They all call me Great Master

Clatter, clatter.

The carriage wheels rolled over the gravel road, and unbeknownst to the coachman, a heavy rain had begun, making him exceedingly cautious. He didn't even bother to don his raincoat, instead brightening the carriage lamps and controlling the speed as best as he could.

Because the coachman was well aware that the boss sitting inside the carriage was not a forgiving person.

Especially tonight, the coachman distinctly noticed something off about his boss.

It was a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Even, when boarding the carriage, he had almost tripped.

The coachman didn't know what his boss was up to; he was just a coachman whose only duty was to deliver his boss to the destination.

As for the rest?

It was none of his business.

Nor did he dare to meddle.

"Hurry up! Speed up!"

The shout from inside the carriage forced the reluctant coachman to accelerate—he wanted to explain that the rain was too heavy, but he dared not.

Feeling the carriage picking up speed again, Todd Gili snorted coldly.

He then stopped paying attention to the so-called clever coachman.

However, he had made his decision.

After tonight, he would replace the coachman.

He didn't need someone who took liberties.

Besides, after tonight, he would be Lord Gili.

He would no longer be just a businessman.

He wouldn't have to rely on the "Jorge Jock Swordsmanship Club" for a living anymore.

He would live a richer, more carefree life.

Because he had ingratiated himself with a big shot!

Even Todd Gili himself had not expected that Lord Lisop's butler would seek him out and entrust him with a task.

Without any hesitation, Todd Gili had agreed.

To think, this was the son of a lord!

Although it felt somewhat wrong to that 'Spirit Medium,' it was better than letting himself down.

Of course, he was also cautious of the 'Spirit Medium's' mysterious nature, but the butler had assured him—he would definitely be safe.

Suddenly, the owner of the swordsmanship club had no more worries about the future.

Nobles cannot be trusted!
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Of course, Todd Gili had heard this saying before.

But at this moment, Todd Gili's eyes were already blinded by greed, his palm resting on the side of a chest, fingers tapping lightly.

He was completely lost in the beautiful fantasies of the future.

Why can nobles not be trusted?

This is why nobles cannot be trusted!

Greed, the original sin.

"Hurry up, you lazy thing!"

Opening the carriage door and looking at the heavy rain outside, Todd Gili barked.

The coachman hurriedly jumped down from the carriage to hold an umbrella over Todd Gili.

The whole process was quick enough.

But Todd Gili still felt it was slow.

This made Todd Gili even more convinced that he should dismiss the coachman immediately, yet considering he needed a ride back tonight, he decided to stick with the original plan and dismiss him tomorrow—but he would dock his pay for tonight.

'Huh, why is there a big banyan tree here?

Was it here before?

I think it was!'

Todd Gili felt a bit dizzy but didn't take it to heart, thinking he was just overwhelmed with the preparations for the "Swordsmanship Competition" these days and too excited for tonight.

Standing in front of No. 2 Cork Street, he held a small chest in one hand and straightened his attire with the other.

Then, he rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong~

The brass bell engraved with a blessing under a chimera sounded a clear ringing, which carried far even in the heavy rain.

About two to three seconds later, the door opened—

The young 'Spirit Medium,' holding her Orange Cat, stood in the corridor, the candlelight illuminating her figure, which seemed softer against the backdrop of Pendragon.

"Good evening, Lord Kledos!

"I came for our agreement!"

Standing outside, the owner of the Swordsmanship Club revealed a humble yet enthusiastic smile, just like the one he wore the afternoon he first met Arthur.

He wanted to make Arthur feel at ease.

But...

Looking at the other person's smile, Arthur inexplicably thought of the encounter at the Red Rose Restaurant that noon—the sliced cheese teeming with writhing maggots.

Instantly, Arthur's good mood was completely gone.

He had almost forgotten about it.

But now, the person in front of him reminded him of it again.

If it weren't for the plans that followed, he would stuff a handful of live maggots into the other's mouth right now.

"Hmm, good evening."

Arthur nodded and stepped aside to clear the hallway.

Todd Gili was somewhat perplexed as to why Arthur was so indifferent.

After all, he had come to fulfill their agreement.

After all, it was Arthur who had requested this.

Could something unexpected have occurred?

Already apprehensive, Todd Gili, carrying a small box, walked toward No. 2 Cork Street with great trepidation. However, before entering, the owner of the Swordsmanship Club did not forget to stamp his feet, making himself appear a bit cleaner—even though he had done the same before, it felt like it had a special significance this time.

It seemed...

like a ritual.

A ritual of becoming someone superior.

Almost immediately after stamping his feet, Todd Gili's nervousness disappeared.

This was evident in Todd Gili's reaction upon seeing the Crimson Painting, the fierce deer head, the war armor, and the terrifying appearance of 'Ms. Anna.'

The other party was undoubtedly entering No. 2 Cork Street for the first time.

Logically speaking, he should have been as startled as ordinary people by Old Charlie's arrangement.

Indeed, at first, the owner of the Swordsmanship Club was truly taken aback.

But he quickly calmed down.

The way he moved forward was almost serene.

'Terrifying greed!'

Watching the state the owner of the Swordsmanship Club had achieved through something akin to self-hypnosis, a sincere exclamation formed in Arthur's heart—human potential is infinite, especially when the goal is within reach, it can awaken boundless potential.

Arthur agreed with this statement.

But he didn't think it was accurate enough.

He believed that 'potential' should be replaced with 'desire.'

Desire is the engine of humans!

Relentless!

Endless!

"Lord Kledos, please forgive my tardiness—you know, knowledge is immensely valuable, particularly knowledge about swordsmanship.

It took me a great effort to find these two items."

Todd Gili emphasized again.

Arthur did not dispute this.

Knowledge is immensely valuable, a universally recognized fact.

Even learning ordinary text requires spending far more money than in other industries.

As for knowledge of swordsmanship?

True swordsmanship knowledge has long involved 'Mystic Side knowledge,' which is invaluable in itself since swordsmanship was originally developed by nobles to stimulate their descendants' bloodlines.

Although there have been some changes due to the passage of time, the essence has not changed.

Therefore, the value is still extremely high.

Even now, Arthur would not ignore it.

After all, his 'Serpent of Death' bloodline still carried the labels 'thin' and 'fragmentary.'

Seeing that Arthur finally showed interest, Todd Gili did not hesitate at all and immediately opened the small box, taking out the scroll and spreading it out in front of Arthur.

Almost instantly, text began to emerge before Arthur's eyes—

[Secret Technique Discovered: Swift Bird Breathing Technique!]

[Secret Technique Discovered: Swift Bird Meditation!]

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