problem.

However, the moment he put the cupcake that attracted him the most into his mouth, Arthur's expression changed.

sweet!
It is too sweet!
It’s so scary!

Almost subconsciously, Arthur was about to spit out the cupcake he had eaten in his mouth, but the habit he had developed for a long time made him swallow the food in his mouth.

Then, he drank the orange juice calmly.

acid!
Scalp-numbing acid!

My teeth are going to be sore!

Fortunately, Arthur had just eaten something sweet enough, and the rich sour taste began to neutralize the sweet taste. Otherwise, his facial features would be distorted at this time.

"Take, pack!"

Arthur pointed at the remaining food, took out 1 change and put it on the food stall, his voice was unclear, and his eyes showed a rare confusion that doubted life.

It was only when he carried the food packed by the fat boss and walked to Simok Avenue, bathing in the sun, that Arthur came back to his senses.

With lingering fear, he glanced back at the fat boss who waved goodbye to him, turned his head numbly, and walked quickly.

When he confirmed that the fat boss could not see him, Arthur put all the food in his hand and the wooden cup containing orange juice into the hands of a beggar on the roadside.

Without waiting for the beggar to say thanks, Arthur, who knew that he was just trying not to waste food and was not worthy of the beggar's thanks, had already walked quickly to the restaurant nearby.

After tasting the cupcakes and orange juice, Arthur wisely chose not to taste other foods, even though they seemed normal.

'Eivor's ancestral craftsmanship is truly terrifying! '

'Wish it was normal here! '

Arthur was thinking in his heart, looking at the expensive-looking restaurant in front of him that was decorated with flowers. It was also one of the newly opened restaurants in his predecessor's memory. Today's chef's menu was displayed on a blackboard below -

White Rose Restaurant welcomes you!

Today’s chef recommendation: Haggis!

(End of this chapter)