They all call me Great Master

Arthur immediately noticed Jimte's gaze.

Instantly, Arthur frowned in secret.

Because the other's gaze was so strange.

Such excitement was definitely not what one should feel upon seeing a stranger!

But Arthur was certain he had never met the person before!

As Arthur was still puzzled, Jimte had already dismounted, the emissary of the Marquess of Seberlin walked briskly to the front of the mountain stream, removed his wide-brimmed hat decorated with a bunch of white feathers, raised his hands, and revealed his chest wrapped in blue uniform.

As Jimte dismounted, the muzzles of the convoy members' firearms were vaguely aimed at the noble emissary.

And at this moment, Jimte opened his arms, almost as if he were welcoming the muzzles.

"I come on behalf of the Marquess of Seberlin!

I have no ill intent!

Only to visit Lord Arthur Kredos!"

Jimte stood there, saying loudly with a smile on his face.

A face with no sharp angles inherently carried a charm, and coupled with his pale skin and the current smile, it was very easy to gain the favor of strangers.

However, Arthur and Edwin remained on guard.

A smile was not a big deal.

But a person who could still smile in the face of hundreds of aimed firearms was definitely no ordinary person.

Especially his consistently calm demeanor, which was enough to suggest he was confident of victory.

Edwin casually glanced at Arthur.

Arthur's demeanor remained calm as he nodded slightly.

Strange as the other's gaze was, the scene before him was nonetheless a step in his plan, and naturally, it would not change.

Following Arthur's nod, Edwin waved his hand.

The convoy members standing in the middle immediately lowered their firearms and made way.

Jimte stepped forward without hesitation.

But the emissary of the Marquess of Ainhars following behind him wore a look of disdain.

It was disdain both for Jimte's loss of dignity when treating commoners as a noble and for Arthur's easy trust in others.

If it were him?

He would definitely give the order to fire.

Noble Honor?

Isn't slaying enemies on the battlefield also noble honor?

Arthur keenly sensed the hostility in the eyes of the Marquess of Ainhars' envoy.

The young 'Spirit Medium' naturally guessed what the other was thinking.
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Nobles are not to be trusted!

That phrase was not simply said in jest.

However, Arthur was more concerned with Jimte, who had now approached him.

Compared to his previous composure, the excitement in Jimte's eyes became even more apparent as he got closer —

"Arthur, I've finally met you!"

Jimte spoke in a lowered voice.

Arthur became even more perplexed.

"Eagle Eye," "Insight" flickered repeatedly, but all he saw was sincerity, no deceit, which meant the other person seemed probably, perhaps, truly recognized him?

"May I have the honor of visiting your manor?"

While Arthur was puzzled, Jimte asked aloud.

Clearly, there were some things not convenient to discuss in front of everyone.

Arthur, with curiosity in his heart, naturally wouldn't refuse.

"Of course!"

Arthur nodded and turned, entering the mountain stream, with Jimte quickly following.

And in the moment they entered the mountain stream, the special envoy from the Marquess of Seberlin could not hold back any longer —

"Arthur, I am Jimte Norvia!

You must be familiar with the surname Norvia, right?"

Norvia?

Baron Norvia?

The Baron Norvia who slaughtered the entire town alone after the tax collector was hanged, killing probably more than 700 people?

Seeing the look in Arthur's eyes, Jimte came up with a wry smile.

"Yes, that Norvia—however, it was my grandfather's doing. My father, having inherited the title last year, has already lowered the taxes.

But none of that matters!

The important thing is, I've finally met you, Arthur!

Do you know how much I've been looking forward to this day?

Ever since I heard the deeds of Mr. Charlie from my aunt, I had always imagined how outstanding the descendants of such an excellent person, Mr. Charlie, would be!

Of course, I couldn't compare to his sons, just as I couldn't reach the heights of Mr. Charlie himself—after the 'Awakening,' the gap in age had already put an unsurpassable distance between us, but Mr. Charlie also had a grandson who was about the same age as me.

We should be evenly matched!

That was what I thought before you killed those men with one strike of your sword!

But when I saw that sword of yours filled with Death Qi, I realized how ludicrously wrong I had been; your Talent had already surpassed your young age!

Worthy of being Mr. Charlie's descendant!"

Jimte babbled on relentlessly.

