They all call me Great Master

Since Arthur had already entered Elta Square, how could his eyes not follow?

Fujin, hidden at the top of the Bell Tower, overlooked Elta Square, taking in every expression and performance; everything was under his gaze.

Those 'Gifted Ones'.

Those 'Mystic Side People'.

Of course, that also included Little Lisop and three other Noble nephews.

Let's not mention those three Nobles trapped in a dilemma.

'Whale Slaying Sword' Kangsion and 'Storm Sword' Deljo, as well as Little Lisop, Arthur could guess what they intended to do. Your next journey awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

However, compared to the first two, Arthur was looking forward to what Little Lisop would do even more.

The other party would certainly resort to what they do best by habit.

The whole 'Noble Trick' set.

Arthur had been looking forward to it for a long time.

'Come on!

It must be quick!

Don't let me down!'

Arthur silently thought to himself as Wuni, who was standing by, followed him.

Although he derogatorily called the 'Noble Rules' a 'Noble Trick', it did not prevent Arthur from paying close attention to every word and action of the other party.

He needed to know what they were doing and when.

Then, he would be able to take effective countermeasures.

He might even have some unexpected gains!

Arthur thought to himself, his gaze turning towards the entrance of Elta Square—after the young 'Spirit Medium' had attracted most people's attention, the lady quietly descended from the Bell Tower and came to the carriage by the entrance of the square.

Upon seeing Arthur's gaze, the lady smiled brightly and waved her hand.

Arthur immediately smiled back.

He then nodded to Freeman and Amiel before getting up and heading towards Marinda.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Arthur and Marinda, in an intimate posture, headed towards the carriage.

Amiel watched Arthur depart, her eyes reflecting a sense of loss—

Thighs!

The glittering golden thighs were drifting away from her!

If it weren't for Marinda's presence, she would have definitely slid over and clung to those glittering golden thighs.

What about the embarrassment with so many people looking?

What is there to be embarrassed about?

Some people can kneel in front of a crowd at a construction site and ask someone to be their godfather!

Her, Amiel, merely wanted to cling to a pair of thighs, so what?

Was there anything wrong with it?

No!

A secure thigh was key to living a life of complacency!

This was the lifelong pursuit of her, Amiel!

"Stop looking, or Miss Caesar will find trouble with you!"

Freeman warned.

It wasn't that he and Amiel were particularly close, but a hands-off supervisor like Amiel was hard to find. If he had to replace her, his plans would definitely be delayed substantially, not to mention the added complexity in warming relations with his father.

Amiel did not respond, simply bowing her head to pack her things.

Because she knew Freeman was telling the truth.

She had heard quite a few rumors about the 'Lady of the Eternal Night'—the previous daring to impersonate her was because she had the orders of the Lord Count.

But now there was no Lord Count to back her up!

'Sigh, I'd better go back and revisit the new painting book I got!

Only the world within the painting book can heal my wounded soul!'

Amiel once again immersed herself into a certain role, starting to feel sorry for herself.

Freeman was used to it and didn't care at all.

But the surrounding youths looked at Amiel's desolate expression and then at Marinda, who was so intimate with Arthur—their eyes were red with jealousy—

"Is that the 'Lady of the Eternal Night'?"

"Sure enough, she has the unconventional beauty that rumors say she does."

"Damn it, what's with that 'Spirit Medium'? Why do both Lady Amiel and Miss Caesar look at him differently?"

"Being strong makes you amazing, huh?"

"Looking handsome gives you the right to do whatever you want, huh?"

…

Such voices, of course, could not escape Arthur's ears.

He really wanted to tell these youths that being strong truly made one amazing, and being handsome indeed gave one the freedom to do as one pleased, but regrettably, he knew during these carefree years of their youth, their pride was such that they would absolutely not take his words to heart.

Therefore, he chose to express himself through actions—

Arthur, who was walking side by side with Marinda, suddenly raised his hand.

He didn't actually touch Marinda, but from behind, it looked as though he had placed it on her waist.

"Childish!"

That was Marinda's comment.

This lady had also heard what the youths were saying.

So, she didn't object but rather played along.

After all, this was also beneficial for her, as it helped her to better cleanse her 'sullied reputation.'

Thus, when Marinda turned her head and her deep blue eyes looked at Arthur, they rippled like a lake disturbed by a gentle breeze.

This scene was witnessed by the youths in the square.

Immediately, their hearts shattered in that moment.

They each became utterly dispirited.

Arthur and Marinda, on the other hand, climbed onto their carriage with smiles, and as the coachman Edwin cracked his whip, the carriage slowly pulled away—

"I hope this state of theirs won't affect the official match tomorrow afternoon."

"Don't worry, the hearts of youths are quite resilient— when a better-looking or entirely new lady appears before them, they will bounce back."

Arthur said this as he adjusted his sitting position.

When facing his collaborator Marinda, Arthur had long since stopped sitting up straight and instead made himself comfortable in whatever way he pleased.

Marinda did the same.

The lady laid back in her chair and, after packing some tobacco into her pipe, began to puff out thick clouds of smoke.

After the pipe had flickered several times, the lady spoke again—

"Arthur, what do you think about 'Bounty Tavern'?"

"Fifty-five points," Arthur replied.

At the moment Marinda spoke, Arthur knew exactly what this woman was scheming.

It was nothing more than to incorporate 'Bounty Tavern' into her sphere of influence.

Of course, Arthur had no objections to this.

He was not one to scorn the prospect of his power growing.

"How about I give you it all?

Fifty-five points?

Do you know how much I invested in the early stage?

Do you know how much I need to invest for maintenance afterwards?

Twenty-three points!"

Marinda rolled her eyes, ranted a bunch, and then threw out a price.

The twenty-three and the remaining five, Arthur didn't inquire.

Because, the young Spirit Medium knew, that five was for the Lord Count.

Merchants like Marinda, who wanted to make a living in South Los, had to follow certain rules.

Him?

He was an exception, at least for the time being.

Not because the Countess looked at him differently.

But because his business...

Was too small!

Although 'Mr. Wu's Exchange' had opened, it was still some time away from turning a profit, and 'Miss Qiu's Security Company' was in the same boat.

However, as things progressed, he would probably have to learn from Marinda.

Unless…

Thinking of something, Arthur suddenly lowered his voice and asked—

"What's your view on South Town?"