"Goodbye Worries General Store!"
That was what Arthur said.
Wiggins thought the name sounded wonderful. The street-born Golden Fingers immediately wanted to offer his sovereign an elegant compliment, like a courtier in a novel or biography, but after scratching his head and thinking for ages, he only managed to stammer out one sentence.
"A good name. A really good name."
After saying that, he looked at Arthur anxiously.
Arthur certainly would not nitpick over something like this.
He knew perfectly well that this was not where Wiggins's talents lay.
If he wanted flattering words, any patrol officer under Maltz could give him a whole basketful. But when it came to managing the territory on Rat Street and its Golden Fingers, the entire patrol force probably would not be as useful as Wiggins alone.
Arthur gave Wiggins a light pat on the shoulder.
"I'm leaving that place to you, Wiggins!"
"Yes, sir!"
Feeling Arthur's trust, Wiggins lost all his embarrassment and anxiety. He immediately bowed, then hurried out of 2 Kirk Street.
Watching the Golden Fingers's retreating figure through Fuginn's eyes, Arthur murmured inwardly.
Goodbye worries.
Putting an end to every trouble and sorrow.
Unfortunately...
There's no slot for letters.
At that thought, Arthur gave a self-mocking smile.
He knew that before long, the Goodbye Worries General Store would live up to its name. A few genuinely good, affordable products would be enough to delight Rat Street's residents and ease some of their worries. But only as time passed would the influence of those affordable products truly emerge.
And that was what he valued.
Not just the reputation, but the profit and power beneath it.
He wanted them all!
Ah, I should have called it the Peace General Store!
Arthur sighed at the thought.
Then he began putting Pendragon into his