"Trouble-Free Grocery!"
Arthur said so.
Wiggins found the name quite appealing. This streetwise Golden Finger immediately wanted to echo his sovereign with courtly agreement, like a subject in a biographical novel, but he scratched his head and stammered out awkwardly after a long thought.
"Good name, really good name."
Having said that, he looked at Arthur with a face full of unease.
Of course, Arthur was not one to split hairs over such a matter.
He was well aware that Wiggins's forte did not lie herein.
If he wanted to hear pleasing words, he could randomly pull one of Malz's patrol officers, and they could shower him with compliments. However, when it came to managing the Rat Street territory and the Golden Fingers, probably the whole patrol team would not be as effective as Wiggins alone.
Arthur patted Wiggins's shoulder lightly.
"That place is in your hands now, Wiggins!"
"Yes, my lord!"
