They all call me Great Master-Chapter 424 - 421: Breakfast in a Small Space!

Arthur looked at Marinda in surprise.

Then, the young 'Spirit Medium' rolled her eyes and leaned back into the chair, speaking in a tone mixed with instruction and disdain—

"If you want to pretend to be in the dawn of love, you can't be holding a smoking pipe.

If you want to feign indifference while actually caring, you can't be wearing hunting attire.

Even now, you're unwilling to call me 'dear.'"

As he said this, Arthur looked at Marinda with a half-smile.

Of course, Arthur knew why Marinda was asking if he was busy tomorrow.

Because—

Inheriting a noble title!

Before the onset of winter, Marinda would inherit Baron Kemir's title.

Coincidentally, it was shortly after the 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition' had ended.

This was something Marinda had personally told Arthur long ago, and he hadn't forgotten.

As for why she chose to start inheriting the title the day after the South Los Swordsmanship Competition ended?

It had nothing to do with the South Los Swordsmanship Competition.

It had to do with the 'Barriers over the South Los Sea.'

It had to do with the 'riots in South Town.'

These two matters took up most of the Countess's attention, preventing her from noticing that Marinda was unlocking Baron Kemir's treasury.

This was Marinda's real purpose!

As for that recent act of death?

Tsk, trying to mock him?

Marinda, you're a hundred years too early!

Arthur conveyed this with his eyes.

Marinda took a deep drag from her smoking pipe, visibly irritated.

It wasn't that Arthur had guessed wrong and hurt this lady's feelings.

It was that the lady herself was angry about her failed acting—she really had intended to mock Arthur, to avenge her 'hasty retreat' from yesterday.

But what was the result?

A failure.

This lady had considerable confidence in her own acting skills.

By all accounts, she shouldn't have been seen through so easily.

"Indeed, you know me too well!"

Marinda sighed outwardly, while internally she began to ponder other methods.

Arthur glanced at her then picked up a tart from the food basket, eating while speaking.

"Don't bother, it's useless.

Unless you can embrace my arm and still remain calm.

Otherwise...

It's all a futile effort."

Arthur spoke with certainty.

Marinda, in many respects, had Arthur quite on guard, but he wasn't the least bit worried about her dealings with men or the various designs and layouts stemming from that; she detested men!

That instinct emanating from deep within her body.

It was something that could never be concealed.

To put it simply, it was too easy to see through.

The recent scene was no different; Marinda must have pondered for a long time to come up with a way to mock him without making contact.

Too bad for her, he remembered how she fled in panic yesterday.

Given the nature of this woman who valued face, how could she be so gentle today?

He had been on his guard all along.

However, more than these, what Arthur cared about was—

"There won't be any problems with your 'advance,' right?"

He had seen clever schemes backfire more than once.

Even if Marinda was the one handling it, Arthur still needed to ask.

"No, because it was arranged by Lord Count!"

Marinda said, with a trace of amusement in her eyes.

Arthur immediately reacted.

"Arranged by Lord Count?

Someone plans to complicate this matter?

Baron Kemir isn't going to suddenly produce a distant nephew or something, is he?"

Arthur's gaze turned towards Marinda.

Although he knew Marinda probably wouldn't do something superfluous, he still wanted to confirm.

"Don't look at me; it was the Old Lion who messed around.

The spy of the Lord Count sent back the news, that's why we're cutting the Gordian knot so swiftly."

Marinda immediately flipped Arthur the bird in response to his mistrust.

Arthur returned the gesture while his mind began to race.

Opportunity!

An opportunity to unlock the ruins near the beach!

That Mother Tigress was heavily preoccupied.

There was also Marinda's inheritance of the title as a cover.

It truly was an opportunity that comes once in a blue moon.

However, Arthur did not take the initiative to speak up.

Because he was certain that Marinda would not overlook this point—being the proactive developer of those ruins, Arthur did not believe Marinda would be indifferent.

The previous 'stagnation' was nothing more than a lack of the right moment and manpower.

For the covert excavation of the ruins, Marinda must be extremely cautious, definitely not hiring professional Relic Explorers ostentatiously.

It was bound to be mostly her own people.

At the same time, it had to be under the guise of building warehouses or something of the sort.

But the progress was incredibly slow.

So slow that the warehouse or whatever else should have been completed recently, and it couldn't be delayed any longer.

This was the first point!

And then there was the even more important second point—

Marinda knew from him that more people were watching that place, especially the Kledos Family, which had been paying attention to it for a long time.

Therefore, Marinda showed up at his place.

This woman wanted to utilize the professional exploration team of 'Storm Sword' Deljo under his command to finish exploring the ruins, and use this as a reason to shut him up, getting her deserved share in the process.

'What a generous and cooperative woman!'

After sighing inwardly, Arthur became even more comfortable enjoying his breakfast.

At the table beside him, Marinda also wasn't in a hurry as she began to write with her finger—

Beach.

Fifty-fifty.

Marinda wrote these numbers down thoroughly.

Arthur was not moved at all.

He knew this was not Marinda's bottom line.

In fact, it was so.

When Arthur picked up his fifth egg tart, the lady wrote on the table again—

Forty-sixty.

I've invested too much in the early stage; this is the bottom line.

Although the lady wrote this, after just a short pause, she added another sentence.

I'll give you four new Kirk Sailboats on top of that.

Eight boats.

Arthur wrote with one hand while holding an egg tart in the other.

Why don't you drop dead?

Greedy bastard.

This wasn't written with her hand; it was expressed through the lady's gaze.

Subsequently, the lady wrote again—

Six boats!

These are the last of the new boats I can mobilize.

'The last of the new boats?

That means there are still...

Secondhand boats!'

Arthur began to calculate inwardly.

After hearing news of 'Bloody John', Marinda gave him two boats; then because of the business with the three sons of the Bern Family in the Docklands, she sent him another new boat.

Trading the management rights of South Town, he again exchanged for eight new boats from Marinda.

Plus the current six new boats.

Unbeknownst to him, he had accumulated 17 new boats, nearly catching up with the fleet of 20 boats in collaboration with Marinda.

Most importantly, these 17 brand new Kirk Sailboats hadn't cost him a penny.

Considering the cost of 25,000 Gold Coins for a brand new Kirk Sailboat.

'Did I unwittingly shear this woman for 425,000 Gold Coins in wool over these past two or three days?

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No wonder she has become a bit stingy lately; probably all her orders at the South Los Shipyard are gone.

Well, I'll just assume I went soft this time.

Who would expect me to be a young, upright, innocent, and kind 'Spirit Medium'?

Sighing inwardly, Arthur nodded with feigned difficulty.

After all, you can't keep shearing the same sheep over and over.

What if it's shorn bald?

Best to let it grow before shearing again.

When Marinda saw Arthur agreed, she was somewhat surprised.

He agreed so easily this time?

Was this guy setting another trap for me?

The lady pondered inwardly, but then, her gaze landed on the empty basket—

"You jerk, you didn't leave me a single morsel of food!"