They all call me Great Master

Marinda certainly recognized the bracelet in Arthur's hand. It was the very bracelet that Baron Hausman's Swordsmanship Chief had given up under pressure. Thus, Marinda never considered it hers. Including another ring and those ten chests of gold coins, Marinda had already assumed all belonged to Arthur. And now, Arthur suddenly tossed it to her. This lady certainly didn't regard it as any 'extra gift.' "Did 'Pale Hand' Glast come for this item?" Marinda asked directly. "Yes, the information I got is as such," Arthur nodded in confirmation. Immediately, the lady scrutinized the bracelet in her hand with even greater seriousness. "It has inscriptions that grant lightness… It's a passable arcane artifact. But it's hardly worth such a fuss from the likes of him, is it?" Marinda frowned, arriving at a similar conclusion as Arthur. "That's for you to investigate," Pretending to know 'nothing,' Arthur shrugged and then shifted his position to make his half-reclined figure in the chair more comfortable. Marinda, looking at Arthur, instinctively felt that this guy was setting a trap for her. But… She was a bit curious! Why not conduct a covert investigation. Marinda thought to herself, leaning back into another chair. Arthur was sleep-deprived. Marinda was exhausted. For this day, the lady had prepared too much, gone through too much, holding a mindset of absolute success, and now finally, after it was all over, an irresistible wave of fatigue washed over her. Even with secret techniques for adjustment, it couldn't change the fact that the lady's breathing became even within seconds of closing her eyes. Arthur opened one eye, glancing at Marinda. Coincidentally, at that moment, Marinda also opened one eye. After exchanging looks, both simultaneously gestured the middle finger at one another, their faces revealing an 'I knew you were pretending to sleep' expression. "One should be more sincere in dealing with others," Arthur began to take the initiative. "Hmm, I'm just wary of certain spirit mediums," Marinda retorted, insinuating that Arthur was no longer human. "If one does nothing wrong, there's no need to be wary of others. Only the petty are overly worried like that," Arthur's thick-skinned and unruffled reaction. "Hmm, my biggest wrongdoing is knowing you," Marinda addressed Arthur again with an even tone. But seeing Arthur's indifferent smile, the lady inwardly sighed. Too thick-skinned, no way to break through. The lady began to feel disinterested and asked directly, "What's the next plan?" Arthur's face turned serious, and he said straightforwardly, "Wait for nightfall!" With that, Arthur closed his eye. Marinda also closed her eyes and succumbed to sleep. This time, neither opened their eyes again. But wisps of smoke seemed to linger in the room. The corner hound was even more vigilant. Time ticked away second by second. Lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner at Caesar Manor merged into one, with music and singing never ceasing, people emboldened by alcohol started to speak freely, probing each other. When exhausted, the guest rooms allowed for quick rejuvenation. Returning to the fray, a cup of lemon tea invigorated one tremendously. Groups formed one after another. However, the most eye-catching group was centered around Arthur. Even with Arthur absent, people's gazes incessantly swept over the group. And the people in this group? Nobody cared about the gazes of others. Malz and Bob, who had been through battlefields, regarded others' gazes as a slight breeze. Kuke, Scott, Wiggins, Little Lisop, Fengter, Goodrian Ernest, Erwin Dibwa, Zhukov Bas, although young, all came from different standings and were accustomed to attention. Desa from Barny was content as long as there was food. And Haywood? This unscrupulous landlord had the thickest skin of all. "Wiggins, fetch me a glass of orange juice. Although light beer is tasty, I can hardly take any more!" Scott signaled Wiggins, then promptly wrapped his arm around Fengter's shoulder, toasting Goodrian Ernest, Erwin Dibwa, and Zhukov Bas. Scott, Wiggins, and Fengter were old acquaintances, familiar with one another since being used by the now-deceased Dockler. Goodrian Ernest, Erwin Dibwa, and Zhukov Bas? Scott knew them from the 'Swordsmanship Competition' interviews. Therefore, under Malz's indication, the young chief editor stood out to act as a social lubricant for everyone. The result? The occasional burst of laughter said it all. Bob clinked his light beer with Little Lisop's. "I hear there are quite a few desperadoes in South Town?" Bob inquired. "Yes, there are many. They hide among the miners, posing a security risk to South Town, but some of the work in the mines does need such fellows," Little Lisop nodded, very candidly. Because these were men approved by 'Kind Father.' But also precisely because these were men approved by 'Kind Father,' Little Lisop's subsequent gaze carried a probing question. Bob did not conceal anything. "I need more hands, to expand the reliable manpower for the big boss—you've seen it too, the boss's strength is indeed powerful, yet his influence has waned due to the previous 'Concealment.' I