They all call me Great Master-Chapter 450 447 Arthur: Facing the Curse, I Have Expert Solutions!

Ten boxes were lined up in a row, Little Lisop and Fengter stood to the left and right, opening the boxes one by one.

Gold coins!

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Full boxes of gold coins shone with the unique luster of gold.

Hiss!

The sight made the merchants inhale sharply in surprise.

Previously, the value represented by the books was something they couldn't gauge, but in front of them now were solid gold coins, whose value they knew all too well.

They fixed their gaze on the coins, quickly estimating their number.

At least 2000 gold coins in each box.

Ten boxes meant that was...

20000?!

Upon reaching this conclusion, many merchants had envy and jealousy flashing in their eyes.

But not greed.

Perhaps they felt it inside, but they would never show it.

They had already heard of the 'Lady of the Eternal Night's' methods, and now they understood that there was also a 'Spirit Medium' from South Los behind her.

'It seems that the rumors of being 'kept' could be true!'

Many merchants thought to themselves.

Meanwhile, they began shuffling further into the corners.

In the current setting, this was not the place for them to 'assert themselves'.

Hadn't they seen Brule cowering there like a quail?

Seeing Brule's figure, some merchants squinted their eyes, a different idea brewing in their minds.

And Brule?

He was certainly aware of these gazes.

But now, the wealthy merchant had no time to care about them.

He was so regretful he wanted to slap himself.

He wanted to question why he had become momentarily complacent and shortsighted.

Look at the situation now!

He and the 'Lady of the Eternal Night' were worlds apart; how did he dare to entertain the thought of replacing her?

'Damn it! Damn it!'

The wealthy merchant cursed himself repeatedly, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He was looking for a way to keep himself 'safe'.

This merchant was no fool, now seeing the 'embarrassment' of the Nobles of South Los, he finally found his place.

Baron Korol's and Baron Hausman's Swordsmanship Chiefs, Lord Bern's old butler, and the three nephews of Lords Ernest, Dibwa, and Bass were in no mood to pay attention to the cornered merchants, not even the famed Brule meant much in the eyes of these six.

The intensity that Little Lisop and Fengter imposed upon the six was keenly felt.

Each of them felt their throats going dry.

Particularly, the old butler from the Bern Family felt the world spinning around him.

Because he was fully aware of the financial state of the Bern Family.

If this continues...

The Bern Family might be finished!

While the other five Noble families were not in such dire straits, they too were sorely grieved—Baron Korol's and Baron Hausman's Swordsmanship Chiefs were quietly discussing the situation with their loyal followers through Messenger Stones.

But the three nephews of Lords Ernest, Dibwa, and Bass looked at each other in dismay.

Because they had already gotten their answer from their uncles.

In short, their uncles believed the gifts given were sufficient but also demanded the preservation of the family's dignity.

If they failed to do so, they would face the family's punishment!

This kind of demanding requirement left all three young men bewildered.

They vaguely felt that someone was playing tricks, but the arrow was already on the bow...

Suddenly, Lord Dibwa's nephew thought of something and boldly said,

"We have not formally thanked Lord Kledos for saving our lives."

Lord Bass's nephew immediately nodded.

"That's right, saving a life is like being reborn to new parents, and such a debt of gratitude must be formally and grandly acknowledged."

After speaking, the two exchanged a glance and took a step forward.

Lord Ernest's nephew then protested,

"Hold on for me, the three of us have sworn to become sworn brothers of different surnames. Your reborn parents are my own birth parents, so—we go together."

Lord Ernest's nephew shouted loudly.

Without delay, Lord Dibwa's and Lord Bass's nephews turned to look at Lord Ernest's nephew.

'Have you no shame at all!'

'Does shame fill your stomach? My uncle told me to figure it out on my own, wanting to maintain the Otester Family's dignity without wanting to give more!

And if I can't do it, I'll probably be exiled.

What can I do?

Isn't it the same for you?'

Lord Ernest's nephew shrugged.

Lord Dibwa's and Lord Bass's nephews displayed a look of helplessness in their eyes.

All three were in the same boat.

All three felt that even though they were far down the line of succession and would likely never inherit the family estates, and they had declared that they would become 'Wanderer Knights' in half a year, someone still didn't trust them and wanted to use this opportunity to completely remove them from the list of heirs.

Of course, what mattered most was that their uncles had silently permitted this.

Grief surged in their hearts.

Eventually, it turned into helplessness.

And then...

A hint of hatred as well.

After all, their fathers had contributed to their titles, and their uncles had promised to take care of them.

Even if they became "Wanderer Knights," they should at least receive an "Initial Startup Fund," even if it's just a suit of armor.

