Acker, sitting there, did not respond.
He did not even et Arthur's gaze.
Sitting there, he was just like any ordinary middle-aged man from Old Town, not only ill at ease but also slightly anxious.
Arthur did not ask directly.
Because there was no need!
It was not just that he had already given two obvious hints—
The first was "sincere gratitude."
The second was "opening a store for Alvin on West Mok Avenue."
Arthur believed Acker had understood.
Arthur believed even more that Acker would not refuse.
Because he was the father of Alvin and Alma.
And because Acker had promised his wife, Lady Bana.
As for why did Arthur value Acker?
Apart from being talented himself, naturally, it was because of the journey to Inner Bay.
He was returning to the family of his mother.
With the "Blood Mark," he possessed a true identity!
And this identity ant that the Golden Lion Family would not co openly.
But in the shadows?
Who could guarantee?
Moreover, considering the encounter of Alvis Hamlet, who went by the alias Dorn, so people in the Golden Lion Family did not mind playing dirty.
Of course, the most important was that the Old Lion had the famous "Blood Shadow's Thorn" by his side!
How could Arthur not be cautious!
Even the snakes in the bushes must be wary of the daggers in the shadows!
And what is better at understanding an assassin than another assassin?
Naturally, it's an assassin from the sa school.
"Blood Shadow's Thorn" ca from "Assassin. Bloodflow."
The Acker in front of him was also from "Assassin. Bloodflow."
Therefore, Acker was the best companion for Arthur's journey to Inner Bay.
And other than these reasons?
Of course, it was about making an impact!
The Old Lion had people from "Assassin. Bloodflow" by his side.
He also had people from "Assassin. Bloodflow" by his side.
Others would subconsciously compare him to the Old Lion.
This ntality was what Arthur needed.
If it were not for the lack of ti, Arthur would have loved to completely clone the people around the Old Lion, making everyone equate him with the Old Lion.
Only in this way, could he better take over his family.
And because of this, Arthur had gone through great efforts to recruit him.
Now that most of it was completed, Arthur felt a slight relief in his heart.
So, the ti that followed was really just about dining.
Arthur particularly liked the pickled radish skins.
They were not only crunchy but also had an indescribable sour and spicy taste, sowhat stimulating but appetizing.
Paired with the soft and sticky at porridge, it truly felt like a perfect match.
Marinda also expressed her approval for this.
When Arthur picked up his fifth bowl, the lady had drunk two bowls.
Alma was greatly surprised by Arthur's appetite.
You see, their bowls were literally big sea bowls, two sizes larger than a human face, ordinary people would be full with just one bowl, even a big eater would have only two bowls, and more importantly, even a big eater would need to rest after taking a sip, right? How could soone like Lord Kledos drink five bowls in one breath?
But, Alma did not mind.
The girl was actually very happy.
Alma simply thought this was Arthur being unpretentious, showing no airs, and genuinely enjoying her cooking.
Also, Alma now understood why her brother had just instructed her to use the biggest pot and definitely make extra.
As the bread delivery man of No. 2 Cork Street, Alvin understood Arthur's appetite very well.
But when Arthur picked up his seventh bowl, Alvin couldn't sit still anymore.
Because...
The at porridge in the pot was almost gone.
In that mont, the young bread apprentice wanted to go buy so Food.
Although their family was poor, they would not let their guests go hungry, especially a guest who had saved their family.
However, he was stopped by Acker.
"You keep company with Lord Kledos, I'll go buy it," said Acker.
Alvin did not refuse, he could see his father's embarrassnt in front of strangers.
"Alright, please be careful," Alvin advised.
Acker nodded, then smiled at Arthur and Marinda before heading towards the door.
This retired assassin needed a little ti to seriously think things over.
And going out to buy Food was just right.
Of course, regarding what exactly Spirit dium Arthur liked to eat, Acker was well aware—after all, not long ago, Eivor had praised the Spirit dium's culinary skills to the skies.
If that was the case...
He would go a bit farther then.
Acker quickened his pace.
Arthur, sitting in the room, inexplicably felt a sense of foreboding.
"What's wrong?"
Marinda sharply noticed Arthur's sudden pause.
Although it was fleeting, she captured it.
Of course, Arthur couldn't possibly admit to his unsettling premonition.
The young 'Spirit dium' set down his large bowl and gazed affectionately at Marinda—
"Can you cook porridge for in the morning?"
His gentle voice made Marinda's skin crawl, almost causing her to spit out the porridge she had just swallowed.
However, the lady guessed why Arthur had done this.
Alma!
This girl had been sneaking glances at Arthur since the beginning.
Others hadn't noticed.
But Marinda did.
How could a girl in the throes of first love resist a hero-saving-beauty scene, especially when the man was handso, graceful, and had an amiable deanor?
If it weren't for her knowing this rogue's true nature, she would have been enchanted by him.
So, Marinda was not surprised.
What truly surprised Marinda was Arthur's attitude toward this situation.
The proactive avoidance and his candid reminder to the other party.
This made Marinda appreciate him.
'This rogue, he's actually not too bad,' Marinda thought to herself.
You see, the other n of South Los in such a situation would likely 'not let it go.'
After all, those n were 'so unattractive it's deadly.'
Moreover, Alma was not unattractive.
In fact, she could be considered beautiful.
Mysteriously pleased, Marinda nodded—
"Yes, I will.
As long as you want to drink it, I'll make it for you."
Marinda nodded again.
A smile tugged at Arthur's lips, and his eyes deepened with affection.
Marinda didn't look away but returned his gaze with equal affection.
So people say that love can't be faked.
Then that person must be fortunate.
Because, he or she hasn't t soone like Arthur and Marinda.
But that person also must be unfortunate.
Because, he or she is very likely to have already encountered soone like Arthur and Marinda.
Arthur and Marinda seed fully invested in their performance.
Alvin and Alma, on the other hand, kept their distance.
Alvin always felt awkward.
Alma felt even more awkward.
The clever girl noticed the lady's gaze and knew she had misunderstood—she was rely surprised by Lord Kledos's appetite and ant nothing more.
But then, it was not the right ti to explain.
It was only—
"I'll go see where father is."
Alma left the room.
Alvin made sure his sister was just standing outside the door and hadn't gone far, then turned back to speak casually with Arthur again—or more precisely, to seek advice.
The young baker's apprentice wanted to understand the upper-class's attitude toward baked goods from Arthur.
Regarding this, Arthur had little knowledge.
To Arthur, the 'upper class' in South Los ant the Countess.
He hadn't even seen the Countess, much less knew about her taste preferences.
But Marinda knew.
The lady began to explain to Alvin.
And Arthur?
He went back to scraping the pot.
About ten minutes later, Arthur earnestly set down his bowl.
"Thank you so much; it's been a long ti since I've had such a satisfying al!" he said.
Had he had enough?
No!
But he had slled a familiar sourness.
Precisely, it was the orange juice Eivor had made!
With orange juice around, could cupcakes and marmalade sandwiches be far behind?
Arthur certainly didn't want to taste those again.
The extre experience of sour and sweet, one ti in life was enough.
More than that?
That would be torture.
But concerning the creator of this extre sour and sweet, Arthur was quite interested.
So, upon noticing Eivor and Acker returning together, Arthur's eyes brightened.
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