They all call me Great Master

Freeman's face blossomed with an enthusiastic smile as he respectfully placed a registration form before Arthur and diligently pointed to where a signature was needed.

"Just sign here, please."

Between the words, a sense of 'pride' inexplicably emerged on the visage of the Newborn Blood Descendant.

To this Newborn Blood Descendant, the stronger Arthur was, the stronger it proved his 'father' to be—everyone knew that cooperation was based on the equality of strength between both parties.

And the stronger his 'father' was, the safer he himself would be.

Even if his 'father' didn't acknowledge him, the relationship between them was indeed real and indisputable.

Moreover, such non-acknowledgment could be mitigated.

For instance...

Take a roundabout approach!

Watching the 'Spirit Medium' signing, Freeman felt immensely grateful that he had 'correctly calculated' the profits of Rat Street in advance.

With these profits, he hoped he could establish some connection with the 'Spirit Medium' before him, right?

Freeman thought so, his smile growing more fervent.

This elicited a look of disdain from Amiel standing beside him.

'Such a tasteless fellow, not even knowing to offer this greatness a chair.'

With that thought in mind, the lady from Talin immediately rose and moved her own chair behind Arthur.

"Your Excellency, you may sit while signing."

After saying this, Amiel lowered her voice and said,

"Your Excellency, do you need a maid?

I can cook and also concoct some Magic Potions, and I have a rudimentary understanding of Alchemy..."

Amiel was introducing herself.

At this moment, Amiel was filled with regret for her 'recklessness' upon their first meeting.

If she had known how powerful Arthur was, she would have 'stated her intentions' at their first encounter.

Instead of making amends like now.

While mending the pen after the sheep is lost wasn't too late, everything spent was real.

After Arthur had signed his name and returned the form to Freeman, he calmly observed Amiel—with the young 'Spirit Medium,' the lady's impression from Talin was indelibly strong.

Not only because she had impersonated Marinda at their first meeting,

but also due to her subsequent display of 'adaptation to circumstances.'

The way she was prepared to discard her pride to survive and live better was indeed commendable.

Arthur was certain that the lady from Talin before him possessed a survival capability comparable to that of a cockroach.

Under Arthur's gaze, however, Amiel thought of even more—

'Do I need to warm the bed if I become a maid?

That's how it's depicted in those comic books.

Should I go buy some pantyhose?

Or get a maid outfit tailored for easy wear?

One wouldn't be enough; what if it gets dirty and needs to be washed, so two easy-wear maid outfits will do, and two pairs of pantyhose!

That's another significant expense!

After buying these, I might not have enough left for the newly released 'Dangerous Liaisons' comic book this month... Should I 'calculate' the income from Rat Street like Freeman?

Not too much, but enough to buy lots of comic books!

Especially that collector's edition 'Eye-Opener' I've had my eyes on for so long!'

The thoughts of the Talin-born lady dwelled on her favorite comic books, and upon recalling their content, she immediately flushed with embarrassment.

'Hey, hey, hey, why are you blushing?

You're not projecting yourself into some bizarre role, are you?'

Arthur thought critically, but outwardly he remained calm.

Since their relationship was only casual, any extra words were unnecessary.

Maintaining silence, on the other hand, proved to be a decent choice.

Even so, it made the surrounding "Gifted Ones" feel envious—Amiel might have been fundamentally unreliable, but his looks were undoubtedly great, even handsome, especially his light blue eyes, which were particularly attracting.

As the person in charge of registration, Amiel certainly left a profound impression on these young men.

Many of them were even smitten.

These youngsters even decided that once the registration was over, they would try to invite Amiel.

But before they could extend their invitation, everything had already ended.

Seeing Amiel kneeling submissively and bashfully in front of Arthur, the young men, though resentful, also knew that they stood no chance.

'Hmph, what's so great about this 'Spirit Medium'?'

Many "Gifted Ones" felt sour deep down.

Compared to the "Gifted Ones," those who had already stepped into the "Mystic Side" were full of envy, amazed that someone could establish a connection with an "Entrant," which was truly remarkable.

However, among these "Mystic Side People," "Whale Slaying Sword" Kangsion and "Storm Sword" Deljo were not included.

Since his arrival, "Whale Slaying Sword" Kangsion had been recalling every scene involving Arthur and had been putting himself in the combatant's role.

The final outcome left him worried.

Because no matter how he simulated it, he would not be a match for the other party.

The power he prided himself on was completely futile against that silent "Cold Aura."

Yet to just give up like that, Kangsion found it hard to let go.

He knew well that the reward was a method to break through the shackles of the "Great Arcana Level," something he had desperately sought but never found.

If he missed this opportunity, he would likely never be able to join the ranks of "Entrants," especially after witnessing Arthur's might, for "Whale Slaying Sword," obtaining the status was now a must.

'Maybe I can…'

Suddenly, an idea flashed through the mind of "Whalen Slaying Sword."

Afterward, Kangsion no longer lingered, turning around to leave the square.

"Storm Sword" Deljo followed shortly after.

In contrast to "Whale Slaying Sword" Kangsion's worries, "Storm Sword" Deljo was in much better spirits.

He was confident that he could handle that "Cold Aura."

'Thank you to that unnamed swordsman for appearing as a stepping stone.

If it weren't for you, I too would have been turned into an ice sculpture if I had suddenly encountered such "Cold Aura," but not anymore!

However, the 'secret technique' that the 'Spirit Medium' used against the Xi Jin brothers…

What is it?'

With such curiosity, "Storm Sword" planned to have his companions gather as much information on the "Spirit Medium" as possible.

He hoped to find a shred of Spider Silk within.

Little Lisop stood amongst the crowd, watching "Whale Slaying Sword" and "Storm Sword" depart, while continuously muttering the previous words that 'he had nothing to do with that young swordsman.'

He was the very image of someone scared out of his wits.
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This caused people around to look at Little Lisop with disdain.

And that was exactly what Little Lisop wanted.

He needed such disdain.

Because he had already figured out how to deal with Arthur!

Glancing at the "Spirit Medium" under the Bell Tower from a distance, the son of a lord sneered coldly in his heart, thinking viciously—

'Rejoice! Be happy!

You'll never know what you'll face later on!

I'll make you understand what the 'reality of the world' is!'

With this in mind, the son of the lord also turned and quickly left Elta Square.

What the lord's son completely failed to notice was that as he left, the corners of the "Spirit Medium's" mouth, who had never paid him any attention, lifted ever so slightly.