They all call me Great Master

The caravan from South Los had long departed, leaving behind only the leveled patch of wilderness by the road and a large expanse of fresh blood, which seemed to recount the recent event of a "Spirit Medium" cleaving a hundred people in half with a single sword strike.

A figure stealthily emerged from the brush at the side of the road.

Even behind a mask, just by seeing the eyes one could understand the shock they expressed.

As a 'Mystic Side Person' watching over the legacy of 'Hilt Tower,' he had been following these scouts all along — planning in his heart to reap the rewards of their efforts.

This 'Mystic Side Person' could see that these scouts were definitely not simple or honest.

And indeed, they were not.

However...

Arthur suddenly appeared on the scene.

Though he had been quite distant initially, the 'Mystic Side Person' clearly saw the terrifying power of that single sword strike, and standing on the leveled field itself gave him a personal realization.

'Song of Death. Flower Sky Mad Bone. Break...

Terrifying swordsmanship!'

Looking at the blood-soaked soil and imagining himself in the scouts' shoes made this 'Mystic Side Person' break out in sweat.

There was no escape!

Absolutely no escape!

A single sword strike and certain death!

It was impossible to directly confront Arthur Kredos!

Even if one were to face him, one should never allow this 'Spirit Medium' to draw his sword!

This was the thought emerging in the heart of the 'Mystic Side Person.'

Simultaneously, such thoughts also emerged in the minds of the remaining peeping toms.

Just like this 'Mystic Side Person,' each one placed themselves in the scouts' shoes and quickly reached the same conclusion.

Each of the peeping toms shook their heads in admiration.

Every one of them subconsciously shifted their gaze to that burial mound.

They acknowledged Arthur's strength.

But it was precisely this acknowledgment that shifted their focus from the 'Hilt Tower' legacy to Arthur himself.

Why did they seek the clues to 'Hilt Tower'? For power!

So, if they could decipher the secret of Arthur's strength, it would serve the same purpose!

Even more, it would be more convenient and safe!

Because, they wouldn't need to face Arthur!

Thus, the peeping toms focused intently on that burial mound.

Maybe those corpses held more clues?

Maybe I could decipher something from them?

If I can decipher even a bit, I could become as powerful as that 'Spirit Medium'!

Nearly every one of the peeping toms thought this way.

They had boundless confidence.

They always thought they were special.

Even among these peeping toms, some were already fantasizing that if they could uncover the secret of Arthur's power, they could defeat him and conveniently seize the 'Hilt Tower' legacy!

Prideful and foolishly blind.

These emerged peeping toms eyed each other and slowly moved towards the burial mound; as the first one began to dig, the others became even more desperate to do so.

Each one dug with all their might, some using swords, others using daggers, and some barehanded.

Huff, huff!

Intense breathing merged into a continuous sound.

Not from exhaustion, but from excitement.

A dense aura of vitality gathered in such breathing, quickly reaching the threshold set by Arthur's 'Pit of Death'—

Hidden within the mound, two 'Pits of Death' on a particular corpse were almost simultaneously activated.

One 'Pit of Death' released 'Deathly Fire' that incinerated the corpses within the mound, feeding all the death qi to another 'Pit of Death' containing 'Death Qi Slash'!

Whizz!

In the clear ringing of a sword, dense death qi spread all around.

The peeping toms who were digging immediately realized something was wrong.

They wanted to retreat at once.

But, it was too late.

They were fast.

But the sword qi was faster.

An arc of pure white Sword Qi shot out from the mound, instantly sweeping across the bodies of these people.

Thud, thud thud!

It was almost a replay of the scene where they had been bisected at the waist.

These Peeping Toms no longer possessed their previous greed and confidence; all that was left were their wails.

Then, a scroll rolled down from the mound.

The unsecured scroll unfurled as it tumbled.

In blood-red lettering, it read—

Disturb the peace of the dead, and die!

The words were written by finger.

Within the crimson, each character was tinged with an indescribable ominousness, making anyone who saw them feel uneasy, especially the word "die," which seemed cursed in itself.

Or more accurately...

It was indeed a curse!

Seeing this word, those Peeping Toms who were better hidden and had not revealed themselves quickly retreated.

Fujin observed this scene closely.

A few minutes later, Arthur reappeared at the site.

The young 'Spirit Medium' looked at the corpses on the ground with a look of helpless compassion in his eyes.

"Greed is a poison; it corrupts your soul and leads you astray in your pursuit of power."
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In a soft sigh, the young 'Spirit Medium' began once more to soothe the souls of the deceased—

Compared to merely acquiring some money before.

This time, the gains were much more substantial.

Fifteen scrolls, even if they were all low-level ones like "Flame Arrows" and "Ice Arrows," just sharing a small portion of them was far more valuable than the total of the previous monetary gains.

Six bottles of low-level Healing Potions, Arthur accepted them without rejection.

The only regret for Arthur was the lack of Arcane Artifacts.

Clearly, these Peeping Toms were still insignificant.

Immediately, Arthur looked forward with anticipation.

He was looking forward to the next actors to take the stage.

Thus, he gratefully allowed these 'Mystic Side Persons' a peaceful rest in the earth, again writing the words "Disturb the peace of the dead, and die," and adding a "Minor Curse Technique" from the "Pit of Death."

Unlike before when he had used "Hand of Void" to secretly insert it into the mound.

This time, Arthur wrote it openly and placed it into a new, small mound.

Then, Arthur stood in front of the two mounds, large and small, softly blessing the deceased.

After all, if you're going to play a part, you need to play it fully!

Washing feet, of course, one must reach the third floor!

Arthur did not know if anyone would be watching this place, but what he intended was that even if someone did, they would only see a young, straightforward, simple, and kind 'Spirit Medium' with a compassionate heart.

By the time Arthur returned to the caravan, the caravan had already neared 'Yumir Manor.'

"Has someone really disturbed the eternal rest of the dead?"

The driver, Edwin, noticing the mud-stained outer coat on Arthur, furrowed his brows, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"They have received their due punishment—

In front of death, everyone is equal."

Arthur sighed softly.

As for him having destroyed the mound and set a trap using the corpses inside?

That was different!

He did it for protection!

With different intentions, naturally, it doesn't count, does it?

"May they rest in peace!"

Edwin immediately guessed the fate of those fellows, and the driver had no further reactions; the journey afterward was extremely smooth.

When the caravan reached the entrance to 'Yumir Manor' ravine, Edwin began to direct the caravan to camp temporarily.

A single-person carriage could still barely make it into the ravine, but the freight wagons certainly could not.

Therefore, they had to unload the large cache of munitions out and re-load them onto the wagons.

And this would take at least a day's labor.

After all, it included twenty Little Emperor Cannons—these cannons were of utmost importance and the most laborious task.

Edwin began arranging for the transportation of munitions, purchase of Food, and setting up night watch.

Just then, as Edwin, who was directing his subordinates, and the squad leaders in the caravan were getting organized, they suddenly heard the young 'Spirit Medium' say—

"They're here!"