They all call me Great Master-Chapter 372 - 369: The Ringtone!

Arthur gazed upon the corpse of Lisop.

This lord had died with his eyes wide open, a look of rage upon his face.

Anyone who saw the lord’s body could feel that sense of unwillingness and anger.

Although Arthur would not have allowed this lord to live, he did not know that the lord would die so coincidentally, so... dramatically?

Contemplating the scene before him, Arthur made his assessment.

Then, the young ’Spirit Medium’ turned his gaze toward Little Lisop.

At that moment, Little Lisop was not in a good state—

"Did I kill my father?

Did I kill my father again?

Why do I say again?

It was Little Lisop who killed him, not me!

Then who am I?

It’s fake, all that just now was fake!

It’s real, all that just now was real!

How could I possibly not distinguish?

I can’t distinguish ahhh!"

Little Lisop held his head and screamed madly.

One-time destruction is not fearful.

What’s terrifying is repeated destruction.

The fleeing him, believing he could finally grasp everything, faced collapse again.

This time he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t avoid it.

He was firmly targeted by ’Death.’

Or rather...

He chose death.

He just disappeared.

He believed everything was false, and such falsehood allowed him the autonomy to choose.

But Little Lisop did not die.

’He’ still existed.

’He’ firmly believed that the Kind Father would not abandon ’him.’

Indeed, it was so.

After glancing once more at that brand new ’1 Gold Coin’ contract on the ground, the young ’Spirit Medium’s palm reappeared over ’his’ head.

Even though he was wearing gloves, ’he’ could feel that temperature.

And that voice made ’him’ brim with tears—

"No matter how you choose, I will be with you."

The gentle voice nourished ’him.’

It also made the him who disappeared in the collapse completely turn into nourishment.

’He’ became stronger, and finally, completely replaced him.

The new Little Lisop crawled on the ground, kissing Arthur’s boots, whispering in his heart—

’Father!’

Afterward, Little Lisop got up swiftly, rushed to Lisop’s body, tore a corner of his garment, took the bitten finger dripping with fresh blood, and quickly began writing on the piece of clothing—

Butler Hill, Tel were bribed by the Death Poetry Society, is...

The Blood Book abruptly ended.

A single ’is’ left room for rampant speculation.

Arthur instantly guessed what Little Lisop was about to do.

Lisop was dead.

But that did not mean Lisop was without value anymore.

On the contrary, the deceased Lisop, in a sense, became even more valuable.

Because the former Lisop had saved Baron Bolna.

Because the current Lisop’s territory was in South Los.

The former, related to the Old Lion.

The latter, related to the Mother Tigress.

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And...

Both coveted the mines of South Town!

This was almost common knowledge.

With this suggestive Blood Book, it really could mean anything.

Arthur thought to himself, his eyes reflecting more pity.

Meanwhile, Little Lisop picked up that ’1 Gold Coin’ contract, along with the Blood Book, and handed them over to Arthur for safekeeping, then said—

"Master, leave the rest to me."

Arthur did not refuse.

In this matter, it was not appropriate for him to directly intervene.

Indeed, his appearance would make a ’normal’ situation abnormal and invite suspicion.

But it was different for the victim, Little Lisop.

Everything would seem reasonable.

Even if there were some unreasonable details, Arthur would make them appear reasonable since, tonight, the Mother Tigress’s Swordsmanship Chief was coming to visit...

...

Arthur returned from the secret passage to No. 2 Cork Street and as he came up from the basement bedroom, Marinda was chatting with the Countess’s Swordsmanship Chief, Julie—

"Although the advent of gunpowder altered the dynamics of the battlefield, it only changed part of the situation, not all of it, as secret techniques are the true power!"

The Countess’s Female Swordmaster said so.

"Yes, secret techniques are indispensable, but gunpowder can also be combined with secret techniques to exert greater power."

Marinda did not object.

As a ’Mystic Side Person’, this lady was quite aware of the potency of secret techniques.

