They all call me master.

Chapter 24 The Stinky Smell (please read~please support~)

Early morning, bathroom.

After Arthur washed his hands for the fourth time, he still felt that his hands had a stink that penetrated into his soul. He suspected that he had squeezed out the toad's urine in his sleep.

'The Siudik that the toad came for must be the malicious employer from the night before! '

'What's interesting is that Siudik claimed to have deceived them, and the toad claimed that he was not them... These extraordinary beings who are far away from ordinary people seem to have a hostile relationship with them, or is it a more complicated relationship? '

'What is the mysterious side like? '

'And this smell, shouldn't it stay in the dream?Why were you brought out? '

Arthur stood in front of the sink and couldn't help but think.

After squeezing the toad to death, he returned to the bed in the bedroom on the third basement floor of No. 2 Kirk Street. Nothing unexpected happened during the whole process. He just fell into a trance and came back.

It was like waking up from a dream.

Of course, the dream was not a good dream.

If I had to say it, it would be a nightmare.

If possible, Arthur doesn't want to have such nightmares again, so he hopes to know more information about the mysterious side.

It's a pity that he knows nothing except 'them'.

And the two insiders were also killed by him.

However, even if the two insiders were alive, it would be impossible to get any useful information based on their relationship.

Even if he was told some news, Arthur would not believe it.

Because, that is probably a trap, a trap with no place to die.

'It would be great if there was a nice mysterious person willing to talk! '

'Or it may be a gathering place for similar mysterious people. It would be better to find out more information! '

'There should be, right? '

'It's just hidden in a location that ordinary people can't know! '

Arthur couldn't help but think.

Subconsciously, he crossed his chest with one hand, rested the elbow of the other hand on the back of this hand, and gently tapped his temple with his index finger.

This was Arthur's subconscious habit when he thought.

Doing this usually helps him think.

Now?

He smelled the stench again.

Arthur frowned, turned on the faucet again, and picked up the soap - different from the soft soap made by ordinary families who collect fats, oils, and plant ash retained during cooking or exchanged in slaughterhouses, Arthur used It is a more advanced white soap made from olive oil.

In terms of effect, according to the memory of the predecessor, Arthur thinks it is about the same, but after adding coconut oil, the fragrance is better and longer lasting.

However, the smell that Arthur could smell at the moment was a drop in the bucket.

I washed it three times in a row, but the smell was still there, as if there was mushy food on the bottom of the pot. After washing it several times, it was finally clean, but the mushy smell was still there.

But Arthur had to walk to the lobby on the first floor.

The time has come to 06:30, and it is the time for apprentices from various shops to deliver food and groceries. If they are not picked up in time, those apprentices will wrap them in oil paper and put them in front of the door. The next time they come, the owner of the house will Will tip double.

If not?

The reputation of the house owner will be greatly affected.

Not only are you unable to enjoy the convenience of monthly and quarterly settlements, but you also lose any discounts. In addition, your own career will be affected by a bad reputation.

Therefore, all the middle-class residents of Kirk Street are 'happy' to tip.

After all, it's only 1 cent, isn't it?

And, it’s not like this every day.

Most families only make a purchase every 2-3 days, and the reason why apprentices have to deliver goods every day is just that the owners of each store stagger this time.

However, each apprentice is also happy to do so.

You know, this is one of their few, or even their only, incomes during their apprenticeship.

Under normal circumstances, the shop owner will take turns letting the apprentices take charge. Occasionally, a boss who is biased will ask one of his apprentices to deliver the goods twice more.

Just like the bakery apprentice Arthur met yesterday, he was also delivering bread today.

"Good morning, Sir!"

"Good morning……"

"Alvin, my name is Alvin."

Without any further explanation, the clever bakery apprentice told Arthur his name.

"Good morning, Alvin."

Arthur smiled and took out 1 change, but his heart was trembling.

He smelled a stink, but there was nothing strange about Alvin in front of him.

Obviously, if it weren't for the smell, he could only smell it.

Or maybe what happened last night was related to the other party.

Thinking in his heart, Arthur handed out the coins and observed the other party calmly.

"Thank you for your generosity. I have to deliver to other homes. See you the day after tomorrow, sir!"

Just like yesterday, I was as happy as I was yesterday, and I wasn’t upset because I was given less than 1 zero, and my back was still full of energy.

Arthur stared at the other person's back, his eyes narrowed slightly.

