They all call me master

Chapter 5 Get one of the two! (Please collect~Please support~)

In the early morning, it had rained all night and became heavier again.

The people of Nanlos have long been accustomed to this.

Many people from other parts of South County call South Los Angeles the 'port in the rain', and those proud inner bay people will sometimes despise South Los Los Angeles people as 'rain people'.

In this regard, most Nanlos people will choose to ignore it, while a small number of Nanlos people will smile and throw those people from the inner bay who dare to call them contemptuously into the river. Some people with a bad temper will tie stones to their bodies. piece.

Arthur learned from the memories of his previous life that his two uncles Winters and Drake and his aunt Cassandra were such people.

Of course, the same goes for its predecessor.

And this is completely 'inherited' from grandfather old Charlie.

In the memory of his predecessor, Arthur had 'witnessed' his grandfather warning his two uncles, Winters and Drake, not to cause trouble, while kicking the Inner Bay man who slapped Aunt Cassandra. Inside the dry well, and after shouting "Greetings from the Kratos family" to the dry well, cover the dry well.

afterwards?

Naturally, it was claimed that there was an evil spirit in the dry well, and it would take six weeks to remove the spirit.

"'Psychic medium'... a very convenient profession!"

Arthur, who was standing in front of the stove, sighed like this. Then, he thought of what he had done last night. He nodded slightly and said softly to himself: "It's really teaching by words and deeds!"

He didn't mean to deceive the reporter.

He was just trying some [All-In-One] methods to gain XP.

At this moment, naturally it is——

Two eggs were cracked into the frying pan.

The moment the egg liquid touched the frying pan, it immediately made a crispy sound as the oil increased. The color of the egg yolk and egg white were distinct. When a little black pepper was sprinkled on it, the aroma of the food was even more alluring. It made last night completely different. Arthur, who was still awake, felt relaxed.

Placing the two fried eggs on a ceramic plate, picking up the ham and bread slices that had been prepared on the side, Arthur walked towards the restaurant.

The kitchen is connected to the dining room, and there is a large square table. In the memory of the predecessor, every festival, the Kratos family would put food on the table, and the whole family would gather together. Then, as Grandpa Old Charlie announced the start, everyone would raise their glasses. Drink freely.

This does not include the predecessor who was still young at the time. He could only drink juice or water.

Although the predecessor was very curious about alcohol, no one dared to provide alcoholic drinks to the youngest member of the Kratos family in the face of the strict prohibition from his grandfather Charlie.

Want a drink?

At least as an adult.

Moreover, even as an adult, one needs to exercise restraint and not become addicted to alcohol.

These holiday dinners were some of the happiest times the predecessor could remember.

But everything changed when his uncle Winters disappeared three years ago.

The dinner party is still there, and there is laughter, but the happiness is much less.

Everything seemed to be shrouded in gloom.

“‘The devil that stalks Baker Farm’?”

Arthur muttered under his breath the events that led to Uncle Winters' disappearance.

He didn't know what the specific situation was.

He only knew that old Charlie went there in person at that time, and after he came back with a gloomy face two months later, he stopped pursuing it, and was not allowed to talk about Winters, nor was Drake or Cassandra allowed to get close to it.

My predecessor was sad for a long time.

And this also caused Drake to leave home.

Even Cassandra agreed to go to a girls' school because of this incident.

However, this has nothing to do with Arthur now.

He is just enjoying the breakfast he made by himself.

Open the yolk of a fried egg, and as the half-cooked yolk flows out, a finger-thick slice of ham is immediately dipped on it.

After the mellow meat flavor intertwined with the half-boiled egg yolk, there was an immediate sense of deliciousness that made Arthur couldn't help but chew it.

Unfortunately, this is not delicious food.

At least it's not a delicacy recognized by [All Foods].

XP is not increased.

"Isn't it true?"

Arthur was not angry when his attempt failed. He was quite self-aware of his cooking skills.

Although there are many delicious food recipes in my mind, these recipes simply exist in my mind and have no practice at all.

The omelette I just made didn't break, so I'm lucky.

One road is blocked.

Arthur had another option: get published in the newspapers.

Last night, he was interviewed by Scott, the intern reporter of the Bugle.

The other party promised to publish the report of 'spiritual medium' Arthur Kratos in today's Bugle - the other party is a young man who deeply believes in occultism, and the first person he met was old Charlie. Because of this, The ex will choose the other party only when he wants to prove himself.

