Upon spotting Potterman, Arthur was instantly on high alert.
Despite so prior groundwork, facing a figure like the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society, being excessively wary and guarded was hardly excessive.
Unexpectedly to Arthur, the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society had only appeared at the crossroads between Dar Alley and Cork Street.
Afterward, he handed an invitation along with a Zeroes to the children of Dar Alley, all the while smiling.
Even if his face was partly concealed by a cap, the upward curve of his mouth could not escape Fujin's eyes.
'Is this an invitation card?' he wondered, a frown forming, eyes filled with confusion.
It was not just the invitation card, but also the man's preceding actions.
The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society tipping soone for running an errand, and even smiling?!
This was unlike any Mystic Side Person Arthur had ever encountered.
Although it was unspoken, when Mystic Side Persons faced ordinary people, they were always aloof, an attitude clearly visible to the naked eye.
Perhaps these Mystic Side Persons could be very generous.
But to receive such generosity, ordinary people had to grovel.
Otherwise?
They would only invite trouble.
This was the first ti Arthur had seen soone from the Mystic Side openly show goodwill towards ordinary people.
'Could he be acting in front of ?' he thought subconsciously as he walked outside.
Outside the door, rlin knew the child with the invitation card; they were deep in conversation—
"Lord Kledos is sleeping and won't be up until noon at the earliest."
"He can sleep until noon?"
The child delivering the invitation was clearly surprised, followed by a thick envy.
"Because the lord has so many matters to attend to that he must work until late at night, perhaps even all night long!"
As a servant employed by Arthur, rlin felt he needed to defend his employer.
He didn't want people to spread the rumor that his lord was a slacker, especially when such talk stemd from his very own playmate.
"Ah!
Working all night long!
That must be so hard!"
The child holding the invitation exclaid, then looked down at the invitation in his hands, sowhat at a loss.
Clearly, it was highly impolite and perturbing to disturb Arthur now, but doing nothing about the Zeroes in hand—especially since the gentleman promised another Zeroes if he brought back a correct ssage—put the child in a predicant.
Luckily, the next mont, Arthur appeared in the courtyard.
"Good morning, sir, did our conversation disturb your rest?" rlin asked, a regretful expression on his face.
The child holding the invitation beca anxious.
This child did not want to be disliked by Arthur.
Because that would make him disliked by all the kids of Dar Alley.
The generous and kind Arthur was the favorite person of these children.
Arthur smiled and waved his hand, explaining.
"Not at all, I haven't gone to sleep yet.
Co, let's see what good news the 'lucky boy' has brought ."
The child holding the invitation imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, and then handed over the invitation.
"A gentleman asked to give this to you, and he said if you're willing, you can tell your response. He will co to later."
"Oh, is that so?"
Arthur lightly touched the invitation with the "Hand of Void," after his "Death Intuition" also gave no alert, he then took this invitation card.
It was written in black ink—
Looking forward to visiting late this evening.
It was a vague statent, but Arthur knew, the other party must have spotted Fujin on the rooftop at No. 2 Cork Street to write this way.
Arthur was not surprised.
Crows during the day were quite conspicuous already.
All the more so for a crow tainted with the "Aroma of Death."
To others, this crow might only be conspicuous.
But to the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society, this kind of "Aroma of Death" must have been strikingly dazzling.
After contemplating for a short while, Arthur gave a precise reply—
"A mont before dawn, I will be waiting for him at No. 2 Cork Street."
"Thank you for your reply, Mr. Kledos."
The child carrying the invitation nodded repeatedly, smiling.
Just as the child was about to leave, Arthur thought for a mont and then asked,
"What's your na?"
"Gawain!"
After the child responded, he bounced happily back to Dar Alley.
Arthur watched him leave, then turned to rlin and said,
"If there are future errands and you need to look after this place and cannot leave, consider hiring Gawain—he's a good kid."
"Thank you for your kindness; Gawain will surely be overjoyed to scream,"
rlin replied with a smile.
For a child of that age, working with peers is truly great.
As for Arthur?
Although he was certain that rlin and his uncle Gaius were not in danger, he still planned to arrange so 'ties' as 'alert lines.'
Not just because they were cost-effective.
But because...
Such instincts were deeply engraved in Arthur's soul.
Changing them would be too difficult.
Moreover, Arthur had no intention of changing them.
Just as he now habitually held Pendragon while sleeping—even if the little cat was reluctant, Arthur would definitely not change.
As for Pendragon?
He definitely showed reluctance before Arthur fell asleep.
However, as soon as Arthur was asleep, Pendragon imdiately snuggled into Arthur's arms.
Kuliqi lying on the corridor clearly saw this scene.
Pendragon imdiately raised his right paw and flicked out his sharp claws.
Kuliqi imdiately turned his head and pretended to be asleep.
Above on the beams, Wuni, who was resting, opened one eye at the scene, emitted a low sneer, then closed his eyes again.
Imdiately, only the prolonged breathing could be heard inside No. 2 Cork Street.
Until noon—
Thud, thud thud!
The forceful knocking broke the silence.
Wuni was the first to open his eyes and, without looking at the door, flew through the skylight to the roof to relieve Fujin from his shift.
Pendragon grumbled unhappily and distanced himself from Arthur.
As for Kuliqi?
He had already started wagging his tail.
Because the one standing outside was Marinda.
Marinda, with lunch in hand.
"There are still two hours left until the quarterfinals of the Swordsmanship Competition—I think I can sleep a bit more!"
Arthur saw the lunch, but still couldn't help complaining.
Not having his daily six hours of sleep made the young 'Spirit dium' feel so dizzy and light that he thought he might drop dead at any mont.
"You can take a nap after eating!"
Marinda said as she walked into No. 2 Cork Street, holding the basket.
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
Even though he was still half-asleep, he sensed sothing amiss at this ti.
When had this woman beco so polite?
She usually entered directly by 'Shuttling' through 'Smoke.'
Arthur imdiately narrowed his eyes and sat directly across from Marinda.
Watching Arthur's reaction, the lady bit her pipe and snorted—
"Amusing yourself at my expense, is that fun?
The great Southern Lost Spirit dium, the contemporary 'Black Cat,' Lord Arthur Kledos!"
She blew out two heavy puffs of smoke, watching as Arthur was enveloped by the smoke and frowned in disgust. The lady did not give up; she blew out two more puffs of smoke until Arthur glared at her, only then did she pleasantly start to speak—
"When did you find out about that place?"
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