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In the southern corner of Elta Square stood men from the houses of "Lord Ernest," "Lord Dibwa," and "Lord Bass."

They were the second son of "Lord Ernest."

The nephew of "Lord Dibwa."

The nephew of "Lord Bass."

All three of them possessed 'Succession Rights', but would never become the 'Heir'.

In front of them, there were at least four to five successors in line.

Therefore, after learning about the rewards for the 'Swordsmanship Competition' Champion, they took their chances here.

Moreover, because of the Earl of South Los's 'preference' towards Arthur, these three nobles allied with the Earl couldn't exercise their 'Noble Privilege'.

They could only rely on their own abilities.

Won?

They would naturally acquire the title of 'Knight'.

Lost?

That was just due to lack of talent.

In any case, with the Earl of South Los's intervention, there was a rare display of 'fairness' between Arthur and the three noble youths.

Marinda's gaze swept past these three.

What truly made the lady ponder were the contestants from the north corner, representing "Lord Lisop" and "Lord Bern."

There stood Little Lisop, far from robust like his father, dressed impeccably, smiling and greeting the merchants seeking connections.

Clearly, those who shared the same thoughts as the owner of 'Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club' were not in the minority.

Around Little Lisop stood four distinct individuals.

A young man with an expressionless, icy demeanor, holding the hilt of his sword behind Little Lisop—he was the 'Servant' of the Lisop Family.

He was also one of the participants in the 'Swordsmanship Competition'.

The remaining three, with their tanned skin clearly weathered by wind, rain, and sun, making their features more rugged, stood in the three front positions to the left and right.

Even though they were dressed in western suits, the jewelry on their ears and hair revealed that they lived at sea for many years.

Pirates!

Marinda recognized the origins of these three at a glance.

She had known before that the three sons of the Bern Family were in constant conflict.

But she hadn't expected things to escalate to this point.

They even dared to use the power of pirates.

'Aren't they afraid of being hanged?'

The lady's eyes narrowed slightly with danger—she had no fondness for pirates whatsoever.

When her business was just getting started, these scoundrels caused her no small amount of trouble.

So, when she gained power, she turned four Pirate Islands into her private territory.

The dead pirates fed the fish.

The living pirates grew sugar cane for her during regular times.

Of course, the most important role of these living pirates was still to let her newly enlisted guards 'taste blood'—after a relatively mild first bloodshed experience, they would be much more likely to survive in battle thereafter.

Therefore, to give her own people a better chance of survival,

Marinda would regularly hunt for pirates.

It could be said that their identities had long determined that their struggle would be to the death.

And now?

Pirates had appeared before her.

Marinda was holding back from taking action.

She knew she could not disturb the 'Swordsmanship Competition' held in high regard by the Countess.

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And her?

She needed to consider the Bern Family's affairs.

Her partner's price wasn't low, and coincidentally, she also needed a complete estate to match her Baroness's status.

As for Baron Kemir's estate?

That place was too old and broken, not befitting her status.

More importantly, Baron Kemir's estate was not close to South Los.

While this did not hinder her travels, it would impede the hosting of the 'Lady of the Long Night Salon'—compared to the minor affairs at number 6 White Bird Street, the lady preferred to hold salons within her own estate.

Of course, she would invite the Countess in advance.

Even with secrecy, it must be done "open and aboveboard."

Just like her partner.

Thinking of Arthur, the lady's brow furrowed slightly.

'Arthur, why haven't you come yet?

This guy couldn't have overslept, could he?'

Marinda guessed, puffing on her pipe.

Similarly, Little Lisop, who was dealing with the merchants around him, also wondered why Arthur hadn't arrived yet.

'Is it because he needs to treat his wounds, so as not to be detected by others?

Or...

Did others, just like him, use some little tricks to delay the 'Spirit Medium's' journey?'

Little Lisop's gaze involuntarily swept across the corners of the east and west sides of the square.

If someone made a move in advance, in Little Lisop's eyes, it could only be one of these two houses.

As for the 'Bern Family'?

Although he had already formed an alliance with the 'Bern Family,' deep down, Little Lisop still looked down on the 'Bern Family' for their vulgarity and ignorance.

How dare they collaborate with pirates!

Wait to be hanged by Mother Tigress!

Little Lisop glanced at the three pirates representing the 'Bern Family,' their faces full of defiance, and his contempt for the 'Bern Family' grew.

Without a doubt, with the death of Old Burne,

The 'Bern Family' was definitely doomed.

Should he take action?

He must take action!

But he had to be careful not to alert the Earl!

Little Lisop's mind was racing, but when dealing with the merchants, he was impeccable.

Even if he despised them in his heart.

He still needed to maintain the necessary demeanor.

Just like the man in front of him who claimed to be the owner of the 'Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club,' who actually wanted to discuss with him about seizing the championship of the Swordsmanship Competition!

'Ignorant insects!

They have no idea what this 'Swordsmanship Competition' signifies!'

Thinking this, the son of the lord still smiled warmly.

"Of course, if there is a chance, we must collaborate!"

The words of Little Lisop delighted the owner of the 'Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club'.

"It is an honor to meet you here," he said.

In his excitement, the owner of the 'Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club' bowed again.

He even forgot that Little Lisop had already said such words several times before.

Time passed by the minute and second.

Soon, there were less than 10 minutes left until 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Freeman, in charge of registration, couldn't help but stand up once more to look out toward Elta Square.

For anything related to his 'father,' Freeman was concerned.

And this was already the seventh time this 'Newborn Bloodline' had done so.

This made Amiel, who was beside him, rub his temples.

Lady Talin, who had stayed up all night reading novels, just wanted to go home and catch up on sleep—the story of the detective Truman was quite intriguing.

She hadn't expected that everything was manipulated.

But such an interesting novel wasn't officially published.

Instead, it was privately printed by the author at his own cost.

That author named 'Garcia' has always been very poor, right?

Why does he suddenly have money?

And just as Lady Talin from Talin was pondering this, she clearly sensed the heavy breathing of Freeman beside her.

Immediately, Amiel, who had been 'slacking off,' straightened up and simulated a serious demeanor.

Because, allowing Freeman to undergo such changes at this moment, there was only one possibility—

The 'Spirit Medium' had arrived!