Arthur woke up due to a feeling of suffocation.
Feeling the pressure on his chest, Arthur looked down to see Pendragon, his body coiled around Arthur's neck, sound asleep on his chest.
In the midst of long breaths, Pendragon was sleeping soundly.
Arthur sighed helplessly.
He had almost thought he was experiencing sleep paralysis.
He glanced at the exceptionally clean skylight in the corridor.
The sky was beginning to lighten.
And there were faint noises coming from the kitchen.
Clearly, Ms. Anna, who had cleaned No. 2 Cork Street overnight, was preparing breakfast for Arthur and the soon-to-return Marinda.
Arthur sniffed.
It was his favorite atball soup, pan-fried bread, and bean sprout side dish.
These were the dishes Ms. Anna had replicated after Arthur had told her about them.
Arthur had great respect for the lady's culinary Talent.
Especially when he ate the food she made, Arthur always felt as if "It's not a Miracle that I brought you back to life, it's your existence that brings miracles to ."
Who could refuse a sympathetic, all-capable in household chores, and excellent in cooking terror of a Puppet?
You say she looks terrifying?
Shallow!
Compared to those qualities, appearance is completely unimportant.
At least, that was the case for Arthur.
There were plenty of good-looking people.
But there was only one Ms. Anna.
"Ms. Anna, can you cook an egg in the atball soup for ?"
"Of course, do you want it hard-boiled or soft-boiled?"
Ms. Anna asked, poking her head out from the kitchen.
"Um..."
Arthur pondered.
When it ca to food choices, he always found it difficult to decide.
"Then one soft-boiled, and one hard-boiled!"
Ms. Anna said with a laugh.
See, isn't this kind of understanding terror of a Puppet a miracle?
Arthur, while picking up Pendragon—who was clearly awake but pretending to sleep, pressing down on him—
"Pan, you really didn't inherit any of my Talent!
Next ti you pretend, relax a bit and secretly peek at with your eyes open, what kind of trick is that?"
Arthur said, shaking the Orange Cat.
Pendragon owed erratically in dizziness.
But escaping was simply impossible.
It wasn't until a full ten seconds later that Arthur set Pendragon down on the floor.
Thud!
As soon as he was put down, Pendragon fell onto the floor.
Puff! Puff!
The cream-colored Labrador, with pure Bloodline, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Then—
ow!
Pendragon got up, his voice turned deep, and his eyes beca dangerous.
Without waiting for the two Death Hounds to react, he pounced directly on them.
Cat flying kick!
Cat spin!
Cat combo!
Under Arthur's biased commands that prevented them from fighting back, the two Death Hounds imdiately started scrambling through the corridors of No. 2 Cork Street.
Fujin glanced from the beam where he rested and closed his eyes once again.
After daybreak, it would be his turn to take over Wuni's duties, so he must rest.
The two new crows, Stolas and Mapa, were staring with their round eyes, curiously watching the scene unfold.
The sowhat noisy morning of the Kledos family began.
By the ti Arthur stepped out of the washroom, Pendragon had already contentedly started playing doggy bus—making Kuliqi and Kiri walk side by side while Pendragon would jump onto Kuliqi's back, then onto Kiri's, or simply lie across both dogs, clearly enjoying a position of dominance.
Arthur watched Kuliqi and Kiri carrying Pendragon back and forth in the corridor and couldn't help but smile and give a thumbs up to the two dogs and one cat.
Then, he sat down at the dining table.
He didn't start eating right away; Arthur was waiting for Marinda.
In that quiet mont, Arthur looked at the text in front of him—
"Tasting Delicious at Porridge with Accompanying Snacks: XP 50"
"Your 'follow what others eat' ga with Marinda has attracted the attention of many young people from wealthy families who have nothing better to do, and your actions punishing the evildoers of Old Town have fulfilled the imaginations of most of the rest: XP 200"
"More people have heard of your na: XP 200"
...
Last night's at porridge was naturally 'food made with gratitude.'
And, because it involved the Mystic Side, the XP gained had made significant progress.
As for the second item?
That would be thanks to Marinda's subordinates.
After their 'friendly communications' with reporters in the alleyways, this morning's newspapers had greatly improved in both style and excitent, resulting in a tidy XP inco for Arthur.
The third daily task was, as Arthur had guessed, steadily increasing.
Clearly, before the end of the Cold Winter Festival, or rather, for a while after it, the title of Champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition and so of Arthur's daily deeds would beco common topics of conversation at tea ti and social gatherings.
To this, Arthur expressed...
Not enough!
Yes, truly not enough!
Not just the major XP earners like Wand Combat Technique, Abdel's Pyrokinesis, Stone Bullet Technique, and the slightly lesser Extre Illusory Shadow Technique, Barbarian King's Ritual. Remnant, and Gliding Technique.
More importantly, Arthur had also added the Ritual "Great Orange" to the list.
After two days of attempts and eting all the requirents for the Orange Cat ritual, Arthur had reduced the XP needed to promote from high tier Orange Cat ritual to Great Orange ritual to 3996, and from extre Orange Cat ritual to 9995.
Obviously, with three als a day as the norm, 2 XP would be reduced each day.
To make up for high tier, under this regular pattern, it would take 2000 days for 4000 points, which is about five and a half years.
If going for extre promotion, that would be 4999.5 days, or roughly thirteen and a half years.
He couldn't wait!
He truly couldn't wait!
So, Arthur planned to power through with XP.
And he had to go for the extre kind.
For that, he needed to quickly save up 9995 XP.
"That amount of XP...
is not easy to co by!"
Apart from winning the Champion title of the Inner Bay's South County Swordsmanship Competition and conveniently revealing his maternal family's identity as the Golden Lion Family, Arthur couldn't think of any quick solution for now.
But while there were no imdiate solutions,
Arthur did have scattered ones.
"Little by little, sand forms a tower, tufts co together to make a fur coat...
It's another sort of tempering, I suppose."
Arthur murmured.
At the sa ti, a ring of smoke appeared and Marinda arrived punctually.
The instant she appeared, the lady overheard Arthur's soliloquy and couldn't help but ask.
"What sort of tempering?"
Arthur smiled.
This ti, Arthur's smile was different from his usual gentle one.
It had a slightly mischievous air.
Imdiately, Marinda felt a mix of anxiety and attraction towards the Arthur of this mont.
Originally, she had considered coming by later, but now, she involuntarily stopped in her tracks.
Then, she heard Arthur say softly,
"With the Cold Winter Festival upon us, shouldn't we go visit our elders?"
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