"Food!"
That was Arthur's answer.
As he spoke, the young Medium took a step back to stand beside Malinda. Smiling, he said, "Food is important at any time.
Often, it can even mean the difference between life and death.
So...
I hope you'll repay me with something that important!"
Arthur did not raise his voice deliberately.
But the moment Acker approached Arthur, every reporter nearby widened their eyes and pricked up their ears.
The reporters knew Arthur all too well.
Why had The Horn Newspaper's sales soared in such a short time?
Wasn't it because they had kept reporting on the Medium, Arthur Credos, standing right before them?
Some exclusive interviews had even brought the sales of The Horn Newspaper, which had barely been better than a tabloid, close to those of the South Los Daily!
That was the South Los Daily!
The bestselling newspaper in South Los!
And they had heard that Scott, originally just an ordinary reporter, had been promoted to editor-in-chief of The Horn Newspaper because of it!
Editor-in-chief!
Which of these ordinary reporters wasn't green with envy?
Now that they had a chance, naturally, they watched like hawks.
The moment Acker spoke, their attention sharpened to an unprecedented degree.
They had guessed that Acker would thank him.
But they were even more eager to hear Arthur's reply.
Would he be noncommittal?
Or put on a humble face?
If it was the former, they would write that after winning the South Los Swordsmanship Tournament, the Medium, Arthur Credos, had become unbearably arrogant and looked down on everyone.
If it was the latter, they would write that after winning the South Los Swordsmanship Tournament, the Medium, Arthur Credos, had become utterly hypocritical and needed petty tricks to maintain his reputation.
As for the truth?
Who knew?
Or rather...