They all call me Great Master-Chapter 562 - 559: Bored people are always looking for fun games!

At this moment, Marinda looked at Arthur as if staring at a madman.

There was no disdain meant.

If anyone suggested a game like "We don't know what to eat tonight, so let's just follow a random person on the street to see what he or she eats and then eat whatever they eat," Marinda would consider them insane.

What kind of mindset would one need to come up with such a game?

And...

Why did she find it interesting?

Thinking about it, the sense of anticipation within the unknown yet within a safe range was indeed intriguing.

Of course, Marinda would not admit it.

"Just how bored were you to come up with such a game?"

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Marinda sighed and asked.

As the lady posed the question, she went to grab her coat.

"It was clear how bored I was when I could count that the plum blossoms were seventeen in number," Arthur said.

His words baffled Marinda.

Plum blossoms exist in the world before her eyes.

Yet, in South Los, they are quite rare.

Mostly found in Inner Bay, and even more so in North County during winter.

Was he hinting at something about plum blossoms?

Inner Bay?

Or North County?

Hmm, should she combine it with the keyword of seventeen?

Seventeen plum blossoms?

What does that mean?

Marinda began to ponder.

Arthur noticed, but he wouldn't remind Marinda that he had merely spoken on a whim; after all, watching Marinda in thought was another part of the game.

After donning their coats and greeting Ms. Anna, who was making the bed, Arthur and Marinda headed out.

"Be careful, stay safe, and come back early!"

Ms. Anna called out loudly to the two running out.

Then she let out a sigh, similar to that of an older sister's exasperation.

"The food outside isn't clean," she said, wandering into the kitchen.

Arthur and Marinda resolved their dinner outside.

But for the late-night snack, they still relied on her cooking.

Arthur and Marinda swiftly left No. 2 Cork Street behind, heading straight into West Mok Avenue.

As the Cold Winter Festival drew near, the whole of West Mok Avenue was decorated, and most businesses hung banners that showcased their own logos.

The brightly colored banners flapped in the cold wind like flags, adding a festive atmosphere to the people of South Los.

Those walking on the street all wore smiles, dressed appropriately, either alone or in groups, venturing in and out of every shop in sight, searching for gifts for themselves or their families as the festival approached.

Marinda turned her head, raising an eyebrow at Arthur, signaling to start.

Arthur just laughed.

"No way, no way.

Does our Lady of the Long Night really want to play this game?

The ones who appear on West Mok Avenue two days before 'Cold Winter Festival' are those who are too rich and too bored. Do you really just want to try a different restaurant?

If that's the case, I would rather go back and eat at Grandma Andor's Kitchen.

Chances are, many of them are heading there for a meal."

Arthur chuckled and waved his finger at Marinda.

"So, do you want to go to Rat Street?"

Marinda asked with interest.

She admitted that what Arthur said made sense.

Those who appeared on West Mok Avenue during 'Cold Winter Festival' were wealthy and idle folks; following them to eat would just be a change of restaurants.

Not interesting at all.

And Marinda didn't mind going to Rat Street.

Unlike Arthur's covert infiltration into Rat Street,

With the fall of the Rat Club, Marinda's power had technically become open and aboveboard in Rat Street.

Why technically open and aboveboard?

Because in South Los, the only one who could truly operate openly and aboveboard was the Countess of South Los.

She was the true master of South Los!

"If Wiggins were here, I wouldn't mind,

but the current Wiggins is undergoing special training at Rick Farm.

Believe it or not, if we show up, it might cause a bigger commotion than West Mok Avenue?"

Arthur rejected Marinda's suggestion.

"What about you?"

Marinda looked toward Arthur.

When Arthur pulled out a piece of paper filled with the names of places from his pocket, a bright light flashed in the lady's deep blue eyes.

"You want to draw lots?"

"Of course!

Since it's random, let's go all out with randomness!"

Arthur nodded and handed all the pieces of paper to Marinda.

This was to demonstrate the fairness of the game.

He had proposed the game.

So naturally, the destination of the game should be decided by Marinda.

Marinda didn't hesitate, crumpling all the slips of paper, and then put them in her coat pocket before opening it wide.

It meant for Arthur to pick one.

Arthur demonstrated fairness.

Naturally, the lady wouldn't be left behind.

As for picking one from the hand or tossing one out?

Don't be ridiculous.

With their eyesight, they could easily discern what was written on each paper.

Marinda had not held back before.

Naturally, Arthur wouldn't act coy either.

He reached into the pocket of Marinda's coat, and once again, the hairs on Marinda's neck stood on end—Arthur saw them clearly and even took the time to count how many there were.

As a young, kind, and upright 'Spirit Medium', Arthur deliberately took his time, and just before Marinda was about to feel genuine discomfort, he pulled out a slip of paper—

Old Town!

"Shall we go?"

Arthur asked.

"Let's go!"

Marinda nodded.

With a wave of their hands, a carriage by West Mok Avenue immediately came over to them.

And when Arthur announced their destination, the coachman looked at them in surprise.

South Los might be the wealthiest place in South County,

but this did not mean there were no poor areas in South Los.

Old Town was the poorest area in South Los.

And Arthur and Marinda's attire didn't at all seem like the kind for Old Town, where there are impoverished families whose greatest wish is to support a store apprentice at all costs, to escape their original station, and to allow their children to rise to a higher position and achieve social mobility.

However, the coachman said nothing more.

Moreover, he quickly regained his composure.

Because there were too many wealthy people in South Los.

It was not strange for some wealthy people to do anything when they were bored.

Like Arthur and Marinda visiting Old Town out of curiosity wasn't unprecedented; after all, one glance and they would retreat.

By then, he would be able to earn double the wages.

Thinking this, the coachman snapped his whip and set the carriage in motion.

Crack!

The sound was crisp.

The wheels rolled on.

Meanwhile—

In some part of Old Town, Alvin's face was brutally struck by a whip.

Crack!

Pain spread across his cheek, but before Alvin could react, a kick that followed knocked the bakery apprentice from Cork Street down to the ground.