Words are always sharp.
Especially the words of a spirit dium, which are even more unsettling and embarrassing—
Much like the Old Lion's Young Son at this mont.
Holding the fish at, neither putting it down nor swallowing it.
'Is the fish at poisoned?
Is it poisoned?
No, right?
I watched him grill it; I didn't see him poison it?'
The Young Lion kept questioning himself in his heart, then naturally fell into an unprecedented dilemma, staring blankly at Arthur.
Arthur smiled.
Then he tore a piece of fish at off and directly put it into his mouth.
"Don't worry, it's not poisoned.
Eat!
Hmm, it tastes good."
Arthur comnted on his own cooking skill.
If one doesn't want to be a good spirit dium, one cannot beco an excellent chef.
Relying on the [Lannister Family's Seasoning Jar], Arthur could be called an excellent chef.
At least, the Young Lion was devouring the food ravenously.
Once the Young Lion had almost finished eating, Arthur faintly added another sentence.
"Aren't you afraid I took the antidote beforehand?"
The Young Lion, licking his fingers, froze.
The young man stared at Arthur in a daze, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.
Then, Arthur laughed again.
"Just teasing you."
He said, handing another big piece of fish at to the Young Lion.
The young man dumbly took it, watched Arthur continue eating, and looked down at the fish at, the aroma directly invading his nostrils.
Involuntarily, the Young Lion's nose twitched.
'So aromatic!
I've never had grilled fish this fragrant!
Is it a secret recipe?'
The Young Lion looked at Arthur with a smile that was not really a smile, and then at the fish at in his hand, once again becoming tangled.
anwhile, his stomach growled.
The single piece of fish at just now was nowhere near satisfying the Young Lion's stomach.
On the contrary, that piece of fish at thoroughly ignited the Young Lion's hunger.
If there was no hope, there wouldn't be disappointnt.
If there was hope and then disappointnt again, that would lead to despair.
At this mont, the Young Lion's stomach was in this state.
The Young Lion's mind was also working quickly—
'He ate so much, even if he took the antidote beforehand, would it still work?
Besides, my body feels normal!'
It seed like deep thought.
But his brain was being ruled by his stomach.
However, the last bit of rationality let the Young Lion check his body using the family secret art once more, confirming there was no problem before taking a bite.
This scene made Arthur laugh.
"Haha!
The first piece of fish wasn't poisoned!
The second piece is the poisoned one!"
Instantly, the fish at at his mouth stopped.
The Young Lion looked at Arthur with a forlorn look.
"Eat, eat.
Just kidding.
If I really put poison in the second piece of fish, I wouldn't tell you just as you open your mouth, I'd wait until you've swallowed it."
Arthur explained.
"I know."
The Young Lion mumbled.
Then, the Young Lion resud devouring the food.
And decided not to listen to anything Arthur said.
By this ti, the Young Lion had realized that the person in front of him was definitely the sort who likes to tease people—not a bad guy, but sotis makes one feel helpless.
Unconsciously, the Young Lion thought of the master from the biography.
Court Wizard 'Xarlico'!
That master really loved to ss with people.
In contrast, his friend, the Imperial Court Jester 'Harrington', was an extrely serious person.
In fact, later scholars believed that why Xarlico could be Harrington's friend was because Harrington could take the bla for him.
Of course, more people believed that Harrington was called a court jester because he made too many fun but flashy props for Xarlico.
Thus he earned the title of court jester.
But their friendship was real, and worthy of praise.
After all, not everyone can live and die together.
Thinking of this, the Young Lion ate even faster.
At the sa ti, cautiously watching Arthur.
He was really afraid of what Arthur might say next.
And what you fear happens.
Noticing the look in the Young Lion's eyes, Arthur lightly said—
"Thank you for letting watch a good show."
"Hmm?"
The Young Lion froze again.
'A good show?
He saw everything just now?
So which side is he representing?
My uncle's? Or those secret factions?
'Raven Feather'? 'Green Rock Forest'? 'Serpent Sect'? 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association'?
Or 'Pale Hand'?'
The young mind's many thoughts flashed one after another, and the fish by his mouth involuntarily stopped again.
Arthur didn't care about these.
He had spoken.
How the other person thought, he roughly knew.
So what was left was…
Eating fish!
This was the fish he had managed to catch with great effort—caught with six [Hand of Void] working together, so it surely counted as his catch.
Arthur happily feasted.
The Young Lion seed a bit absent-minded, even when taking large bites, the inability to fully enjoy the taste made the young man feel extrely uncomfortable.
Moreover, the Young Lion always felt that the person in front of him would definitely not let him finish eating peacefully.
So, for the next ten minutes, the Young Lion was in a state of anxiety between internal waiting and the deliciousness bursting on his taste buds.
Like a compressed spring.
Compressed to the extre, the spring would either break or bounce back.
The Young Lion was the latter.
He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket to wipe the greasy hands—one side of this handkerchief was stained with blood.
Only half of it was clean.
The Young Lion used the clean side to wipe his hands.
His movents were standard, and elegant.
Even in the wilderness, even though the handkerchief was not clean, the Young Lion's actions exuded the unique aura of a noble.
The Young Lion spoke in a noble's distinctive tone.
"Thank you for your hospitality.
Though I do not know where you are from, I will always rember this al's kindness.
Also, please accept this.
It will be our token."
The Young Lion once again extended the golden ring.
And gave the ring a unique aning.
A token of trust!
A decision for the future.
As one of the heirs of the Duke of the Inner Bay, the Young Lion believed he could help the man before him in the future.
It was this confidence that cald the Young Lion.
And Arthur looked at the Young Lion in good spirits, smiling gently—
"Your pants have a tear."
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