They all call me Great Master-Chapter 422 - 419 Blood Enhancement!

"What?!"

Potterman's eyebrows furrowed, his face darkening like never before.

Then, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor directly said—

"Your Highness, I need to personally handle this matter!

It may relate to the traitor from the holy land 'Atobur' more than thirty years ago."

"Alright."

Arthur nodded, showing no sign of objection.

Because this was exactly what he wanted.

Horton and the connections to the 'New Death Poetry Society' had always been concealed by Marinda, and Arthur was so open with Potterman about it

precisely because he feared that the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor might 'follow' him.

Given the fanaticism and anticipation the other party had shown, this was highly likely to happen.

While it might not be openly following, hiding in the shadows would still make Arthur extremely uncomfortable.

He had far too many secrets.

He certainly did not want such a pair of eyes around him.

So, upon knowing that there was a traitor in the 'Death Poetry Society's holy land 'Atobur,' he immediately knew what he should do.

"Your Highness, I will keep your identity a secret.

Apart from the organization's upper echelons, no one will know who you are.

At the same time, I will arrange for a dedicated contact person for you—he will absolutely not disturb your life, but should you need anything, you can contact him anytime."

As he was leaving, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor said so.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Arthur thanked him sincerely.

"No!

It is you who brought us hope!"

But the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor shook his head, correcting him.

After that, the other party disappeared into the shadows of Cork Street.

It was not until then that Arthur had the chance to check the text messages that had kept coming while he was sleeping—

[The events in South Town are becoming more known to the people of South Los, they are astonished at the audacity of those thugs, and even more so at the ability and decisiveness of Little Lisop, especially after Little Lisop openly declared that it was all your doing, and that you had subtly warned him a long time ago, which he not only failed to notice but also misunderstood you; now full of regret, he has made up his mind to follow you and heed your teachings; the people of South Los are shocked at your own surprise, with some being outspoken in attributing these to the abilities of the Spirit Medium, and your reputation has greatly increased; XP+500]

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[The act of 'giving' the management of South Town to Miss Caesar has caused quite a stir, many believe that you and Marinda represent true love, many more think you have really invested heavily in winning a lady's favor, while a very few are sentimental about the purity of your bloodline; XP+500]

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'Sentimental about the purity of my bloodline?

Does South Los still have acquaintances of Old Charlie?

My grandfather always brings surprises silently—Emmm, I hope he isn't planning something big for me now?'

Arthur thought to himself.

His gaze then returned to his XP value.

1200!

Adding the remaining 200XP from before, this number surpassed the total of any other time.

Without a doubt, aided by the 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition,' Arthur had reaped a good harvest.

And yet, it had not ended.

Firstly, such news took time to spread.

As time passed, more people would learn of it, and Arthur's XP was bound to enter a period of rapid increase.

Secondly, with dawn approaching, when Arthur would claim the 'Champion' title and announce his 'Knighthood' to the public, it would trigger a chain reaction.

He would also receive a large amount of XP.

And this was only within the bounds of South Los, if he were to go to a bigger stage like Inner Bay...

The thought of gaining more XP did excite Arthur a bit.

However, correspondingly, the risks would also skyrocket.

So, he must possess greater strength.

Therefore—

'XP allocation!'

With a silent thought, Arthur allocated all 1200 XP he had just acquired to "Swift Bird Swordsmanship".

Despite the concept of 'effort', Arthur never overlooked the importance of bloodline and talent.

In terms of talent, there was no lead with "Breath of Death".

But for bloodline, Arthur could compensate with the swordsmanship passed down among the nobles—

"Swift Bird Swordsmanship Lv4: Created with great effort by the nobles of South County for the sake of their bloodline, they miscalculated the resilience and awakening of their descendants. The majority abandoned it after the basics, finding it useless—compared to incessant swordsmanship practice, indulging in pleasure was more suitable for them.

However, you, who obtained this swordsmanship unexpectedly, do not fall into this category. With your diligence and hard work, you have elevated it to a very high level, and it has already begun to reveal its true effects.]

[Effect: 1. Extreme Speed; 2. Quick Strike; 3. Blood Enhancement]

[Extreme Speed: When you use the Swift Bird Sword Posture, your sword speed increases by +4 on top of your inherent 'Physique']

[Quick Strike: When you use the Swift Bird Sword Posture, your next strike's speed increases by +1.0, can be stacked up to 3 times]

[Blood Enhancement: The power contained in your bloodline is being gradually stimulated, becoming purer over time. This will be a prolonged process, and during this period, your appetite will significantly increase]

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[Physique, Spirituality +1.2 (0.3X4)]

...

Within the synergy of knowledge and body, Arthur could clearly feel his transformation, not just an increase in [Physique] and [Spirituality].

But deeper.

Thump, thump, thump!

With each powerful beat, his heart pumped blood throughout his body, nourishing his organs, muscles, bones, and even skin.

Arthur could feel this nourishment.

Very slowly.

But it was genuinely there.

And before Arthur had time to feel it more carefully, an unprecedented hunger emanated from his stomach—

Hungry!

His stomach was completely empty, and his brain kept telling him to eat! Eat! Eat!

At this moment, Arthur's eyes turned green.

Without any hesitation, he dashed straight to the storage room in the basement.

Compared to the remaining bread in the kitchen, the storage room contained the emergency rations personally made by Old Charlie.

To prepare for any potential emergencies, Old Charlie not only set up traps in No. 2 Cork Street, prepared a vast number of weapons, excavated secret rooms and passages but also stored a large amount of food. To ensure this food could be preserved for a long time without spoiling and to provide sufficient energy, Old Charlie made these palm-sized 'Large Biscuits', each capable of providing an adult's daily energy requirements.

You could say, aside from being a bit hard and not very tasty, they had no other drawbacks.

Arthur's [Physique] didn't care about their toughness.

And his mouth opened to an unimaginable extent, lifting the emergency ration box overhead like a suitcase, as the Large Biscuits fell into Arthur's mouth like raindrops.

But it was not enough!

Arthur lifted another box and poured it into his mouth in the same way.

Then another box followed.

At that moment, Arthur's bloodline [Serpent of Death], talent [Breath of Death], and the ritual [Orange Cat] were completely ignited by the sword technique [Swift Bird Swordsmanship].

They operated independently.

They were also inseparable.

Because they were all within the soul and body of one person, Arthur.

They began to cooperate.

Beginning the cooperation where 1+1+1 > 10.

At that moment, Arthur's stomach was like a supercharged and reinforced furnace, turning anything that entered into the purest energy and supplying it throughout his body.

The next moment—

A peculiar change began to manifest in the blood within Arthur's body.

It, brightened.