They all call me master

In the afternoon, the bright sunshine shines on the glass display window of the White Rose Restaurant, making it even brighter and brighter. Coupled with the luxurious embellishments - fresh white roses are not cheap in South Los Angeles. You have to go to a special manor outside the city. Buy.

Moreover, it is rumored that the chef of this restaurant is from the largest restaurant in the Inner Bay, Clark's Diamond.

With such a foreshadowing, the ‘White Rose Restaurant’ naturally attracts passers-by on West Merck Avenue.

People cast their curious and inquiring eyes on this newly opened restaurant, but that’s just their eyes.

As for entering?

That won't happen.

‘White Rose Restaurant’ has the same price as its luxurious decorations, especially the special dishes recommended by the chef, which are even more prohibitive.

Don’t know what such a dish would taste like?

It must be very delicious!

No!

It's charming!

Every pedestrian passing by the White Rose Restaurant thinks so.

Sudden--

jingle!

The wind chimes were ringing as the door of the 'White Rose Restaurant' was opened. Under the gaze of many passers-by, a figure rushed out of the restaurant.

Of course, these are not the most attractive things.

The most attractive thing is that this figure puts the packed food in the arms of the beggar on the roadside.

"Who is that?!"

“Isn’t this too wasteful?!”

"No!"

"That's generous!"

"What a generous lord!"

Amidst the screams behind him, Arthur covered his mouth and ran faster and faster. He was afraid that if he ran slower, he would not be able to help but scare the chef of the restaurant and blow up the "White Rose Restaurant" restaurant.

Who can make sheep tripe stuffed with haggis and mutton so delicious?

Not to mention that it smells like organs, and even the haggis cannot be washed, especially when the sheep intestines have not been washed. How can you shamelessly say that it is pure natural?

'What the heck! This profiteer! ’

Arthur looked gloomy and cursed in his heart.

If when the haggis was served, Arthur could still use the excuse of 'it doesn't look good, but in case it tastes good' to deceive himself, when the sheep belly was cut open, the haggis and mutton fairy When the food mixed with mutton oil came out and took a bite, this reason no longer held water.

Because it tastes too bad.

It tastes worse than what he made.

At least he knows that the water must be cleaned and that heavy materials must be put into the water.

Of course, none of this matters to Arthur now.

The important thing is that Arthur still has a mouthful of the so-called haggis in his mouth.

He wanted to vomit, but felt he shouldn't.

But just swallowing it like this made him feel uncomfortable.

And if you keep holding it in your mouth, it will be even more uncomfortable.

Finally, gritting one's teeth...

Spit it out.

The good habits he had developed for a long time were broken, making Arthur's face become more and more gloomy. Unconsciously, he turned his head and looked at the 'White Rose Restaurant' behind him, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Arthur never thought of himself as a good guy.

He will eat anything but not suffer any loss.

This time he was obviously tricked, and he completely remembered this 'White Rose Restaurant'.

He planned to repay the other party well.

Not now, though.

There are too many people now.

Moreover, there is not enough time.

Lunch time was about to pass, but he remembered that Malinda Julius Caesar would ask the coachman to deliver a real thank you gift.

Without stopping on West Merck Avenue, Arthur wisely chose to bypass Eivor's Mobile Food Stall and returned to Kirk Street through another alley.

According to the location of the butcher shop, bakery, greengrocer and cheese shop in his memory, Arthur went to the door one by one to buy the required food - under normal circumstances, there was no need to do this, as long as he handed over the list of required food in the morning. The staff in the store will deliver the food to your doorstep during lunch, dinner or within a designated time, and the bill can be settled every month. Old residents on Kirk Street like the Kratos family, and more It can be settled every quarter.

Carrying the basket borrowed from the bakery and putting the filled food back into the cupboard by category, Arthur handed the basket back to the bakery boy waiting at the door.

At the same time, I gave 2 zero suo.

This was a tip for the errands we had just run. Normally 1 piece of suo would be enough, but the situation was special just now. In order to buy food, the apprentice who had just been sent to the bakery in front of him traveled a lot with him.

Therefore, Arthur gave him an extra ten cents based on his predecessor's memory.

"Thank you sir, you are so generous."

The baker's apprentice, who probably came from a civilian family in the old district of Nanlos, had an excited face. After thanking him profusely, he skipped away with his basket.

The common people in the new city are richer and are more willing to send their children to positions in the Shire that require more knowledge. It would be great if they could learn accounting and the like.

Only civilian families in the old city would choose coolie apprenticeships.

And that's not bad.

At least they scraped together the apprenticeship money.

Can't get it together?

Most of them will go to the dock like their fathers and rely on their bodies to save enough money for their families to pay for apprenticeships.

Of course, that may have to wait until their son or grandson.

Or you may never wait.

South Los Angeles has more opportunities than other places, but it is also far more cruel than other places. If you don't do it right, you will face the scene you least want to see.

An accident or illness can tear a seemingly good family into pieces.

'Good luck! ’

Arthur stared at the excited back of the baker's apprentice, thinking silently in his heart, and then looked at the end of Kirk Street leading to Dal Lane.

The familiar carriage appeared there.

Arthur stood at the door without closing the door and waited.

The coachman Edwin obviously saw Arthur and immediately shook the reins to speed up.

"Sir Kratos, you have been waiting for a long time."

Edwin, who was much more polite than in the morning, jumped out of the carriage and trotted up to Arthur. He bowed slightly, and then handed an invitation letter to him with both hands.

Glancing at the coachman who was obviously more respectful, Arthur knew clearly that this was the effect of the previous shot at Sheriff Lauck.

It’s not about bullying good and fearing evil.

Just the intimidation that comes with simply daring to shoot a police sergeant.

Even if this Sheriff deserves to die.

Naturally, many people think that he is young and energetic.

But isn't that the effect Arthur wants?

Young and energetic, good at doing things!

Thinking in his heart, Arthur looked at the invitation.

The invitation was wrapped in pitch-black silk, with a moon-patterned paint pressed on the seal. Anyone with a little bit of skill in Nanlos would know what this meant.

‘Lady of the Night’!

Arthur didn't resist at all and accepted the invitation directly.

First, it fits the identity of Arthur Kratos.

Secondly, he thought he could get more XP there.

"There is a party this Saturday, and I will come to pick you up then!"

"Looking forward to your arrival!"

Edwin responded more politely, but did not stay long. He just stated that he needed to reply to his master and left.

‘Master instead of employer? ’

‘Do you have any aristocratic status? ’

Arthur couldn't help but guess in his heart.

Then, he shook his head.

This has little to do with him, he just wants more XP now.

other?

Talk about it later.

Thinking in his heart, Arthur was ready to close the door and cook.

But at this moment, Arthur felt a line of sight staring at him.

Calmly, Arthur looked out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart.