On the second day of the Cold Winter Festival, a good number of people were discussing the sudden fireworks from last night.
Soon after, soone boasted that it was a secret ritual perford by the Spirit dium Arthur Kredos to bless and relieve the people of South Los of disasters.
Of course, it wasn't that this person had particularly insider information.
It was that all the major newspapers of South Los had published such information.
So had even gone through nurous artistic elaborations.
For example, this one in Arthur's hands —
Spirit dium Battles the Winter Monster!
This newspaper ca from the South Los Morning News.
Although it is only different from the South Los Daily by one word, the disparity is as vast as heaven and earth. If South Los Daily were given a standard score of 100, the South Los Morning News would probably be around 1-2.
It all depends on performance.
Average performance, 1 point.
Exceptional performance, 2 points.
Of course, most of the ti, the performance is average.
But, this ti was different!
It was an exceptional performance, even exceptional of the exceptional!
Arthur looked at the first page featuring his own sketch —
Dressed in a cloak, him with a long sword in one hand and a magic wand in the other, facing a monster with sharp fangs and scales covering its body.
Although it was just his back, with the frontal view of the monster as a contrast, it made him appear all the more brave and ingenious.
The latter, of course, was a description from the South Los Morning News.
In the entire report, he used the terrain, props, and so on to create trouble for the 'Winter Monster' no less than five tis.
Even establishing the ultimate victory because of it.
"Not bad!"
Arthur looked at the newspaper, nodding repeatedly.
anwhile, Marinda rolled her eyes.
"Narcissistic! Childish!"
The lady comnted while fetching breakfast from the kitchen — fried eggs with ham, milk with oats, vegetable salad, and the fried breadsticks that Arthur insisted on having.
Of course, Marinda rely brought them out.
The real chef was Ms. Anna.
"Don't you like it when people praise you?"
Arthur asked curiously as he picked up a breadstick.
"I like it when people praise !
But such praise has already beco distorted!"
Aside from those psychologically distorted, who doesn't like complints?
Marinda was no exception.
The lady also enjoyed being praised by others.
However, this was the ti she was supposed to argue with Arthur, so how could she easily change her position?
Of course, the 'breadstick' was quite good.
"Distorted?
Even if it has beco distorted, people still love to read this kind of stuff!
I am creating joy for them!"
Arthur said, scanning the newly appeared text —
[Madam Susan and Ms. Camille attend your 'Winter Banquet', surprising many, especially the forr's appearance which gives them plenty to think about; XP 100]
[An unexpected fireworks display has sparked a lot of discussion, inevitably a hot topic during the leisurely seven-day holiday: XP 500]
[More people have heard your na: XP 270]
...
Arthur wasn't surprised by the first piece of information on XP gain.
Why did he invite Madam Susan and Ms. Camille if not for more exposure and to gain more XP?
And the two ladies did not disappoint Arthur.
The third was rather expected too.
What truly caught Arthur's attention was the second one!
500 XP!
This figure really exceeded Arthur's expectations.
'Poor daily life, have people reached the point where they don't know what to do during their break, just gathering around the drink table to talk about ?
If that's the case…
I won't hold back!'
Arthur knew this was an opportunity.
A plan where ti, location, and harmony all aligned.
The cold weather, seven-day holiday of the Cold Winter Festival, no need to work, plenty of social gatherings, there inevitably needs to be a topic.
And he?
He was that topic!
The people of South Los needed sothing, and Arthur would provide it.
Thereupon, Arthur raised his hand, and Wuni, in rest, imdiately flew out the roof.
He needed soone in Rat Street to do so things.
Though Wiggins was busy training hard at Rick Farm, Rat Street still had Wiggins' Agent, and contacting him would do just as well.
Moreover, Arthur believed that the agent would do even better.
After all, to the agent, this was an opportunity to be seen.
Therefore, Arthur was not worried at all.
Seeing Arthur's sly smile, Marinda imdiately said irritably—
"Who are you scheming against?
Smiling so sinisterly!"
"Nothing much, just that the 'Cold Winter Festival' seven-day holiday is too boring, and as the 'Spirit dium' of South Los, I need to find so fun for everyone."
Arthur didn't hide anything from Marinda.
He directly indicated that he wanted to 'stir up the waters'.
At this, Marinda looked surprised.
"Are you three years old?
There should be a limit to being childish, right?"
Although the lady said this, she exhaled a thick ring of smoke and went into it.
About two minutes later, the lady ca back out.
"I let soone promote it for you,"
the lady said.
"You also feel that the 'Cold Winter Festival' seven-day holiday is boring, right?"
Arthur asked excitedly.
"Only you feel bored. The docunts that need my attention have piled up about two feet thick— I don't know what has happened in Inner Bay, news keeps coming one after another, but there's no specific reason; I need to analyze it right away!
If even I am helpless, I will have to temporarily retract Inner Bay's influence,"
the lady said, picking up a doughnut, ready to leave again.
The words she just said were not deceptive; the ssages piled up inside Caesar Manor regarding Inner Bay really needed her personal attention, as others couldn't handle it, nor were they qualified to.
Was there trouble in Inner Bay?
Could it be that Alvis Hamlet's father found out his son was attacked and started rampaging?
If that was the case...
While Arthur was still thinking, Marinda looked suspiciously at Arthur.
"That expression of yours, don't tell this has sothing to do with you!"
Marinda asked.
"Of course, it has nothing to do with .
We both slept together last night.
How could I possibly stir up trouble?"
Arthur looked aggrieved, and Marinda flipped him the bird.
The lady didn't argue anything, because Arthur's next words captivated her—
"Do you rember the clue I gave you before?
The high probability is still about that Alvis Hamlet, alias Dorn—well, I've revealed the answer, consider this your New Year's gift.
After all, you just helped , I'll count that as my New Year's gift!"
Arthur said, gesturing to Marinda to go wherever she was going.
The lady looked at Arthur, surprised.
She hadn't expected that there were still free ssages from Arthur's side,
though under the guise of a gift.
Nevertheless, it was still nice.
Thinking this, Marinda prepared to leave.
However, at that mont, Arthur spoke up again—
"Wait!"
As the lady turned around, Arthur threw a beautifully wrapped box her way.
"I made this Mint Elixir, it's refreshing and tastes good too.
This is your real gift!"
As he spoke, Marinda caught the box with her hand.
The blue box, the golden ribbon.
All were her favorite colors.
Looking at the box in her hand, Marinda unconsciously felt a bit odd and a bit at a loss.
Arthur noticed this.
The young 'Spirit dium' then raised his voice.
"Eh?
What's with this unexpected expression?
Don't tell you thought the previous ssage was your real gift?
Wake up, that one was purely free.
This one is the New Year's gift."
Arthur said, showing a misunderstood and sad deanor.
Seeing Arthur's look, Marinda's confusion vanished, leaving behind an indescribable feeling.
Finally, the lady picked up the milk oatal in front of Arthur and drank it in one gulp, then turned and left.
"I won't co back tonight, I'll be very busy these next few days!"
The voice faded with the smoke.
Arthur scratched his head, muttering in a voice only he could hear.
"I've tasted that milk oatal."
After muttering to himself, the young 'Spirit dium' watched the pedestrians on the road through the window, his heart unknowingly mumbling—
'If I don't truly 'Entry', going to Inner Bay would frighten , so…
I must catch up!'
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