They all call me master.

Chapter 880 Fishing III

Words are always sharp.

Especially the words of the psychic, which made people feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Just like the old lion's cub at this time.

Holding the fish, I couldn't put it down, nor could I swallow it.

'Is the fish poisonous?
Is it toxic?
no?
I watched him bake it, but I didn't see any poisoning?'

The old lion cub kept asking himself in his heart, and then naturally fell into an unprecedented dilemma, staring at Arthur in a daze.

Arthur smiled.

Then he tore off a piece of fish and put it directly into his mouth.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous.

Eat it!

Mm, it tastes good.”

Arthur commented on his own craftsmanship.

No one can be a good cook without wanting to be a good psychic.

With the help of the Lannister spice jar, Arthur can be called an excellent chef.

At least, the old lion and his cubs ate voraciously.

When the old lion and his cubs had almost finished eating, Arthur said something quietly.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take the antidote in advance?"

The old lion cub, who was sucking his fingers, was stunned.

The young man stared at Arthur blankly, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

Then Arthur smiled again.

"Just kidding."

As he spoke, Arthur tore off another large piece of fish and handed it to the old lion cub.

The young man took it stupidly and watched Arthur continue to eat the fish. He lowered his head to look at the fish, and the fragrance went straight into his nose.

Involuntarily, the old lion's cub's nose twitched.

'It smells so good!'
I have never eaten such delicious grilled fish!

Is it some secret recipe?'

The old lion's cub looked at Arthur, who seemed to be smiling, then looked at the fish in his hand, and became conflicted again for a moment.

And his stomach was growling.

The piece of fish just now was not enough to satisfy the stomach of the old lion's cub.

On the contrary, that piece of fish completely aroused the hunger of the old lion cub.

If you don't hope, you won't be disappointed.

If you have hope and are disappointed again, you will fall into despair.

At this time, the stomach of the old lion cub is in this state.

The old lion's young brain was also spinning rapidly -

'He ate so much. Even if he took the antidote in advance, would it still be useful?
Besides, there is nothing wrong with my body! '

It looks like thinking.

But the brain is ruled by the stomach.

However, the remaining sanity allowed the old lion cub to check his body again using the family's secret technique. After confirming that there was no problem, he opened his mouth and ate.

This scene made Arthur laugh.

"Hahaha!

The first piece of fish is not poisonous!
The second piece is poisonous!"

Suddenly, the fish that was about to reach his mouth stopped.

There was resentment in the old lion's young cub's eyes as he looked at Arthur.

“Eat, eat.

Just teasing you.

If I really had poisoned the second piece of fish, I wouldn’t have told you when you opened your mouth. I would have waited until you ate it.”

Arthur explained.

"I know."

The old lion cub grumbled.

Then the old lion cub began to devour the food again.

And decided not to listen to what Arthur said anymore.

At this time, the old lion cub had already discovered that the person in front of him was definitely the kind of guy who liked to play tricks on people. He was not a bad person, but sometimes he could make people feel helpless. Inexplicably, the old lion cub thought of the master in the biography.

The court wizard 'Shariko'!
The master really likes to play tricks on people.

On the contrary, his good friend, the Imperial Court Jester 'Harrington', is a very serious person.

Later scholars even believed that the reason why Charicot became Harrington's good friend was because Harrington could take the blame for him.

Of course, more people believe that the reason why Master Harrington was called the court jester was because he made too many fun but flashy props for Charicot.

Hence, he got the title of court jester.

However, the friendship between the two is real and worthy of praise.

After all, not everyone can live and die together.

Thinking deeply of this, the old lion's cubs ate even faster.

At the same time, look at Arthur carefully.

He was terribly afraid of what Arthur would say next.

Whatever you fear will come to you.

After noticing the gaze of the old lion's cub, Arthur said lightly -

"Thank you for letting me watch a good show."

"Ok?"

The old lion's cub was stunned again.

'Watched a good show?
Did he see everything that just happened?
So which side does he represent?
My uncle's? Or those secret forces?
'Raven's Feather'? 'Green Rock Forest'? 'Snake Sect'? 'Theophat Psychic Order'?
Or 'Pale Hand'? '

A lot of information flashed continuously in the young man's mind, and the fish that was at his mouth stopped again involuntarily.

Arthur didn't care about that.

He said.

He roughly knew what the other party was thinking.

So what's left is...

Eat fish!

This was the fish he had caught with great difficulty - it was caught with the concerted efforts of the six [Hands of Nothingness], so of course it could be counted as one he had caught.

Arthur ate happily.

The old lion's cub was a little absent-minded. Even though he was eating with big mouthfuls, he couldn't concentrate on enjoying the food, which made the young man feel extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, the old lion cub always felt that the person in front of him would never let him finish his meal in peace.

So, in the next ten minutes, the old lion cub was in an anxious state of inner waiting and deliciousness blooming on his taste buds.

It's like a spring under stress.

When compressed to the extreme, the spring either breaks or bounces.

The old lion and his cub are the latter.

He took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his greasy palms - one side of the handkerchief was stained with blood.

Only half of it was clean.

The old lion cub used the clean side to wipe his palms.

The movements are standard and elegant.

Even though it was in the wilderness, and even though the handkerchief was not clean, the old lion's young son was able to exude a unique aristocratic temperament at this moment.

The old lion's young son spoke in that aristocratic tone.

“Thank you for your hospitality.

Although I don’t know where you are from, I will always remember the meal you gave me.

Of course, please accept this as well.

It will be a witness between us.”

The old lion's cub once again handed over the golden ring.

And, it gives this gold ring a unique definition.

Keepsake!

A token of decision.

As one of the heirs of the Grand Duke of Neiwan, the young son of the old lion believed that he would be able to help the man in front of him in the future.

It is this confidence that helps the old lion and his cub calm down their anxiety.

Arthur looked at the old lion cub who was in great condition at the moment, and said softly with a smile:

"Your crotch is rotten."

(End of this chapter)