They all call me Great Master-Chapter 564 - 561: The Sweetness of Returning Home!

Arthur, faced with Marinda's question, did not respond directly.

Instead, he took two quick steps forward.

As he walked, he said,

"If I were being dishonest, I would graciously say that I'll let you off this time, but remember my face, the next time we meet, I won't be merciful."

Then, I turned and walked away.

Suddenly, I turned back.

"Hee hee hee, my dear child, we meet again!"

As Arthur spoke, he suddenly spun around and gave Marinda a bizarre laugh.

Marinda immediately rolled her eyes.

"Childish!"

The lady judged.

"Isn't that considered dishonest?

Do you really want me to add another line: I can live with guilt all my life, but I cannot live in constant fear, huh?

Isn't that a bit redundant?

It would be better to say: I hid much better than you back then, that's why I survived."

Arthur spread his hands, a look of helplessness on his face.

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"That's not good either.

If it were me, I would change my identity, adopt this child, and as a father, provide him with love and care, painstakingly teach him all kinds of knowledge, and ensure he has a childhood sweetheart and kind neighbors. Then, when he comes of age, have a mighty 'enemy' kill me, his sweetheart kidnapped, and the kind neighbor's family eradicated for trying to inform him.

He would avenge me.

And that is what I would most like to see."

Marinda said earnestly.

"That's too long, too many variables.

And, people, they are complex.

You never know how terrifying the power of habit can be.

Just like you don't know how terrifying the power of emotions can be.

Of course, you also missed one point."

Arthur shook his head, disagreeing.

"Which point?"

Marinda grew curious.

"I do not allow an enemy more powerful than myself to live."

Arthur paused, whispering into Marinda's ear.

Arthur's sudden closeness made Marinda's hair stand on end.

The visceral rejection her body felt was about to make the lady nauseous.

But at that moment, this lady was captivated by Arthur's words, she turned her head and looked at Arthur's face, so close at hand.

Especially that mischievous smile curling his lips.

For the first time, she realized how much she resonated with Arthur.

What he thought was the same as what she thought.

He and she...

Ugh!

The exclamations in her mind did not stop her body's visceral reaction.

Marinda immediately turned her head and vomited.

"Are you alright?"

Arthur asked with feigned concern, suppressing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was clearly doing it on purpose.

Marinda knew that Arthur was doing it on purpose.

Thus, the lady glared at Arthur.

And at this moment—

"Are you alright?"

A crisp voice rang out.

A girl dressed in a cloth dress with a washed-out linen cloth as her headscarf approached—about fourteen or fifteen years old, her face was gaunt but her eyes were clean and clear and her palms were also clean. Her voice was very pleasing when she spoke.

In her hand was a basket.

From the wax residue on the edge of the basket, it was clear she was a girl delivering candles.

Definitely not from Old Town.

People in Old Town could not afford candles.

Most of these candles would end up at grocery stores in the Shire District or at pre-ordered households.

If they were the top-grade beeswax candles, they would be delivered to special stores, which then contact buyers of considerable standing.

But the candles in this little girl's basket, judging by the residue, must be Shire District's mainstream candles: animal fat candles.

Like at No. 2 Cork Street, where candles added with pine nut oil are used.

The smell is pleasant and they burn brighter.

Marinda had noticed this little girl earlier.

But she hadn't expected her to come over and show concern.

The girl was clearly struggling herself.

"It's nothing, my wife is just pregnant.

Thank you for your concern, if you don't mind..."

"This one's for you."

Arthur, standing nearby, smiled and waved his hand while pulling out a candy wrapped in waterproof paper.

This was a byproduct of the Mint Elixir Arthur usually concocted: mint candy.

It wasn't adjusted by "Spirituality".

It was just purely sweet and cool.

The little girl was evidently frightened by Arthur's enthusiasm.

Candy was not cheap.

Especially in Old Town, you wouldn't get one all year long.

And the little girl was certain, this candy was expensive.

Because, even though it was wrapped in waterproof paper, she could still smell the sweet scent mixed with mint.

So, the little girl shook her head repeatedly.

"It's okay, I was just asking casually.

If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

With that, the little girl turned around and left.

No!

To be more accurate, she turned and ran.

Watching her fleeing figure, Arthur rubbed his nose, looking embarrassed.

This brought about Marinda's merciless teasing.

"That little girl was scared by you.

Did you know?

Your presence just now was like those maimed traffickers."

As Marinda spoke, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her mouth.

Arthur looked surprised.

"Traffickers get maimed?"

"I thought it was the Burning Stake."

"The stake wastes firewood.

Do you think just anyone gets burned at the stake?"

Marinda said irritably.

"True.

So, could we find a group of traffickers and use the small fries as firewood, while the ringleader gets burned?"

Arthur suggested.

Marinda instinctively wanted to object.

However, she then considered it feasible.

Then, just as she was about to discuss with Arthur how to better recycle, she noticed Arthur was looking in the direction the little girl had gone.

"What do you think her family will eat tonight?"

Arthur asked softly.

Marinda immediately understood that the little girl was the person Arthur had chosen.

Regarding this, Marinda did not object.

"Probably not very good,"

Marinda said.

The girl's clothing doomed her family's dinner to be meager, even when the Cold Winter Festival was near.

But what of it?

For just this once, Marinda wouldn't mind.

Because—

This was part of the game.

The two exchanged a smile then followed her.

...

Alma ran out two steps in panic, her face flushed.

Having grown up in Old Town, Alma had learned to discern people early on; that gentleman with the gentle smile was obviously not a bad person and truly wanted to thank her.

But she couldn't accept the candy.

She didn't think a subconscious inquiry deserved such a piece of candy.

To accept it would be too much.

But to refuse it would make her seem disrespectful.

So, Alma ran.

However, Alma still recalled that young gentleman's smile.

It was really kind.

And that young gentleman's wife.

She was really beautiful.

They must be a truly kind-hearted couple, a match made in heaven!

Thinking this, Alma quickened her pace.

Because today was the day her brother Alvin was coming back.

And when he had left last time, her brother had promised her, saying on the day he came back for the Cold Winter Festival, he would bring her candy—

"Maybe not as exquisite as the gentleman's, but it will definitely be sweet.

Yes, surely!"