"How is that possible?"
"Shouldn't it be my uncles or my deceased father?"
"Why would it be my grandfather?"
Arthur's head buzzed as if he had seen a hundred thousand alpacas stampeding past him, with the leading one even spitting at him.
It's not that Arthur lacks experience, it's just that Old Charlie played too fancifully.
How old is Old Charlie this year?
72!
How old is Ms. Camille this year?
41.
Ms. Camille's age is no secret, as many suitors know it, and likewise, Linda's age is well-known to everyone—16 years old.
That is to say, 17 years ago, the 24-year-old Ms. Camille t the 55-year-old Old Charlie, which resulted in the now 16-year-old Linda.
And that's a conservative estimate.
After all, what if the two had t even earlier?
Thinking about this, even Arthur, who possessed a Level 5 "Bluff," almost couldn't keep his composure at that mont; his hanging pinky fingers uncontrollably trembled.
However, he soon returned to normal.
He took a deep breath—
Whew!
"That's really surprising."
This is how Arthur said it, but his tone was indifferent, and his facial expression was as calm as ever, as if just to match Camille's use of the word 'surprising,' he seed to not care at all.
Seeing Arthur's deanor, Camille couldn't help but laugh.
"Even when faced with monuntal news, you remain indifferent and calm, Arthur, you are just like your grandfather—truly, you are the real inheritor of the Kledos Family 'Spirit dium' bloodline."
Arthur: …
Hey, auntie, wake up.
There is no 'Spirit dium' bloodline in the Kledos family.
It's all just swindler's tricks.
Having the mories of his previous life, Arthur naturally knew everything.
But what could he say?
Should he say his grandfather was a conman?
Impossible!
Once said, not only would Old Charlie be in a pitiful scrap, but he would also find himself in a massive passive position—considering he needed the 'Spirit dium' identity to gain XP.
Moreover, the 'Spirit dium' identity was too convenient for dealing with certain matters.
Therefore, at this mont, Arthur could only remain silent.
And this silence made Camille's smile grow even wider.
"Do you still adhere to the 'Secrecy' principle?
However, such pretense will one day be discovered—didn't the original Charlie almost blow his cover?
If it hadn't been for my help, Charlie would certainly have been severely beaten!"
Seemingly rembering sothing amusing, Ms. Camille's smile beca even more radiant.
At this mont, this lady was no longer the strong independent woman known by the people of South Los, but rather like a naive young girl.
The kind with a bit of a romantic mindset, no less.
Arthur wanted to rub his increasingly throbbing temples.
He was certain that his grandfather's "Bluff" level was definitely higher than Lv5, and he was extrely skilled at thinking on his feet; otherwise, how could he have managed to weave through Camille's suspicions at the critical mont, and even invent the so-called 'Secrecy' principle?
What, did he think he was a vampire from the Mystery Party?
During such tis, Arthur kept complaining internally, but he dared not utter a word.
The more you say, the more mistakes you make.
Silence is golden.
Let grandfather's love life be his own concern.
He?
He's just an innocent bystander!
Just happily enjoy the spectacle!
"Please don't bla your grandfather?
It was all my fault!
Back then, I ran away from ho because I wasn't happy with the marriage arrangent my parents had set up, and if it hadn't been for your grandfather, I would have been sold to a brothel long ago.
He saved , and he was the one who taught how to survive out there.
Later, my family tried to stop , but I knew that if I didn't do this, I would definitely regret it!"
Ms. Camille said, lowering her head slightly.
Here it cos! Here it cos!
The classic hero saving the beauty and fighting against the world for love!
The forr gains a lot of favor, the latter makes the rescued believe that the more people try to stop her, the more persistent she becos, the more she believes she has found true love!
Arthur was already too weary to complain.
He coughed lightly, interrupting Ms. Camille's reminiscing.
"Shall we talk about that armchair?"
Arthur wanted to change the subject, and Ms. Camille could naturally tell.
However, the lady was not annoyed.