Even, to some extent, those true powerhouses could influence the direction of a battle.

And...

Those kinds of powerhouses were not scarce in South County.

Old Lion, Mother Tigress, and even those well-known Great Nobles were such powerhouses.

And her?

She was also striving to become one among such powerhouses.

So far, she was quite successful.

"Right!

From being a ’Gifted One’ to becoming a ’Mystic Side Person’, and even growing into an ’Arcana Level’, that is an incredibly lengthy process.

Even with extraordinary talent and ample resources, it starts from ten to twenty years.

In this process, there are many uncertainties.

And a firearm can reduce at least half of these uncertainties.

Therefore, letting ordinary people use gunpowder as the basis to serve ’Mystic Side Persons’ is a very good choice."

The Countess’s Female Swordmaster nodded repeatedly.

However, it was clear that the Swordmaster misunderstood Marinda’s meaning.

Marinda meant ’complementing secret techniques with gunpowder,’ not ’ordinary people armed with gunpowder weapons serving Mystic Side Persons and Nobles.’

But this clever lady would not dispute with the Female Swordmaster at this time.

Their views were different.

But both were right.

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The only difference was their perspectives.

Just at this moment, Arthur walked in, and Marinda immediately smiled, saying,

"Have you finished your meditation?"

When he had just left, the two had agreed to use ’meditation’ as an excuse.

This was the perfect excuse for a ’Mystic Side Person.’

Every ’Mystic Side Person’ has their fixed or unfixed meditation times.

The fixed ones, naturally, are times set each day to channel one’s spirituality.

The unfixed ones, those are random, maybe a breeze could inspire a ’Mystic Side Person," leading to meditation.

"Yes!"

Arthur smiled and nodded, then greeted the Female Swordmaster.

"Good evening, Julie."

"Good evening, Arthur."

The Female Swordmaster then handed a box she was holding to Arthur.

Clearly, the matter of ’making up for the gift’ was not mere talk from this Female Swordmaster.

Inside the box was a wind chime with several tiny cylindrical bodies—

[Name: Warning Wind Chime]

[Type: Other Type Items]

[Quality: Secret Technique]

[Attributes: 1, Malice Detection; 2, Melodious]

[Remarks: One of the protective props created by Master Alchemist ’Lady Abel,’ who always pays attention to personal safety while searching for materials abroad. This inspiration came from the Vigilance Oil Lamps carried by Great Nobles of the Western Sea during winter battles in North County, although unlike the brutal ’Lamp Shadow Sentinel,’ this master prefers more gentle methods]

...

[Malice Detection, when emotions filled with negative energy appear within a fifty-meter radius of the wind chime, it immediately rings out, but under normal breeze, it will absolutely not ring, even if it is swaying.]

[Melodious: When the wind chime rings, the melodious sound will cause the malignant intruder to fall into a daze. This requires a ’Spirituality’ check; unless the ’Spirituality’ score is above 5, the daze will not occur, but the sound of the chime would become more urgent]

...

"I really appreciate your generosity!"

Arthur said sincerely.

Any form of mystic tool is precious.

Because you can never know when it might save your life.

Thus, even though Arthur was not lacking in mystic tools, he would not refuse.

Moreover...

This also represented the sincerity of the Swordmaster.

Without a show, Arthur glanced at the description of [Malice Detection] on the [Warning Wind Chime], understanding everything already settled in his mind.

"Come, let me help you hang it up!"

The Female Swordmaster said as she picked up the [Warning Wind Chime] and began walking toward the door.

In response, Arthur did not stop her but instead thanked her with a smile.

The two meters five stature of the Female Swordmaster just made her particularly fit for the task.

"Is it alright here?"

The Female Swordmaster raised her hand, gesturing above the Crimson Painting.

"Of course."

Arthur nodded repeatedly.

Just as the Female Swordmaster had barely hung up the [Warning Wind Chime], the melodious sound rang out—

Ding-a-ling!