They all call me Great Master-Chapter 371 - 368, Section 1, Subsection 2!

Bloodied ears slid from the side of Tel’s head.

But, Tel did not cry out.

It was not fearlessness, nor was it indifference to pain.

It was because the moment Tel, the son of a lord, had just opened his mouth, Little Lisop’s dagger had been thrust into his mouth, the cold and sharp blade pressing tightly against the noble’s son’s tongue, rendering him immobile, especially with the sensation that the tip might pierce deep into his throat at any moment. Even though the pain was severe enough to make his whole body tremble, the noble’s son still raised his hands high, not daring to make a sound.

On the other side, Lisop didn’t dare to move either.

In fact, after taking one step forward, the lord stopped in his tracks.

The lord watched Little Lisop with an expression that was seemingly crying yet smiling, but also concealed a hint of madness.

He knew that his plan had worked.

After crumbling, Little Lisop had gone mad.

And according to his plan, this was the most delightful moment for torture.

Except...

Tel was being held hostage.

The lord didn’t know how Little Lisop had unlocked the shackles and chains, but he knew that now was the time to placate Little Lisop.

He absolutely had to retrieve Tel.

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After all, he had only this one son.

With this thought, the lord spoke—

"My son, you have passed the test!"

Lisop’s face once again showed the smile that Little Lisop was familiar with.

Seeing such a familiar smile, Little Lisop was taken aback.

What stunned the young man even more were Lisop’s words.

A test?

What test?

Was everything that just happened a test?

Little Lisop became bewildered.

The young man looked incredulously at Lisop.

Seeing Lisop nod affirmatively, with eyes full of encouragement and joy, Little Lisop began to believe that the recent events had indeed been a test.

Or more accurately, Little Lisop wanted to believe it was a test.

Seeing Little Lisop’s reaction, the lord smirked with pride and contempt in his heart.

This was what he had wanted.

With everything that had unfolded before, he knew that simply asking for calm with his mouth was utterly useless and would only provoke Little Lisop, the lunatic.

So, he had to start from a key point.

What was Little Lisop’s key point?

Identity!

The ’identity’ of Little Lisop that he had declared with his own mouth.

Words spoken could not be changed, of course.

But words spoken could carry different meanings.

Nobles were most adept at such tricks.

And he, Lord Lisop?

Had long since learned these little tricks!

Tel, who was being held by Little Lisop, was utterly confused.

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’Could it be that just now father... no, the master was just bluffing him?

Was he using him to test the young master?’

Upon this realization, despair flickered in Tel’s eyes.

Lisop noticed the expression on Tel’s face and felt quite helpless that his son didn’t understand how to cooperate, but he had no recourse, and wouldn’t blame his son.

Because he knew the education his son had received before wasn’t sufficient to handle the current situation.

But that was something that could be remedied.

Now, what had to be done was to make his son safe.

As for the ear that had been cut off?

It was of no consequence.

Among nobles, there were plenty of ways to reattach an ear.

While thinking this to himself, the lord looked at Little Lisop and, smiling, slowly took out a blank contract from his bosom, biting his finger and writing in the presence of both Little Lisop and Tel—by Lisop, I sell the South Town Iron Mine and coal mine to Little Lisop for the price of 1 Gold Coin.

A radiant glow began to bloom.

The contract took effect!

No!

There was one step left!

One Gold Coin was still needed!

"Come!

My son!

Come and take what belongs to you!

You shall be the master of South Town, and next, you must follow me and learn how to truly manage a town, and how to become a qualified lord!"

Little Lisop had no Gold Coins on him, of this, Lisop who had searched him could be certain.

So, the lord took out a Gold Coin from his pocket.

The lord’s idea was simple, to use the Gold Coin as a prop to distract the eye. When Little Lisop went to take the coin, that would be his chance to kill Little Lisop.

As long as he killed Little Lisop, naturally, there would be no need to honor the contract.

Although he couldn’t torment Little Lisop, which was a bit regrettable, saving his son was the top priority.

And to ensure his own son’s safety, Lisop continued to imply with his words to Little Lisop—a qualified lord should not kill his subjects indiscriminately.

Inside the cellar, Little Lisop, looking at the Gold Coin in Lisop’s palm, felt an excitement that was beyond words.

It’s fake!

It’s indeed fake!

All of it was fake!

It was truly wonderful!

"Hehehe haha!"

The ecstatic joy in his heart made Little Lisop burst into manic laughter.

The evasive ’he’ appeared once again.

Pushing aside the one who was born from the collapse.

He knew everything was fake.

He was still the son of Lord Lisop of South Town!

He was Little Lisop!

He had to inform his father about the ’Spirit Medium’s’ Bewitchment!

But before that—

Thrust!

Little Lisop’s Dagger thrust forward, piercing Tel’s throat.

Tel’s eyes widened as he fell rigidly to the ground as Little Lisop let go of his palm.

Looking at the fallen corpse, Little Lisop methodically flicked Fresh Blood off the blade of his Dagger, his gaze seeking recognition and yearning to boast, turned towards Lisop—

"Father, you once said that as a qualified lord, you must never let your subordinates know too much, especially when one of them harbors ill will towards you!"

Looking at the body on the ground, Lisop stood still as if struck by lightning.

Dead!

His only son was dead!

The lord’s eyes dimmed at this moment.

But the next moment, the lord’s expression became Distorted.

"You!

It’s all your fault!

I will kill you!"

Lisop roared as he pinned Little Lisop to the ground, his fist raised high, but it did not come down—the lord looked down in shock at the Dagger that was plunged into his chest, his face showing astonishment and disbelief.

Thump!

Lisop fell to the ground.

Little Lisop was completely stunned.

He had just acted on reflex and raised his sword when Lisop lunged at him, but who knew it would pierce Lisop’s heart.

The next moment—

"Father?! Father?!"

Little Lisop got up and embraced Lisop.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

The lord struggled and bellowed with all his remaining strength.

But the struggle soon became powerless.

The voice weakened rapidly.

About a dozen seconds later, no matter how Little Lisop called out, the lord would no longer respond.

From the Shadows, Arthur watched the scene.

He slowly put on his gloves.

Misfortune, for the moment, dissipated.

But ’Death’ was still present.

He watched intently all that he saw.