They all call me Great Master

The two cavalry detachments belonging to the Marquess of West Berlin and the Marquess of Ainhars had left, and the Lady of the Long Night's convoy immediately resumed normal operations.

Apart from the necessary vigilance, the rest began preparing to continue setting up the encampment.

It was at this time that Edwin saw Arthur secretly signaling to him.

Immediately, Marinda's coachman followed Arthur briskly out of the encampment.

"Edwin, you must take people to Mount Gale Town right now.

Remember, you must stay inside Mount Gale Town!

Do not return before tomorrow morning!"

The young Spirit Medium said in a low voice while discreetly raising his hand to point at the ground.

Edwin did not look down but glanced at the ground with the corner of his eye—

Confirm safety, single line of contact.

A phrase that seemed disconnected, yet the coachman understood instantly.

Arthur needed him to contact his master Marinda using a single line of contact only after ensuring absolute safety.

What had happened?

The coachman wondered.

But he did not hesitate at all.

"Understood!"

Having said that, the coachman headed towards the encampment.

Moments later, the convoy inside the encampment set off again.

This time, they were heading to a town 15 kilometers away.

Arthur watched as the convoy left.

His words to Edwin were not a bluff.

With the appearance of Jimte and Kalal, his original 'Pyrrhic victory' plan had already changed, but the people who were peeping at the inheritance of the Hilt Tower inside Yumir Manor would not change—they were still lurking in the dark, still watching this place.

Among them, the Staff Group of the Countess of South Los was what Arthur was most concerned about.

The Staff Group, made up of three ranks, had been confirmed to have a traitor within, thanks to Freeman's testimony, but who the traitor was remained unconfirmed.

However, as time passed, the suspects were gradually being narrowed down.

And Marinda did not mind speeding up this process.

Especially since they were unable to intervene, using his hand for a screening was more than welcome.

Arthur was well aware of this.

And he had made corresponding countermeasures, originally planning to directly eliminate the dispatched Staff Group and the remaining peepers in a Death Qi rampage, thereby maintaining the image of 'Pyrrhic victory' and then taking advantage of the situation to enter the South Los Swordsmanship Competition, drawing out more people with malicious intent.

But that was before, and although the grand direction and outcome would not change, the details now must be altered.

He needed the traitor within the Staff Group to take the initiative and come forward; he needed to show his 'loyal service' to the Countess of South Los.

Only in this way could he better 'conceal' the relationship between Jimte, Kalal, and himself.

No!

He had no relationship with Jimte and Kalal.

All he was doing was merely attempting to draw out the Staff Group's traitor.

That was the focal point!

That was what everyone should pay attention to!

The skirmish between him, Jimte, and Kalal, along with the trifles due to the skirmish, would all be overshadowed by this matter.

As for whether the traitor would appear or not?

It was not important!

If they appear, all the better.

If not, no matter.

As long as he took action, as long as the Countess of South Los 'saw' it, it was enough!

For this reason, he had Edwin take people away and report to Marinda.

After erasing the words on the ground with his foot, Arthur returned to Yumir Manor.

The fire pit was lit.

Simon, Hunter, and Newt had prepared enough firewood and food.

As soon as he placed the iron pot above the fire pit, Arthur subconsciously wanted to pick up Pendragon. But when he lowered his head in search of the Orange Cat, he suddenly realized that, for safety, he had Simon look after the Orange Cat instead.

"Tsk, what a pitiful day that even Pan and I were separated!"

Arthur's heart was filled with emotion.

So, he ate an extra pot of food for dinner.

Turn sorrow into an appetite?

Yes, and no.

The Ritual of the Orange Cat was subtly taking effect.

Arthur was very aware of this.

Therefore, he did not stop it.

However, deep down, he had already made a plan to intensify his training after returning to No. 2 Cork Street—his rounding face, he could clearly feel it.

The rounding of his body was also on the agenda, thanks to the power of the Orange Cat's Ritual.

He had to find a balance!

If it were a peaceful world, Arthur wouldn't care.

After all, everyone's the same. Lay on a sofa, grab a phone, swipe through girls, happy water, and snacking on Xuan Xuan.

Fat?

That doesn't exist.

You're just seeing a new generation of youth through a biased lens.

But in this world full of dangers, it's a different story!

Arthur definitely did not want his increasing girth affecting his agility and speed!

Because such an effect could be extremely fatal at a certain moment!

Just the thought of possibly being too slow to dodge an incoming arrow or secret technique and thus losing his life, made Arthur shake his head repeatedly.

He definitely didn't want an epitaph like 'He died because he was fat' on his tombstone—Drake, with his 'nasty' character, would absolutely do it.

As for the increased strength?

With the augmentation of the Orange Cat and Cat's Grace.Orange, once he truly started training, his strength would only increase further.

"Maybe one day I can reach the level of the Golden Lion Cat."

The thought of that being who single-handedly hammered the entire Holy Court made Arthur take a deep breath to drive away the 'laziness' from the Ritual and first cleaned the iron pot he used to cook the military porridge.

"Why do you have to wash the pot after eating?

This is simply torture!"

The young 'Spirit Medium' muttered to himself as he turned up the light of the Vigilance Oil Lamp, then he placed the kettle on the hearth.

When steam began to surge, Arthur grabbed a handful of loose tea from the jar and threw it in.

Suddenly, the rich aroma of tea wafted around...

Just like that killing intent!

Atop the hollow in Yumir Manor, one figure after another appeared, some with crossbows, others with firearms.

Arrows and gun barrels were aimed at Arthur.
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There was no command.

When the first arrow shot out, what followed was a volley of arrows and bullets.

Like rain, they engulfed Arthur.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Bang bang bang!

The whistling of arrows.

The firing noises from gun barrels.

One sound after another, each one louder than the last.

The young 'Spirit Medium' yawned lazily as he sat in the chair.

He found this chair in the manor. Not only was it old-fashioned and severely chipped, but it was also spacious enough for Arthur to sit in completely. His left leg curled up and his right leg bent on that slightly worn-out chair, his hand holding the teapot rested on his raised right knee, pouring the tea effortlessly.

The dark red and murky tea flowed into the cup, like fresh blood dripping onto soil—

Disquieting night, light like beans, tea like blood.

The young 'Spirit Medium' looked at the suspended leaves in his cup and sighed lightly.

"Ah, I forgot to rinse the tea!"

Saying this, he looked regretful, picked up the cup, and flung it upward.