Moreover, his tone grew increasingly more excited.

Even, he started to gesticulate with exuberance.

And Arthur was keenly aware of the word "aunt."

"Heh, no way, did you, an old gentleman, actually involve yourself with the Baron Norvia's hot-tempered daughter?

Weren't you afraid that the baron would run you through with his sword, leaving you cold-hearted?"

With Ms. Camille as a prelude, Arthur instantly guessed what was happening.

But precisely because he guessed it, the young 'Spirit Medium' was unwilling to believe that his grandfather could possess such charm, enough to enchant the Baron Norvia's daughter.

How did Old Charlie manage that?

No matter how Arthur thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.

"Arthur, do you know?

Initially, my grandfather stabbed Mr. Charlie three times, and Mr. Charlie had no intention of dodging at all. One of the stabs even wounded his heart.

Then, my grandfather also threw down harsh words, saying if he saw Mr. Charlie again, he would break his legs. But after Mr. Charlie healed, he broke his own legs and crawled back, going straight through the window into my aunt's room!

How passionately daring that was!"

Jimte said as he swung his fist with force.

'Old Den, you really went all out to woo a girl, huh!'

As Arthur listened, he couldn't stop sneering.

Truly. Risking his life for love!

Arthur silently gave a thumbs-up from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, as for climbing through windows, that kind of ruffian behavior, Arthur was full of disdain.

He would never do such a thing.

What about Jimte, who admired Old Charlie?

Well, just a ruffian, that's all.

That was Arthur's inward verdict.

And Jimte's monologue continued—

"Seeing Mr. Charlie once again, and watching him break his own legs, my aunt was already deeply moved.

She completely let go of the constraints of her status, hoping that Mr. Charlie would stay the night, but Mr. Charlie refused.

'I am here just to tell you I love you, not to win you over with my actions. I am willing to give you everything, but I wouldn't want you to suffer the slightest for my sake!'

What a gentleman Mr. Charlie was!

He was verily a true knight!

My aunt said, the luckiest thing in her life was meeting Mr. Charlie, she hoped I would take him as my goal and become a true knight as well!"

Jimte spoke with a clenched fist, his eyes sparkling with light.

'Hey, hey, you have a father, shouldn't you take your father as your goal?

And Old Charlie…

Rhetoric!

It was definitely rhetoric!

They definitely watched the sunrise the next day!'

Arthur sneered to himself.

Perhaps Arthur's expression was too obvious at the moment, and Jimte noticed it right away.

The son of the baron then said—

"My father, whom my aunt overthrew with a single sword, isn't worthy of being my goal. He is just a lucky guy who got the title because my aunt didn't want to inherit it."

'Has your father heard this kind of comment from you? He would be heartbroken!'

Arthur couldn't help sneering again.

"He's used to it.

In fact, all the major and minor matters within the Norvia Territory are controlled by my aunt, he is just a puppet."

Jimte spoke with calm indifference.

This time, Arthur didn't want to sneer anymore.

The young 'Spirit Medium' was at a complete loss for words.

He felt that the round-faced young man before him had probably been brainwashed by that aunt from a young age.

There was nothing worth saying to such a person.

After all, a distorted worldview is not so easily corrected.

Let's talk about the matter at hand instead!

"Did you come to 'Yumir Manor' this time for the inheritance of 'Hilt Tower'?"

Passing through the mountain stream and arriving in the manor courtyard, Arthur stopped and asked.

"That's right!

Following my aunt's instructions and leaving the Norvia Territory, I am now engaged to the Marquess of Seberlin's second daughter. As a knight, it is my duty to relieve my fiancée of her worries.

So, I am here.

But as for swordsmanship, I am far behind you, Arthur, so let's compete in this!"

Jimte raised his hand and pointed toward something in the courtyard.

'Following your aunt's instructions to leave the Norvia Territory? Buddy, come to your senses, are you sure your aunt isn't trying to get rid of unnecessary trouble and monopolize the power of Norvia Territory by sending you away?

Perhaps, the brainwashing since childhood was all part of her scheming!

Your aunt is an outright Ambitious Person!'

Arthur sneered to himself again.

However, his gaze still followed the direction of Jimte's pointing hand.

But when Arthur clearly saw that object, he was taken aback.

Huh?