They all call me Great Master-Chapter 359 - 356

A distinct, special tone drew the attention of everyone near Arena A area.

People looked puzzled at this young noble dressed in a white base shirt, riding breeches, and a brocade jacket—not because Little Lisop was so famous that all the people of South Los recognized him, but because of the way the riding breeches showed off the white stockings on his lower legs, a style exclusive to traditional nobility.

Of course, there were also those eye-catching...

High heels.

In fact, as far back as the Seven Years’ War, victorious soldiers had identified nobles by their high heels.

After all, one could discard wigs and coats.

But the foot deformities caused by wearing high heels over many years were impossible to change in a short time.

Many speculated maliciously that the reason why noble attire was simplified during the Pioneer Era was to make future escapes more convenient.

Thus, a man wearing high heels could only be a conservative noble.

This was already common knowledge among the people of South Los.

For this reason, those nearby refrained from shouting or cursing.

Little Lisop was very satisfied with the angry yet silent expressions around him.

This made him feel ’powerful.’

Just like his father.

Especially when Little Lisop saw the fleeting displeasure on Arthur’s face, the upcoming burst of pleasure made him involuntarily pick up a handkerchief and gently wipe non-existent sweat from his palms.

But the next moment, the nobleman’s son’s hand stiffened.

"Get down, you pretentious fellow!"

"You, a lord’s son, why pretend to be a Great Noble?"

"You don’t have a title!"

"Get down!"

...

Suddenly these sounds emerged from some corner of the crowd, and then, they became incessant and overwhelming.

This disturbed Little Lisop.

Especially when he saw the mocking look on Arthur’s face, his irritation quickly morphed into rage.

Immediately, the nobleman’s son raised the handkerchief to his lips, covering his expression.

Then, the nobleman’s son subtly altered his original plan.

He skipped some steps of the plan, eager to witness the tragic downfall of the "Spirit Medium" before him.

As for whether the remaining steps would affect the overall plan?

Of course not!

After all, he was destined to win!

How could he lose with conclusive evidence?

"Ladies and gentlemen, please quiet down.

You might be puzzled and dissatisfied by my presence here.

But actually, I am here for ’fairness’—

The fairness that belongs in the arena!"

The tone was still unique, but as he raised his voice, it lost all semblance of elegance, sounding as if a duck were quacking.

However, the content of his words still captivated the surrounding common folk.

Curiosity appeared in the eyes of the people.

This made Little Lisop’s face break into a smile. The lord’s son, walking in high heels along the perimeter of the rectangular arena, circled twice to peak their curiosity to its highest before returning to his original spot—about three meters opposite from Arthur.

This was an excellent position.

One that Little Lisop had carefully chosen.

He could clearly see the expressions of the crowd surrounding the arena and also see the expression of the Spirit Medium across from him.

Seeing Arthur’s brow furrow, as he opened his mouth to speak yet ultimately closed it without a word, Little Lisop laughed inwardly.

’Ah, noticed something’s amiss?

Too late!’

With several silent, cold laughs, Little Lisop cleared his throat twice and began to speak to the expectant crowd—

"Do you know why our ’Spirit Medium’ Arthur Kredos is so powerful?"

"Why?"

His speech was interrupted, but this time Little Lisop wasn’t annoyed; instead, he looked towards the man he had arranged there and slowly said.

"Because he stole our family’s treasure—

’Swift Bird Swordsmanship’!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in astonishment.

People’s eyes, when turned towards Arthur, were filled with surprise, disbelief, and a bit of... ’So that’s how it is’ realization.

Arthur distinctly felt such gazes.

For this, the young ’Spirit Medium’ was utterly unmoved.

He had anticipated such a scene long ago.

Not a tiny bit surprised.

Because...

This is human nature!

People love to first deify and then pull the deities they have shaped off their pedestals.

They never tire of this self-made and self-destructive process.

The ’joy’ it births is purely seductive and makes one delightfully corrupt.

Or maybe...

This is an enticement brought forth purely by evil.

And there’s no one who can resist it.

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Arthur admitted he couldn’t either.

Therefore, he chose to stay away from such people and things.

But what if he was ’labeled’ one of them?

No fear, nor refusal.

Only a faint excitement.

’Thank you, world, for having the ’Mystic Side’!’

Arthur sincerely thanked the world.

When great power was bestowed upon him, it always made complex matters seem simple.

Externally, Arthur was looking at Little Lisop more coldly—

"Do you know what you’re saying?"

"Of course!"

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"Then do you know the consequences of slandering others?"

"Of course!"

"And are you able to bear those consequences?"

"Of course!"

With each question, Arthur stepped forward, the ’Death’ aura around him deepened.

And though Little Lisop was shaking all over from the ’Death’ aura, almost kneeling to beg for mercy, not a bit of stutter tainted his words.

They were resounding.

Forcefully emphatic.

Little Lisop looked at Arthur, who had now approached, with immense satisfaction in his eyes.

This son of a Lord assured.

The ’Spirit Medium’ before him was ferocious only on the outside.

The opponent had clearly figured everything out, planning to intimidate him with the aura of an ’Entrant’, and then, likely, to go back home to deal with the ’Swift Bird Breathing Technique’, ’Swift Bird Meditation’.

How could he possibly let him have his way!

Whew!

Right in front of Arthur, this son of a Lord took a deep breath, then loudly said—

"I, Little Lisop, have absolutely not slandered ’Spirit Medium’ Arthur Kredos!

All present can testify!

If I have slandered ’Spirit Medium’ Arthur Kredos, I am willing to become your attendant, I am willing to compensate with all my fortune.

Including but not limited to properties in South Los and South Town."

Little Lisop paused.

Then, he continued in a voice that only he and Arthur could clearly hear.

"Oh, by the way.

I have a ten percent stake in the coal and iron mines business in South Town.

I think that should offset my disrespect towards an ’Entrant’, right?

Of course, that’s assuming I have slandered you."

Saying this, Little Lisop turned and looked towards the high platform.

There was Lady Julie, the Swordsmanship Chief representing the Earl of South Los.

This son of a Lord bowed first, then loudly called out—

"Lady Julie, please mediate justice for me!"