They all call me Great Master

The Swordsmanship Chief clearly remembered, when the news arrived last night, Lord Count immediately showed a smile—

'Guiding the Undead towards 'The Eternal Resting Land', and now there's an extra one that seems to have crawled out from 'The Eternal Resting Land'?

It seems our Mr. Kledos is also a tender person!

He...

was trying to find a way to resurrect his own parents!

In the 'Mystic Side', resurrection of the deceased has always been deemed taboo.

Because—

It's too dangerous!

Since the Imperial Age, every resurrection attempt has never ended well.

The slightly better outcome is the death of the ritual performer.

A more common outcome is the entire family dying together.

An even more serious case would result in the death of everyone sharing the same bloodline. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

Just like in the mid-Silver Age, the once-glorious Edward Family met with total disaster because the Edward brothers tried to resurrect their mother.

All people of the Edward Family who shared the same bloodline died overnight.

As a result, a distant relative with little blood relation, in name only, 'Bert' inherited the title, land—what was left after being devoured.

Nobody expected that this 'Count Bert' could restore the glory of the Edward Family.

After all, what he inherited wasn't even a farm.

It was a...

Mill.

And one so decrepit that many factions looked down upon it.

But relying on that very mill, 'Count Bert', considered a country bumpkin, spent ten years becoming the true Count Bert, founding a Bert Family that could not be ignored.

Some rumored that the country bumpkin Count Bert had inherited the Edward Family's secret legacy.

Others whispered that Count Bert actually carried the Edward Family's bloodline, and thus was protected by the land.

Otherwise, why would a meteor fall from the sky to crush thirty thousand rebels to ashes during their decisive battle with the rebels?

Everyone thought the country bumpkin Count Bert was doomed at that time; a fight of 1000 against 30,000—anyone would know the outcome.

But it was this incredible reversal that cemented the bumpkin as the Lord Count.

And this miraculous turnaround only made the 'Bert Family'.

The Edward Family?

They still turned to dust in history.

Therefore, as the Swordsmanship Chief and Countess of South Los, Julie was here.

She needed to remind Arthur—

"Death will not be trifled with!

All reversals are taboo!

Even that one from the 'Death Poetry Society', who pridefully calls himself 'Child of Death', cannot... So please be cautious, Kledos advisor."

Observing the solemn appearance of the swordsmanship chief before him.

Arthur instantly understood the purpose of her appearance at the doorstep of No. 2 Cork Street.

She had mistaken him for wanting to resurrect his 'parents'.

No!

It was the Earl of South Los who had made that assumption about him.

If possible, Arthur wouldn't mind completing the 'Kledos Family' for the sake of gratitude, but he was aware of such a 'Death Taboo.'

Many of the books in the secret chamber of Yumir Manor had mentioned this.

Therefore, without absolute certainty, Arthur would never attempt it.

However, that was something he knew.

When facing others, of course, he had to 'act' accordingly—

"Hmm, I won't!

I will absolutely not meddle with 'Death'!"

Arthur affirmed with utmost certainty, his tone decisive.

Then, the young 'Spirit Medium' emphasized.

"Accident!

It was all an accident!"

"That's good!"

The Female Swordmaster smiled and nodded, then————

"It was a pleasure to meet you.

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"I hope next time we can share a drink and be merry!"

Without further pleasantries, the Female Swordmaster briskly left with the Countess's guards. Arthur, with a smile still on his face, saw them off before heading back to No. 2 Cork Street.

But the moment the door closed, an additional hint of playfulness crept into Arthur's smile.

'The Lord Count is a bit too sensitive!'

In the past, his interactions with the 'Countess' were mostly facilitated by Marinda acting as an intermediary, but now Julie had suddenly appeared, bypassing Marinda entirely.

This made it clear that the Countess had begun to take him seriously.

She had placed him within the scope of those she deemed necessary to observe.

For Arthur, who was just starting out, this wasn't good news.

So, make the best of a bad job.

He had to give that Mother Tigress something to hold onto, to put her at ease.

'Arthur Kredos, who is obsessed with 'resurrecting his parents,' starts to dabble in death, researches death, and even inherited the contemporary 'Black Cat' of the 'Cat Faction.Black' precisely because of this, is much safer than the one who accumulates power and recruits subordinates.'

Alas!

I'm not a bad person.

I just lack a sense of security.'

Arthur sighed to himself.

He had even guessed what kind of measures the Mother Tigress would use to 'lure' his 'obsession.'

'When the time comes, show the appropriate 'struggle'—as the contemporary 'Black Cat' Arthur and as a son to his 'parents,' it is essential to swing between duty and familial love!'

With this in mind, Arthur's gaze shifted to Bob and Wiggins, who had finished their conversation.

"Sir, based on your requirements and current conditions, 30 'Death Warriors' will take about three months—mainly because a considerable amount of time is spent in the initial selection. They need to undergo at least three months of intensive training within our company at the docks to effectively improve the success rate of the Death Soldier Potion," said Bob.

"Three months?

That's acceptable!"

Leave professional matters to the professionals. This had always been Arthur's principle, as long as he retained control over the final result.

"For those who are eliminated, don't waste them; integrate them into the standard security team—you can discuss with Malz and Kuke. They certainly wouldn't mind a bit more police force.

After that, it's all about showing our professionalism when called into action.

I want the people of South Los to think of us first when they need security," Arthur reminded Bob.

It wasn't just what he said; the crux lay in communication with Malz.

Arthur did not want Bob's 'premature arrival' to be misunderstood by Malz, creating unnecessary distance.

Clearly, Bob understood what Arthur meant and immediately nodded in agreement.

As Bob and Wiggins left, Arthur gave the latter a subtle signal without leaving any trace.

Suddenly, the previously disheartened Wiggins perked up.

His look toward Bob became even more cautious.

Unlike the previous 'wariness' of mistakenly thinking his position was being replaced, this caution stemmed from the 'mission' given by the superior.

Indeed, how could the superior abandon him so easily?

He must have a more important mission!

Not only to manage Rat Street well for the superior but also to keep an eye on this stranger!

Reminded of this, as he truly left No. 2 Cork Street, Wiggins stealthily gestured to Arthur, signaling "leave everything to me."

Watching the departing pair, Arthur inwardly sighed—

'It's so hard to be the leader of a small organization!'

Arthur truly wanted to throw everything away and live the life he desired, recklessly and without concern.

Unfortunately...

That wasn't possible!

If he really did that, it would probably end up like another 'Muck Cart Murder.'

That terrible experience was enough to last a lifetime.

Another time?

Arthur respectfully declined.

So, after a brief moment of sentiment, Arthur's eyes grew sharp—

'Preparation for registering for the Swordsmanship Competition, huh?

Baron Korol, Baron Hausman, Lord Lisop, Lord Bern, Lord Ernest, Lord Dibwa, Lord Bass...

You're also preparing to register, aren't you?

I want half of your men dead before the competition even starts!'

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