They all call me Great Master-Chapter 357 - 354: The Swordsmanship Competition Begins!

When Marinda left, she almost set No. 2 Cork Street on fire.

"This woman is truly terrifying!"

Arthur, who dodged a final shady kick upon her departure, clicked his tongue and turned to pick up his cat.

"Hehehe, little kitty.

Daddy will tell you a story, once upon a time there was a mountain, and atop that mountain, there was a temple where an old father would tell stories to a little kitty, about how the women down the mountain are tigers!

Hey, women are tigers, you must be careful!"

Arthur, holding his cat, returned to No. 2 Cork Street.

Only after the door closed did the young ’Spirit Medium’ sigh in his heart.

Who among my family would understand?

Not only do I have to plan my own schemes, but I also need to take into account the psychological state of my partners, fearing that any little mistake might lead to a complete failure.

Yet, still I am misunderstood!

How tough it is for me!

But my little kitty is good!

"Pan, you must not let down your old father, okay?"

Arthur rubbed Pendragon’s face against his own.

Pan, with a look of disdain, kept pushing Arthur with the pads of his paws, and when he couldn’t push him away, he would hit him twice, then, the kitty was left in utter despair.

Not bothering to return to the dining room to clean up, Arthur, following habit, added enough coal to the furnace and adjusted the gas valve before returning to the Spirit Medium Parlor, picking up the books he brought back from ’Yumir Manor’—aside from the parts that interested him, Arthur only roughly flipped through the rest, not quite reaching the degree of thorough reading.

But this did not meet Arthur’s expectations.

Not reaching the depth of intensive reading meant that skimming was fundamental.

This was a habit that Arthur retained from his past life—for any book of value, he did this.

Such a habit had brought substantial benefits to Arthur.

Therefore, he had no intention of changing it.

Pendragon, who had initially been let go and run out, soon returned and, seeing Arthur engrossed in reading, leaped straight into Arthur’s arms, nestled there with his eyes squinted, and when Arthur’s hand landed on him, he let out a series of purring sounds.

Then, Arthur even tucked his feet under Kuliqi’s belly.

Kuliqi, lying at Arthur’s feet, shifted his belly a bit to let his soft fur cover his master’s feet more comfortably.

Throughout, the ’Death Hound’s’ eyes stayed closed, only its ears kept changing direction.

Outside, the rain grew heavier.

Inside, it was warm, quiet.

The night, gradually passed.

When the next day arrived, even though there was still a little rain, it could not dampen the enthusiasm of the people of South Los.

The thrice-yearly ’Swordsmanship Competition’ was an extraordinary celebration for the average citizens. For this, local merchants had prepared well in advance, and according to their respective business associations, they brought out their carefully chosen goods and hung out their huge signs.

These signs were not only large but also brightly colored.

The key was to stand out!

In such extensively attended festivities, every merchant was wise and wouldn’t miss the chance for advertising.

Besides, the fees for these stalls were not cheap, so the merchants naturally wanted to make the most of it.

The money collected from the fees naturally belonged to the Lord Count.

The Earl would use these funds to hire circuses, bards, and singers to warm up the crowd for the ’Swordsmanship Competition’ that wouldn’t start until noon.

Of course, the money would certainly not be completely used up.

The rest would naturally be invested into the upcoming ’Cold Winter Festival’.

One should know that both the ’Harvest Festival’ and the ’Cold Winter Festival’ are sponsored by the Earl, who must also supply a limited amount of alcohol and meat to the residents of South Los.

That is not a small expense.

Do you expect the Earl to pay out of his own pocket?

Unrealistic.

For the Earl to contribute a little, and for the remaining costs to be shared among the merchants, that was already a kindness.

And this ratio was roughly about 1:9.

When Arthur stepped out around eleven in the morning, the drizzling rain had already stopped.

Edwin was driving the carriage to pick up Arthur, as always.

"Good afternoon, Arthur."

Marinda’s chauffeur greeted him.

Without needing Arthur to ask, he relayed the events of the previous night—

"Just as you and the Lord predicted, Little Lisop was ready to kill to seal the lips of others.

We saved the person.

The killer was fooled by an Illusion Technique.

This fellow had a bit of repute in the Old Town of South Los before, disappeared for several years; I thought he was dead, but he turned out to have offered his services to Lord Lisop."

Saying this, the chauffeur opened the carriage door for Arthur.

"That Lord Lisop seems to have more ambition than we imagined,"

Arthur commented.

This wasn’t baseless speculation.

It was what the ’Bandage Swordsman’ had heard from Eli, the scout and part-time intelligence trafficker.

After the ’Bandage Swordsman’ played his part as expected and temporarily exited the scene, this fellow stuck to him like a plaster.

Arthur knew all too well what the other party wanted to do.

It was nothing more than having tasted the sweetness, wanting to pry more information from the ’Bandage Swordsman’. Stay updated through novelbuddy

But Arthur did not have the ’Bandage Swordsman’ cast the fellow out.

Because this guy was pretty clever, he seemed to have noticed the ’Bandage Swordsman’s’ lack of information and would occasionally let slip some secret news.

Therefore, Arthur not only learned that Lord Lisop had an official Guard, but he also had a covert Guard.

"Then we can only pray that his strength matches his ambition,"

the chauffeur joked.

Edwin thought this Lord Lisop was as good as dead.

Being targeted by his own master and Lord Kledos at the same time, even the favor of the goddess of Destiny wouldn’t be useful unless he was a bastard of Destiny; otherwise, his demise was certain.

"Hmm, I’ll wish him well,"

Arthur said as he boarded the carriage.

The carriage started to move slowly as Edwin cracked his whip.

And the blessing of ’Death’ had already been sent.

Lord Lisop, who was in his own manor, seemed to sense something and looked around as he raised his head—just now, he had felt a chill down his spine.

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This feeling was somewhat foreign to him.

Since he had left the battlefield, he hadn’t experienced this sensation.

But he never doubted this feeling.

Lisop knew full well that it was this intuition that had given him everything he currently had.

Even though it was later confirmed not to be Bloodline, but a kind of quasi-Talent, it didn’t affect the Lord’s trust in his own instincts.

Especially at this moment!

’Have I exposed my traces?

No!

I absolutely cannot allow it!

I must act immediately!’

Thinking this at the bottom of his heart, his face twisted into a peculiar ferocity.

It was a kind of bloodthirsty, excited, and distorted pleasure.

Just the thought of that result made the burly frame of the Lord tremble.

At this moment, the bell rang out in Elta Square—

The Swordsmanship Competition had officially begun!