At that mont, Arthur sohow thought that the arena doctor ca as a probe from the Countess of South Los.
He had perford the act of "guiding Lost Souls to the Eternal Rest and releasing an Evil Spirit," and to the Countess, it translated to his desire to resurrect his parents.
Even earlier, the Female Swordmaster had prodded him in roundabout ways.
So, when the arena doctor spoke up, Arthur subconsciously assud it was the sa.
After all, the doctor was indeed the physician for the "Swordsmanship Competition," a veritable person belonging to the Countess.
And the reason for doing so was naturally the Countess's own 'chastisent'.
It could have been because of the South Town matter.
Or possibly due to other affairs within South Los.
However, Arthur quickly realized that wasn't the case.
The doctor's conduct should be of his own accord, irrelevant to the Countess.
Firstly, given the Countess's status and their relationship, she wouldn't 'tolerate' such repetitive admonitions towards him—although this reclusive, Eagle Eye Count was not one to be overly critical, by the sa token, he wasn't a rciful person, either.
Therefore, compared to repeated advice, Lord Count was more adept at expressing his stance through actions.
For example: a bolt of lightning.
Secondly, and most importantly,
The arena doctor had taken off his mask, revealing sandy blond hair, deep dark circles, and... sorrow—sorrow hidden deep in his eyes and face, unmistakable under Arthur's Insight and piercing gaze.
'Did he lose a loved one?
At his age, if it were his parents who had died, although sad, he should have co to terms with it.
So...
It must be his wife or child.'
Arthur thought to himself and continued in a gentle voice—
"The deceased can be resurrected.
But I do not recomnd doing so."
"Why?"
The arena doctor imdiately beca sowhat agitated, but quickly, the doctor realized his impropriety.
"I apologize, Lord Kledos.
I have lost my composure. My na is Lindster; I used to be the doctor at 'Lindster Clinic.'
Now I am..."
The doctor took a step back and apologized, thereafter introducing himself.
But when it ca to the end, he did not know how to describe his current self.
Arthur had heard of Lindster Clinic.
It was a reputable clinic in the Dort District.
Not only because the clinic had a highly skilled Doctor Lindster, but also because the doctor was kind and generous, providing a good deal of free dication to the local workers.
And what made Arthur rember this clinic was a recent newspaper report about Doctor Lindster's wife suffering an accident and tragically perishing.
"I sympathize deeply with what you have gone through.
Nonetheless, I still advise against it, because—
You do not know whom you are truly bringing back."
Arthur said, his face appropriately showing helplessness and sorrow.
Although the Lindster doctor in front of him wasn't a Scout sent by Mother Tigress, Arthur didn't mind reinforcing Mother Tigress's impression of the matter.
As for Mother Tigress being indifferent?
Impossible.
In the short duration of his conversation with Lindster, at least two hidden gazes had scanned the area.
Arthur was certain that after he finished talking to Lindster, the doctor would definitely be interrogated by Mother Tigress's subordinates.
Of course, most likely, they would ensure the doctor's 'mory' suffered a slight discrepancy after the questioning.
To make everything appear more logical and reasonable.
"Uncertain of who I would bring back?"
Doctor Lindster murmured to himself.
"Offer condolences."
Arthur said softly, a look of apology in his eyes. He nodded slightly and then passed by the other side of the doctor.
Outside Elta Square, the carriage driven by Edwin had already been waiting there.
The quarterfinals of the Swordsmanship Competition had ended, but the performances weren't over, as they would continue until late at night. Had he gotten enough sleep, Arthur wouldn't have minded enjoying the subsequent singing and dancing shows or strolling through the rare market that had ford because of the Swordsmanship Competition.
But on the premise of lacking sleep, Arthur just wanted to go back and catch up on his rest.
He opened the carriage door to find it empty inside.
"My lord, there are so matters to handle.
However, she asked to inquire what you would like for breakfast tomorrow?"
Marinda's coachman inquired.
"Mainly egg tarts, as for the rest?
Leave it to Mary to freely match them.
Also, please thank Mary for —she has allowed to once again experience the goodness of this world."
Arthur replied with a smile.
He had tasted Mary the cook's culinary skills more than once, and they were extrely delicious, especially the egg tarts, which Arthur particularly liked.
And faced with such a cook, Arthur certainly wanted to express his gratitude.
It was precisely because of a cook like Mary that the profession was not sullied by those so-called chefs who label themselves after white and red roses.
After making such disgusting food, those two still dared to sell it!
What's most important is, those two never ate the food they made themselves!
They really should be thankful for the public order in South Los.
In other places, such people would undoubtedly be beaten to death.
"I will convey the ssage exactly; Mary will surely be very happy soone praised her culinary skills."
Edwin said as he closed the carriage door for Arthur.
The carriage smoothly made its way to No. 2 Cork Street.
anwhile, outside No. 2 Cork Street, rlin had not left; he was standing at the gate with his companion Gawain, waiting.
The energetic Gawain was sowhat nervous, and upon seeing Arthur step down from the carriage, he beca even more anxious.
"Th-thank you, sir!
I will definitely work hard!"
Though nervous, Gawain still loudly expressed his thanks.
"I look forward to your performance—and now, you need to go ho. I wouldn't want your families to misunderstand sothing because of your late return."
Arthur said with a smile.
"Yes, sir!"
Gawain imdiately nodded.
The kind Arthur completely eased the child's nerves, and he looked forward even more to his work.
rlin was anwhile giving his final report of the day.
"As per your instructions, dinner is still provided by 'Grandma Andor's Kitchen'—tonight's main dish is fried at, potato cakes, seared fish, with peanut butter tomato bisque for the soup, as well as white bread and roasted potatoes."
"Hmm, see you in the morning, rlin."
"See you in the morning, sir."
Arthur watched as rlin and Gawain walked away.
Usually, rlin would finish work much earlier than this.
Besides his specially instructed dinners, a note would generally be left.
Arthur waved goodbye to Edwin and entered No. 2 Cork Street, yawning as he pushed open the door, with Pendragon imdiately jumping out of his arms and walking in.
Kuliqi signaled to Arthur that it preferred to stay in the yard.
As a dignified dog, it didn't want to be ridden by a cat.
Arthur understood and then dragged Kuliqi into the room, placing Pendragon on Kuliqi's head.
Kuliqi, the dog, was shocked.
Pendragon, the cat, was bewildered.
Arthur, hahaha, laughed out loud.
With high spirits, Arthur's appetite was hearty, and he nearly devoured everything on the dinner table in a ferocious manner before finally taking Pendragon to bed.
Until, just before dawn.
When that figure appeared, Arthur's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened one.
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