The instant Arthur saw Potteriman, he went on full alert.
Although there had been some groundwork, no amount of caution was excessive when dealing with someone like the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society.
What Arthur had not expected, however, was that the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society merely appeared at the intersection of Dale Lane and Kirk Street.
Then, smiling, he handed a note and 1 Los to a child from Dale Lane.
Even with his hood concealing his face, the upward curve of his lips could not escape Fuginn's eyes.
Is that a visiting card?
Arthur frowned, confusion in his eyes.
It was not just the card, but what the man had just done.
The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society actually tipped someone for running an errand-and smiled while doing it?!
That was quite unlike the people of the Mystical Side Arthur remembered.
Although nothing was ever stated outright, people of the Mystical Side always looked down on ordinary people. Their attitude was plain to see.
Perhaps these people of the Mystical Side could be generous.
But ordinary people had to grovel to receive that generosity.
Otherwise?
They would only invite trouble.
This was the first time Arthur had seen one take the initiative to show kindness to an ordinary person.
He isn't putting on an act for me, is he?
The young Medium thought this instinctively as he headed outside.
Outside the door, Merlin knew the child holding the visiting card, and the two were talking-
"Mr. Credos is sleeping. He won't get up until noon at the earliest."
"He gets to sleep until noon?"
The child delivering the card looked astonished, then deeply envious.
"That's because he has so much to deal with. He has to work late into the night,