believe that if the boss had another hundred or two hundred 'Death Warriors,' it would effectively solve the problem." Wiggins had always been selecting trustworthy people from Mouse Alley. Bob did not deny the effectiveness of this approach. But the captain of the Daredevil Team still felt the need for more speed—It didn't matter before, but after witnessing the 'energy' that Arthur possessed, the former captain's mindset underwent a complete change. He acknowledged the words of his old friend and became wholeheartedly convinced. Therefore, he hoped he could prove his worth as well as ensure that everything Arthur possessed was impenetrable. Bob, who had seen the dirty tricks among the Nobles, was clear that eventually the Earl of South Los would become restless as Arthur continued to display his 'energy.' Therefore, a hundred Death Warriors became the insurance. With these hundred Death Warriors spread across South Los, Arthur would be absolutely safe, and they would be too. Unless the Earl of South Los didn't want to keep the South Los Territory and was willing to go down with it. Of course, what if a hundred Death Warriors weren't enough? Then two hundred! Little Lisop immediately understood what Bob meant. The young Lord nodded solemnly. "Leave it to me." Bob was aware of the Nobles' treachery. Little Lisop knew it even better. Meanwhile, Kuke, who sat to the side, picked up his lemon tea and called over Scott, Wiggins, and Haywood— "My father used to be a Bounty Hunter; he had some methods for training people. As long as one grits their teeth and endures, just four weeks of persistence can greatly improve one's strength." The new Police Chief of Dort District cut straight to the point. Immediately, Scott, Wiggins, and Haywood's eyes lit up. They were all too aware of their own weaknesses. Strength! With an opportunity to improve, they certainly wouldn't pass it up. "What about you, Kuke?" Scott expressed appropriate skepticism. "I'm afraid of pain, so I didn't dare try it at the time." Kuke's cheeks turned a little red. Then, looking at the three men in front of him with an increasingly serious expression, he said, "So, the four of us have to persist. Whoever drops out first will be a lifetime coward!" The three immediately nodded. Especially Haywood, who murmured to himself. "A bit of pain is better than losing one's life, right? I'm in! I want to follow the Lord and see a broader horizon. Moreover, when the young master is born, he'll need knights like me to guard him." Haywood's previous words were resolute. The latter sentence, however, was met with a series of eye rolls. "When Arthur's child is born, as Arthur's good friend, I believe I can be the child's mentor!" Scott declared his position. "Well, I can teach the child the ways of street survival." This was Wiggins. "I'm not too knowledgeable about these things, but I think my father still has some collection, and I feel I could give some to Arthur's future child as a gift." Kuke was quite modest. This conversation wasn't hidden from the others. Even Malz, who had been quietly observing with a smile, was moved. Arthur's child! Unconsciously, everyone's already united hearts were twisted even tighter. It seemed like they had a larger, more distant goal to strive for. Arthur, who had used the excuse of looking after Marinda to hide in his room, stretched lazily and stood up from his chair, looking towards Marinda who had long been ready. "It's the first time I've seen someone who can sleep soundly even while sitting in a chair." Marinda muttered. "That's because you haven't seen enough! There's a girl who can sleep on a rope!" Arthur countered seriously. "Sleeping on a rope? That must be the practice of some Secret Technique! Such a technique would surely make one's body lighter and more agile, with a great sense of balance, transforming swordsmanship into something deceptive and unpredictable, and wielding weapons like the Soft Whip becomes even more difficult to defend against!" After pondering, Marinda said. "Yeah, something like that." Arthur said, and he put down Pendragon. He didn't want to bring a cat along to explore the ruins, especially not Pendragon. Even if he felt he already knew enough about that place. "It's not that I don't want to take you there. But, Pan, you have a more important task! Stay here and wait for me to return! This is a mission critical to daddy's life and death, understand?" Arthur spoke softly, raising his hand to comfort Pendragon, who wanted to accompany him. "Meow!" Pendragon's eyes shone, and he immediately jumped onto the table, puffing his chest out proudly. "Good kitty!" Arthur chuckled, stretching out his right index finger and rubbing Pendragon's forehead. Watching Arthur carefully instructing Pendragon, Marinda suddenly understood why Pendragon was so fond of Arthur. Of course, understanding was one thing. Yet, there was still a hint of sourness. 'Hmph, think you're great just because you have a cat?' Marinda huffed coldly, igniting her pipe. After taking a deep draw of smoke, she blew it out— Poof! A large ring of smoke appeared in the room, and Marinda took Arthur's hand and stepped forward. Instantly, the two vanished.