But their uncle clearly wasn't willing to give even that suit of armor.

The three glanced at each other, and then, they all saw that touch of unwillingness to accept this.

Afterward, without any hesitation, the three of them approached Arthur—

"I thank you for saving my life, and I am willing to follow you, Lord Kledos."

"Having been saved by you, with no way to repay this debt, I am willing to join your ranks and charge into battle for you."

"These two are my sworn brothers; by saving them, you saved me. I will swear loyalty to you, and this loyalty shall never waver for as long as I live."

The three young nobles knelt on one knee, drew their swords, and raised them high over their heads as they chanted in unison—

"I, Goodrian Ernest, do swear by 'my own name,' taking pride in my bloodline, to the man before me, Arthur Kredos, I shall remain loyal, fearless, and fight until death—Glory is my life!"

"I, Erwin Dibwa, do swear by 'my own name,' taking pride in my bloodline, to the man before me, Arthur Kredos, I shall remain loyal, fearless, and fight until death—Glory is my life!"

"I, Zhukov Bass, do swear by 'my own name,' taking pride in my bloodline, to the man before me, Arthur Kledos, I shall remain loyal, fearless, and fight until death—Glory is my life!"

The Lionheart Ceremony!

Chanting the "Lionheart Ceremony" in Glyphic Language immediately triggered the radiance of their spirituality.

Arthur stepped in front of the three, looking down at their young faces, he felt their resentment and also their expectation.

'Do they want to borrow my "power"?

Then...

This "power," I lend to you!'

Arthur responded to them with his gaze while verbally expressing it directly.

"I am looking forward to it!"

Having said that, he took each of their swords in turn, touched them to their shoulders, and then flipped the hilt upward.

When the three received their longswords again, the glow representing their spirituality melded into Arthur's body.

The ceremony is complete!

Edwin immediately brought over chairs, allowing the three young men, along with Little Lisop and Fengter, to sit around Arthur.

Next, everyone's gaze turned toward the old steward of the Bern Family.

They looked at the Swordsmanship Chiefs of Baron Korol and Baron Hausman.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Swordsmanship Chief of Baron Korol took off one of his rings, and the Swordsmanship Chief of Baron Hausman removed a bracelet from his wrist.

One could tell that the Swordsmanship Chiefs were noticeably pained by this.

The corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

And what about that old steward of the Bern Family?

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted to the ground.

Thud!

With a dull sound, the old steward collapsed.

It was clear to everyone that the old steward intended to "renege on his debts."

Instantly, the Swordsmanship Chiefs of Baron Korol and Baron Hausman were taken aback, and then they wished they had thought of this tactic themselves.

As for the old steward of the Bern Family lying on the ground, he was inwardly smug.

Even, inadvertently, the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

Arthur saw that smug smile.

So, very soon, the old steward could no longer smile.

Because—

"This old steward is possessed, Edwin, go to the washroom and fetch two pounds of faeces, and pour it into him, that will cure him," Arthur said directly.

Immediately, the hall went quiet.

And the old steward sprang up from the ground.

"No! I'm not possessed!"

"How could a person who's possessed claim they're possessed?

Little Lisop, Fengter, go hold him down.

If he keeps spouting nonsense, Wiggins, you smack him with the sole of your shoe."

Arthur commanded thus, and then with a kind expression, he softly spoke to the old steward—

"Please rest assured, I am the best Spirit Medium in South Los!

I will surely relieve you of your possession!"

Having said this, Arthur gestured with his hand.

Little Lisop, Fengter, and Wiggins rushed forward, dragging the old steward, who was howling like a ghost, into the washroom.

Hearing the miserable cries of the old steward, the Swordsmanship Chiefs of Baron Korol and Baron Hausman who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt their hairs stand on end.

If they were to be force-fed faeces, they'd rather choose death.

When they saw Arthur's seemingly amused glance turn their way, both men hurriedly held the removed items in their palms and respectfully presented them.

As Arthur picked up these two items, his gaze turned to the corner belonging to the merchants.

Among the merchants...

One person was missing!

These merchants, together with their families and servants, totaled 231 people, he remembered very clearly. The servants were all outside, with only 42 inside the hall.

And now, there were only 41 people remaining.

Aside from the person who disappeared, among those 42 just now, there were 4 who had secretly used 'Messenger Stones.'

'Tsk, what a lively affair,' Arthur thought to himself, as a black crow at the highest point of the manor spread its wings.

Passing messages, he could understand.

But this kind of fleeing?

Now that was interesting.

Arthur suddenly grew curious.

Then, as the vision from Fujin came back—

The eyes of the young 'Spirit Medium' narrowed suddenly.