They all call me Great Master-Chapter 334 - 331: Attitude in the Shadows!

Arthur had three main reasons for involving the "Bandage Swordsman."

First, to make his own injury appear more realistic — only if an accident occurred while "guiding Lost Souls" could the rumors of his injury be substantiated.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to lose control of the secret technique, letting the "Bandage Swordsman" appear.

And with some subsequent searching, the second objective could be achieved —

Alert Line!

In the upcoming "Swordsmanship Finals" across the whole South County, Arthur had already laid hidden alert lines involving Jimte and Kalal.

There was no reason not to lay one in South Los as well.

None?

Then create one.

When he had Malz and Wiggins start to actively inquire about and search for the "Bandage Swordsman," such action couldn’t possibly escape the notice of others.

Naturally, this would lead to speculation.

At that time, letting the "Bandage Swordsman" collaborate a bit might just produce unexpected effects.

And the third?

The "Book of Death"!

Arthur hoped to use the "Bandage Swordsman’s" noted interest in the "Sank family incident" to lure out Old Sunk — according to the notes, Old Sunk "died."

But who seriously keeps a diary?

With a cautious mindset, Arthur suspected this was Old Sunk’s precaution against the Sank family’s arrangements.

Just look at what William had gained from the Sank family!

"Soul Extraction Technique," "Soul Control Technique," "Soul Absorption Technique"!

This doesn’t at all resemble a "Hunter Family."

It’s more akin to a true "Black Wizard Family."

Moreover, considering the activities of "witch hunting" back then, Arthur was beginning to suspect the "Sank Family" might be pawns of certain "Black Wizards."

He, a newcomer, had already noticed something amiss.

How could the well-informed Old Sunk not have noticed?

Perhaps, this old hunter was merely going along with the mistakes.

And even if Old Sunk had truly died, Gilbert from the trio back then was still alive, and he likely knew the contents of the "Book of Death" as well.

Of course, even without any gains, it didn’t matter.

This was merely acting on an opportunity.

If there were gains, it would be a pleasant surprise.

If not, then he would just keep searching patiently.

Thinking this, Arthur once again felt the onset of sleepiness.

This time, Arthur didn’t resist the urge to sleep again.

And the influence of the "Orange Cat Ritual" combined with the influences of the "Serpent of Death.Thin.Cripple" Bloodline, almost the moment his head touched the pillow, Arthur fell asleep.

Just as Arthur’s deep breathing sounds began, a pigeon landed in a town thirty kilometers away from South Los.

The round-the-clock manned pigeon room immediately rushed towards the manor in South Town.

"Lord, there is an urgent message from South Los."

The old butler’s words instantly woke Lord Lisop.

This nearly 60-year-old Lord abruptly rose from bed, his upper body bare and without a trace of excess fat, muscular and marked with numerous scars from knives, swords, and firearms, which added an intense ferocity that belied his age.

"Read!"

The old Lord said, as he began dressing and grooming his hair.

The entire process was meticulous, as though he were still in a military camp.

The old butler, once the personal aide to the old Lord, spoke softly —

"Arthur Kredos guided Lost Souls to The Eternal Resting Land, suspected to be injured, an ’Evil Spirit’ escaped from The Eternal Resting Land and killed Finley."

"Finley?

The man whose leg you arranged to be crippled?"

The old Lord had some recollection of the name.

"Yes, initially I saw he had a good nature, so I chose him to be South Los’s spy; he has done very well, having gathered a considerable amount of useful information for us over the past decade, and recommended quite a few talents.

Lord, your ’Iron Blood Team’ was initially formed from these people."

The old butler promptly reminded him.

He knew, of course, that the old Lord just needed a moment to recall who Finley was.

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But as a butler, isn’t it supposed to make the service more convenient?

As for Finley?

The old butler believed that the Lord truly did not remember.

After all, such a minor character was always arranged by him.

"Hmm, take good care of his son, his wife—let his son join Little Lisop’s trusted aides, and then find a suitable woman from within the domain, to marry and have children as soon as possible."

The old lord nodded and gave such an order.

"Your Lordship’s kindness will be sung throughout the domain.

Does the name Cotton, Andor ring any bells to Your Lordship?"

The old butler suitably flattered.

He continued, reporting in an extremely euphemistic tone.

"Cotton?

Is Andor the cook at Baron Kemir’s house?"

This lord had no recollection of Cotton, who had also participated in the ’Seven Years’ War,’ but Grandma Andor made a deep impression on him.

Of course, it was not because of Grandma Andor’s cooking skills.

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It was merely because Grandma Andor was the cook for Baron Kemir.

Even if Grandma Andor’s cooking was indeed superb.

"Yes, that’s her, and the Lost Soul guided by the ’Spirit Medium’ tonight is related to her."

Following this, the old butler began to recount the whole incident in detail.

"Ha, just some commoners, after all.

Baron Kemir is truly disappointing.

A dud is a dud!"

Leaving such a comment, the lord then walked straight towards the study, and the old butler did not follow—instead, he just stood at the door after closing it.

The old butler knew very well that the old lord would not allow anyone to hear what came next.

Even him as the butler was not permitted.

After the old lord entered the study and saw the door close behind him, he pondered slightly.

This feeling of being completely understood was not good.

’Should I change butlers?’

The old lord thought, but in the end, he shook his head.

Finding someone as reliable and capable as this one was not an easy task.

Of course, more importantly, it was not fitting for a noble’s demeanor.

"I can only wait for Little Lisop."

The old lord believed his son would perform to his satisfaction.

After all, the butler had informed his son of those unseeable deeds he had handled.

Now just needed an opportunity—

When Little Lisop was knighted as a ’Knight,’ that would be the time to act.

A ’Knighthood’ was certainly not enough for their family; they must produce another lord!

By that time, even if his peerage was not hereditary, the Lisop Family would still be passed down forever!

Of course, the best outcome would be Little Lisop being ennobled.

And his peerage becoming hereditary.

That was certainly difficult.

But it wasn’t impossible.

Because...

He had an ace up his sleeve!

A real ace!

Thinking this, the lord took out the ’Messenger Stone’ hidden in a secret compartment.

In the way etched in his mind, the old lord activated the ’Messenger Stone’ he considered would never be used.

The old lord began to consider his message carefully.

And just as the lord finished his message, in the servant’s room at Number 6 White Bird Street, a servant who should have been asleep suddenly opened his eyes and revealed a meaningful smile—

’Finally took the bait!’