"Food!"
Arthur said so.
The young 'Spirit dium' spoke while stepping back to stand beside Marinda, revealing a smile, "Food is important at any ti.
Many tis, it's a matter of life and death.
So...
I hope to receive such an important reward from you!"
Arthur's voice wasn't deliberately raised.
But as Acker approached Arthur, every reporter around widened their eyes and perked up their ears.
The reporters were all too familiar with Arthur.
Why did the 'Horn Report' sales skyrocket in such a short ti?
Wasn't it because they continuously reported on the present 'Spirit dium', Arthur Kredos?
Even so secret interviews managed to push the sales of the 'Horn Report', which was only slightly better than a tabloid, close to that of the 'South Los Daily'!
You must understand, that's the 'South Los Daily'!
South Los's number one newspaper in sales!
Moreover, they heard that Scott, who was originally just an ordinary reporter, was promoted to the chief editor of the 'Horn Report' because of this!
Chief editor, no less!
Which of these ordinary reporters wouldn't be envious?
Now they had the chance, so naturally, they clung onto it tightly.
When Acker spoke, the reporters' attention imdiately heightened to an unprecedented level.
They guessed that Acker would express gratitude.
But they were more eager for Arthur's reply.
Would he be noncommittal?
Or would he show false modesty?
If it was the forr, they would write that the 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos had beco unbearably arrogant after winning the 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition', and that he looked down on everyone.
If it was the latter, they would write that the 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos had beco incredibly fake after winning the 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition', and that he needed to use so minor tricks to maintain his reputation.
As for the truth?
Who knows?
Or rather...
Who cares?
Didn't they just write what everyone loved to read?
What was wrong with that?
As for the pursuit of 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos?
They could simply apologize if it ca down to it.
By then, they would have gained both fa and fortune. What's the big deal about apologizing?
Of course, they had heard so rumors about 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos.
But they considered those to be just rumors.
After all, it could have been just one of those young reporter Scott's 'little tricks'.
Just like what they were doing now.
But when Arthur spoke, all the reporters were stunned.
A al?
Could a al be considered a token of thanks?
You have to understand, that was a life-saving grace!
Although they also acknowledged the importance of food, to return a life-saving favor—no, saving the whole family's favor—with just a al, wasn't that too childish?
Many reporters filled with anticipation felt disappointed.
And upon their disappointnt, so reporters started to think quickly.
Their gazes turned toward Alma.
Then, they looked at Arthur and Marinda.
Especially Marinda.
It was rumored that the 'Lady of the Long Night' appeared to be pregnant. Surely, 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos must be feeling lonely, right?
Otherwise, why would he appear in a place like Old Town, where he ordinarily should not be found?
It must have been for Alma!
Perhaps 'Spirit dium' Arthur Kredos had known Alma for a long ti!
After all, Alvin was apprenticing at the bakery on Cork Street!
In just that short span of ti, these reporters had already grasped the situation of Acker's family—giving a few Zeroes to the neighbors around could get you to know a lot more than an ordinary person would.
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Even language can be used to guide events, turning re rumors into perceived truths.
This thod is proven to work ti after ti!
These journalists, eyeing Alma's delicate features, had already made up their minds to spread their narratives around.
Marinda's brows furrowed slightly.
This lady only needed a glance to know what these fellows were up to.
After all, she had personally experienced their 'persecution'.
Otherwise, Anna wouldn't have had to take refuge in Inner Bay.
Thus, having learned her lesson, this lady had prepared well in advance—
Suddenly, a group of burly n with agile figures and fierce faces burst out from a corner, quickly dragging the journalists into an alley.
The sound of punches and kicks followed imdiately.
Loud screams broke out but quickly turned into whimpers.
Clearly, their mouths had been gagged.
The entrance to the alley was also blocked off.
Two intimidating brutes stood guard facing outwards.
However, when they looked at Marinda, they simultaneously bowed deeply in respect.
And Marinda?
She gestured to her subordinates guarding the alleyway with a raise of her hand.
Imdiately, the two brutes nodded.
Afterward, one continued to stand guard while the other pulled out a dagger from his back waist, walking into the alley with a sinister grin.
Many people witnessed this scene.
Especially the police officer Malz, as well as Dico, Andy, Looney, Simon, and the twenty-six patrol officers.
They all saw it.
So...
Dico pulled out a cigarette and offered it to the brute at the entrance of the alley.
The brute chuckled and took out a match, lighting Dico's cigarette for him.
As they puffed clouds of smoke, Dico occasionally glanced into the alley.
Not out of genuine concern for those guys, but because a dead body would be troubleso to deal with.
After all, there were outsiders present.
Rechelier, considering himself an 'outsider,' imdiately declared his stance—
"Lord Kledos, do you need to send soone to caution them?"
Rechelier, still not completely sober from the alcohol, hadn't fully grasped the situation, but this Police Chief of Old Town knew what he was supposed to do.
Idealised by the journalists, he desired that recognition.
But the goodwill of Lord Arthur Kredos was far more important.
Arthur smiled and waved his hand dismissively.
"No need, they are rely temporarily blinded by fa and gain."
While saying this, Arthur continuously cast "Minor Curse Technique".
Blinded by fa and gain, Arthur understood.
But that didn't an he chose to forgive them.
If punishnt did not co swiftly, it would only embolden such individuals, and in the end, even tragedy might ensue.
Arthur, kind-hearted, could not tolerate this.
Therefore, the punishnt had to be intensified.
"Your leniency is truly admirable!"
Rechelier exclaid with admiration.
This ti, the Police Chief of Old Town ant his praise sincerely.
He knew he could never be as magnanimous as Arthur.
Had he been in a similar situation, he would have taught those scoundrels a thorough lesson.
Arthur smiled benignly once again.
Then, the gaze of the young 'Spirit dium' shifted warmly to Acker's family.
Alvin and Alma were not frightened by the abrupt turn of events.
Alvin's experiences over the past year as a bakery apprentice enabled him to understand certain realities of their world.
And Alma?
Beyond her innate intelligence, she also had a preconceived affinity for Arthur and Marinda.
The young girl tugged gently at Acker's sleeve and whispered—
"Father, shall we start preparing dinner?"
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