They all call me Great Master-Chapter 724 - 721: Harvest I

The sound from the jumping lead box was extremely faint, yet for Arthur at this moment, it seemed like thunder right next to his ear.

Of course, that wasn't the real reason that made Arthur smile.

The real reason was—

In that first-class cabin, Joe's pacing footsteps.

Fast and frequent.

Right after the lead box had jumped, that 'prey' Joe, who had always been under Arthur's watch, was now in this state.

Followed by a sudden pause.

During this pause, not a single sound could be heard.

Even the breathing had ceased.

Of course, this didn't mean the person was dead.

It was because 'Mikhail' possessed Joe had set up barriers, seeking outside help.

As for who the outside help was?

Naturally, it was the Old Lion from Inner Bay.

The special nature of Mikhail, the 'Lady of Sorrow', made Arthur unwilling to let go, but before he truly 'possessed' him, Arthur didn't mind letting him play a role for a bit longer.

Such as...

Distracting the Old Lion's attention, reducing the pressure on his later voyage!

'Go ahead! Go ahead!

Go check on South Los!

The Countess welcomes you!'

Arthur thought to himself, his smile growing even thicker.

Especially after noticing that Marinda had been stealthily observing him, Arthur immediately winked at Marinda, and almost instantly, the lady realized what was happening.

'Is this rascal planning to make me distract the Old Lion?'

Thinking this, Marinda discreetly stepped on Arthur's toes.

Arthur's smile immediately turned into a grimace, and he raised his hands in a conceding gesture, a begging look on his face.

"Hmph!"

Marinda snorted coldly.

But it was just a snort.

Wanting to gain benefits without bearing the risks—where's such a good deal? She knew what would happen when she decided to sign the profit contract of Doldot Port.

The Old Lion?

He was always her artificial enemy.

As for Arthur, this rascal?

Wasn't she already punishing him?

But Marinda still had doubts in her heart.

'All these matters could be written in the contract. Why did Arthur do it this way?

Even if it were written in the contract, I would have agreed.

And why did he have to show it, letting me know?'

Marinda cast a suspicious glance at Arthur.

And Arthur?

Laughing, he mouthed three words—

I am willing!

Though she couldn't hear the sound, Marinda seemed to already hear Arthur's words mixed with a playful tone and laughter.

Because of this, Marinda almost subconsciously retaliated.

The lady wanted to give Arthur a punch.

The kind aimed at the abdomen.

But just before throwing the punch, the lady changed her mind,

The lady placed her other foot atop as well.

In an instant, there was almost no distance between the two.

With Marinda's feet atop Arthur's, and the moment of eye contact between those azure and deep eyes, both turned their heads.

Together they turned left. When they realized the other did the same, almost instinctively, they both turned right.

Without any practice, yet with perfect accord.

In the end, they both stopped again.

Those pairs of eyes, met once more—

"I'm going back to South Los!"

Marinda said this as she walked briskly away.

"Then...

Have a safe trip!

Are you coming for dinner tonight?"

Arthur scratched his head and asked.

"Do you think visiting here is easy for me?

The farther you are from South Los, the greater my exhaustion becomes, and if it weren't for the 'Oriental' being marked by me personally, I couldn't even reach Port Doldot."

Marinda irritably turned her back on Arthur and raised her middle finger.

"So, the 'Oriental' won't be setting sail today."

Arthur said softly.

Marinda, who was walking ahead, paused in her step.

But the next moment, she walked even faster.

"I will bring the egg tarts baked by Aunt Mary."

As the lady's figure was about to completely disappear, a gentle voice came with the wind.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Arthur laughed.

He, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, just wanted to eat some egg tarts.

After all, joyful occasions should be celebrated with food.

Then, Arthur's gaze turned to the text in front of him—

[Throughout Seberlin, your wisdom, agility, and kindness are celebrated, you saved Port Doldot, and everyone there is grateful to you; XP+5000]

[More people have heard your name: XP+1000]

...

A busy night, much planning.

At last, a worthy reward had come.

Not just the largest gain of 5000 XP points but also reaching new heights in daily XP earnings.

Moreover, Arthur firmly believed that as time brewed, new heights would come.

Seeing the XP reach 11200 points, although there was a long way to go until 99999 XP points, as long as it increased, there was hope.

Hope brought motivation.

What's more...

He had just reached Port Doldot in Seberlin.

There were still the Ainhars Territory and Bert Territory to go.

And, Inner Bay.

Arthur was confident that he would gain even more XP on the road ahead.

After all, people always cooperated.

The young Spirit Medium really wanted to say a loud thank you.

However, this kind of remote thanksgiving was far too impolite and insincere.

So, he decided to thank them in person.

He had to sincerely say thank you to their face.

Of course, that would be later.

Now?

Arthur returned to the upper cabin's terrace, where Pendragon, seemingly unaware of the one who had just completed a beautifully executed rescue mission without receiving any reward or even a word of praise, continued to sunbathe, simply flicking its tail.

Was it because of a clumsy rescue attempt?

What did that matter?

It was in charge of commanding!

Thinking this, Pendragon felt even more aggrieved, directly turned its body away, and turned its back on Arthur.

"Fancy some dried fish?"

Pendragon's ears twitched.

"How about some egg yolk?"

The tip of Pendragon's wagging tail perked up.

"Want to sniff some catnip?"

Pendragon turned around, stretched its body, yawned, and then suddenly realized its master was there, standing right in front of it.

Immediately, the cat that loved its master the most—

Meow~ Meow~ Meow~

While meowing, it rubbed its head against Arthur's trouser leg.

What flattery?

Can a cat's actions ever be called flattery?

"Pendragon, you're quite the flatterer."

Arthur lifted his chubby orange cat, held it in front of him, and scrutinized it closely.

They say a cat mirrors its owner, but he had never been so flattering.

What's up with this cat?

Did it grow crooked?

"Meow meow meow!"

Pendragon sensed the meaning in its master's eyes and immediately began to protest.

After a series of cat calls, Pendragon suddenly realized its master was looking at it with a half-smile.

Feeling the trouble, Pendragon tried to escape, but Arthur was not about to let him go.

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium held his chubby orange cat tightly, communicating through the power of the contract—

'Pendragon, kneel down, Daddy begs you for a favor!'