Instead, she seed sowhat relieved.
Because Arthur had not objected.
For her, that was the best news.
"That chair is from the 'Haite Furniture Store,' initially just to make more comfortable while working.
But then I found that comfort during work distracted .
Moreover, each ti I saw it, I felt uncomfortable, so, I moved it out of the office and into the small hall—I originally wanted to find Charlie to take a look, but unfortunately, he seed to be handling a tricky situation at the ti.
Charlie, has he finished it?"
As she talked about the relevant matters, the lady couldn't help asking about Old Charlie's recent situation.
"Grandfather went to Barny; there are so issues he needed to handle there."
Arthur honestly replied.
"Barny?"
Ms. Camille's brow furrowed slightly, her expression serious, as if Arthur had ntioned an extraordinary place.
"Regarding that chair, you could ask Oer, he will tell you everything, I need to step away."
The lady said and then left.
Her steps were quick.
It seed she was still a bit angry and resentful.
No way! No way!
It couldn't be what I am thinking, could it?
My grandfather is actually a playboy!
Arthur watched Ms. Camille's departing figure, completely stunned—he realized he had underestimated his grandfather.
Even "spirited in old age" was not enough to describe him.
And...
What's with that charm?
"To so extent, even the Old Lion's 'Lion Group' can't compare to Grandfather's charm!"
Arthur couldn't help but lant.
Then, he began silently praying for his grandfather.
He hoped Ms. Camille was rational enough not to go directly to Barny to settle accounts with Grandfather.
As he thought about it, the corners of Arthur's mouth couldn't help but lift up.
It definitely wasn't schadenfreude!
It was just a polite smile.
"Mr. Kledos, what happened to make you so happy?"
The approaching old butler asked.
"Nothing!"
"Excuse , what do you know about 'Haite Furniture Store'?"
Arthur shook his head, he certainly couldn't tell the old butler that he was anticipating his grandfather's romantic entanglent escalating into a confrontation.
He, a re young and innocent 'Spirit dium,' what bad thoughts could he have?
"'Haite Furniture Store' appeared in South Los ten years ago, with its first store in Dort District. The owner Haite was a skilled carpenter with an active mind, always able to create eye-catching furniture, so, in just three years, the owner bought property and stores in Shire District.
The 'Haite Furniture Store' on Garden Street was deeply beloved by everyone.
Moreover, after Haite moved to Garden Street, he beca even more devoted to perfecting his craft, and the cycles for custom furniture grew increasingly longer."
The butler said sternly, his gaze cold.
If it hadn't been for the 'chair' incident, Mr. Haite would certainly have been admirable, but after the incident, everything turned sour.
Thinking that there were still so 'Haite Furniture Store' items within the villa, the butler grew anxious.
Arthur saw this and imdiately signaled that he could leave—his business partner had been waiting nearby for quite a while, and at the ntion of 'Haite Furniture Store,' his partner had a strange expression flash across his face.
"'Haite Furniture Store' belongs to that guy Rum."
Maltz said, lowering his voice as he ca over.
Rum, the Police Chief of Dort District, a guy with a bad reputation.
As one of the beneficiaries of the 'Sheriff' system, Rum originally ca from a gang and then, through money, power, and opportunities, transford himself into the then 'Sheriff' of Dort District, followed by the Police Chief.
Arthur and Maltz didn't care about this.
But both knew—
their opportunity had arrived!
The two partners looked at each other, both seeing a hint of amusent in each other's eyes. Arthur even whispered with a laugh.
"We should be even more careful then, but before that, I think we should now go and do so real work—like retrieving the props from No. 44 White Bird Street!
You know, I left this morning for these."
A look of resignation appeared on Arthur's face, as if he was sharing his troubles with a good friend.
Maltz understood imdiately, the ho of Elron, that Painter apprentice, must have had props exceedingly apt for 'judging' that Rum guy.
And after only brief consideration, the Police Chief's eyes lit up.
He knew what it was.
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