'Alvin should really not be able to smell the stink. What happened last night...should have nothing to do with him. '

Alvin's expression was normal and his body did not appear to be damaged, but Arthur was not completely reassured.After encountering something strange last night, Arthur's vigilance had already reached its highest level.

In fact, when he woke up from that nightmare, Arthur not only checked Kirk 2, but also the surrounding area.

However, nothing was found.

Although he has never been in contact with the mysterious side, and most of the things about the mysterious side in his predecessor's memory are rumors, there is one thing that Arthur is sure of.

That is--

Only with contact can things happen!

It’s impossible to appear out of thin air!
If he could really ignore the rules and pull him into a nightmare, in Arthur's understanding, it would not be simply extraordinary, but in the category of gods.

Facing this kind of power, there was no way he could resist.

Not to mention, the other party was crushed to death by him.

Therefore, there must be contact.

And from yesterday to today, there are only a few people who have come into contact with him.

The most questionable among them are naturally the Lady Caesar and the beggar.

Needless to say, Ms. Caesar was the one who most alarmed Arthur.

As for the beggar?
Ruo Ruo Ruo's uneasiness always made him concerned.

But the remaining people were also suspected by Arthur.

He can only use stupid methods to eliminate it at a later time.

This is undoubtedly a big project.

Moreover, the mysterious side itself has too many powers that he doesn't understand.

For example: the toad that seemed to have been crushed to death by him, Arthur was not sure whether it was really dead, or injured, or replaced by some kind of prop.

Another example: Now it seems that only he can smell the stench.

Moreover, through such a stench, Arthur also thought of something——

Isn't this smell something like a mark?

If so, will this flavor attract more people?

This made Arthur feel urgent.

But such urgency did not hinder Arthur's planned plan at all: to increase his own strength!
Because he knows that only by becoming strong can he be able to cope with all accidents.

Therefore, Arthur is now looking forward to what sword skills he can acquire in the 'Sword Skill Club'.

However, before that, Arthur turned and entered the kitchen.

'People are iron rice is steel. '

Arthur has always regarded the proverb from his hometown as a standard.

There are no complicated processes, just the simplest and most convenient milk, fried eggs, and bread.

Resisting the residual nauseating taste, Arthur finished his breakfast. Fortunately, the sound of 'outside, outside' came into his ears from time to time, giving him a little bit of comfort.

[You have appeared in the newspaper again. People are curious about your growth and life. Your autobiography has attracted quite a few people to read; XP+10]

[The drama of 'The Revenge of the Evil Spirit' surprised the people of Nanlos, and they will definitely talk about it in the coming days. You once again gained fame: XP+10]

……

20 XP points arrive!

This time Arthur did not add points immediately. After [Basic Swordsmanship] was upgraded to the top level of Lv5, there was no way to add points.

As for the remaining auxiliary skills, although Arthur also has some ideas, he still wants to try his luck in the 'Swordsmanship Club'.

If you can learn more advanced sword skills, these 20 XP points are the best way to advance.

It's not that Arthur doesn't have confidence in his talent.

On the contrary, Arthur has considerable confidence in his talent.

Isn't it his talent to [Eat All Things]?
[Basic Swordsmanship] can be improved to the highest level in one day, isn't it just relying on his talent and hard work?

Especially the latter is the top priority.

When someone asks him about it in the future, he can justifiably say: I rely entirely on my own efforts!

'With continuous reports, my name should be known to some people in South Los Angeles. As time goes by, more XP should be received in the future! '

Arthur was certain of this.

Literacy is a minority in South Los Angeles.

Those who knew his name yesterday and today were all literate.

Those who are illiterate can only learn his name from the mouths of literate people through time. This process must be extremely slow, but it is better than lasting.

Arthur has foreseen that he will receive 'XP+1' prompts from time to time for a long time in the future.

'How about hiring a bard to spread my reputation? '

The moment this idea appeared, Arthur shook his head and rejected it.

He had just started, so he was doing this too deliberately, and it would be bad if he was caught.

In the future, when the opportunity matures, I must use the bard to harvest a wave of XP!

While thinking about it, Arthur put on his coat, picked up the psychic box that had just put two more bundles of explosives in the secret compartment, and went out - this did not take up more space in the psychic box. Old Charlie was designing the psychic medium. When putting it in the box, enough space was deliberately left.

The addition of these two bundles of explosives made Arthur feel relieved.

However, the moment he went out, Arthur suddenly thought of something.

(End of this chapter)