The predecessor believed in the other party.

Naturally, he also believed in the other party.

And this trainee reporter did not disappoint Arthur——

"Extra number! Extra number!"

"'Psychic' Arthur Kratos successfully exorcised the evil spirit from 333 Russell Street!"

The crisp shout of the newsboy reached No. 2 Kirk Street.

A look of surprise appeared on Arthur's face.

He originally thought that his story would be published on the second and third pages of the Bugle, or even in the most inconspicuous corner, but he did not expect that it would be a supplement.

"Looks like last night really impressed Scott!"

Arthur thought, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he became more and more expecting in his heart.

He wasn't worried about not selling the Bugle's supplement.

Even though there are fewer people who can read and write in South Los Angeles than there are people who throw Inner Bay people into the river, newspapers are easy to sell.

Because those who are literate are not stingy about spending 5 cents to show their difference.

They think it's decent.

Others also admit that this kind of dignity is not only because these people are literate, but also because 50 Sou can already buy half a catty of semolina. If it is jade flour or potatoes, it is enough for the men in the family to eat for a day.

The income of most Nanlos families is only 2-3 suo a day.

This is the money that the husbands and adult sons in the family can earn when they go to docks, shops, markets, etc. to complete their day's work in the early morning, and the underage children follow their mothers doing odd jobs.

Simply put, this is an ideal state.

More often than not, you can't earn that much at all.

Because odd jobs are not stable.

Because the husband and sons, who are the main source of income, will get sick.

Sometimes accidents happen and so on.

Therefore, these Nanlos families will try their best to raise money to allow one of their sons to become a more secure apprenticeship.

As for reading and literacy?

Like other Nanjun people, Nanlos people basically regard this as a luxury.

A normal Southern Los Angeles family can pay for an apprenticeship in about three years.

And want tuition fees for reading and literacy?

It takes 10 years.

You have to not eat or drink.

And this is only the most basic tuition fee, and does not include the price of books and pens.

Knowledge is expensive!

This is recognized by everyone in South County.

In Arthur's memory of his predecessor, old Charlie not only paid a high price to hire a tutor to teach his predecessor how to read and write, but also learned swordsmanship, equestrianism, arithmetic, etiquette, etc.

These are all shown one by one in [All Things Eat Together].

There is no doubt that Charlie Sr. wanted his grandson to become a master.

To put it simply, it is ‘noble’.

Although the "Witch Hunt" on the East Coast ended thirty years ago, and psychics have long since become safe, there is still a huge gap compared to nobles with honor and territory.

Even though the newspapers kept saying that 'the old aristocracy has begun to decline, and the future belongs to the pioneers,' old Charlie stubbornly believed that owning his own fief was the best choice.

However, like all teenagers entering the rebellious period, the predecessor never listened to the words of his elders.

Because of this, the current situation of being replaced is caused.

Arthur, as a vested interest, could not comment on this.

He ate his breakfast in silence, and when the last bite of the omelette was wiped out, a prompt appeared in front of his eyes——

[Publish and report, you gain some fame, XP+1]

…

The hint of gaining XP made the corners of Arthur's mouth curl up.

Then, he couldn't wait to add the 1 point of XP he just gained to [Basic Sword Skills],

In such a strange and dangerous place, it is irrational to accumulate any XP. Even if Arthur has a little bit of squirrel syndrome, he also knows that at this time, even a little more strength is good.

[Basic Swordsmanship Level 2: You have mastered basic sword skills and can be used in actual combat. 】

…

The synchronization of body and knowledge is completed in an instant.

With a lot of knowledge in his mind and his body adapting, Arthur easily drew out the long sword on his side and stabbed straight out.

Whizzing!

The sword blade brought out a gleam of cold light, and although the sword move was just a basic stab, there was a continuous sound of breaking through the air.

However, Arthur frowned slightly.

Because, as the skill level increases, the attributes [Physique] and [Spirituality] do not increase accordingly.

"Is it because the basic skill level is too low?

Or is it because the level has not been improved enough?

Or maybe my current [Physique] and [Spirituality] are too high? "

Arthur couldn't decide which.

But after glancing at the information that had changed to [Basic Swordsmanship Lv2 (0/5)], he knew that he needed more XP.

So Arthur immediately started thinking a lot more, impressing Scott a few more times.

And just when Arthur was thinking about Scott, outside the door of No. 2 Kirk Street, the young reporter rang the doorbell with an uneasy look on his face——

Bells, bells.