Arthur solemnly picked up the whisker, slipped it into the test tube that already held four others, then put the whole thing into the [Athos Box].
Then the young Medium turned to Pendragon with a smile.
"Pan, you're adorably chubby!"
As he spoke, he offered another dried fish.
Pendragon chewed the dried fish, its feline face filled with puzzlement.
It didn't understand why its master's attitude had changed so drastically.
But that didn't matter. As long as it had something to eat.
Pendragon's dinner was settled, and the food from Mrs. Andor's kitchen arrived as well-not just with Alvin, but with two young people pushing a food cart behind him.
Judging by their clothes, they were probably apprentices too.
"Sir, the total came to 9 Sol and 4 Los."
The young baker's apprentice reported the cost honestly.
"That was your tip."
Arthur emphasized it again.
That made the young baker's apprentice feel a little awkward-not because he had never received tips. As an apprentice, tips were Alvin's only source of income.
But most were only 1 or 2 Los. Receiving 6 Los at once made the young man uneasy.
Arthur, however, asked no further questions and offered no advice.
He had given the tip.
That made it Alvin's money.
He had no right to decide what someone else did with their money.
Arthur turned his attention to dinner.
Two roasted pork knuckles (each a whole, bone-in knuckle, one plain and one with herb sauce), beef casserole under a pastry crust (1,600 grams of beef), potatoes braised with onions and sausages (primarily pork), roasted chicken with shiitake mushrooms (at least 600 grams of chicken), chargrilled corn, apples, and pears (two of each), two pan-fried fish cakes (primarily 300 grams of small yellow croaker), beet soup (stewed in a cast-iron pot), and