They all call me Great Master-Chapter 732 - 729: Blood Web III

With billowing smoke rings, Marinda arrived on time, carrying a wooden lunchbox.

The lunchbox was divided into three layers, with not only the promised egg tarts but also larger pan tarts and egg tarts with added matcha, cream, and various fruits.

Undoubtedly, these were all Aunt Mary's new products.

In response, Arthur gave his one hundred percent approval—

"Not bad!

The caramel one is the most delicious!"

Wearing an apron, Arthur directly followed his 'Spirit Medium instincts' and took out the most attractive egg tart from the lunchbox and put it in his mouth.

The crisp and tender texture immediately woke up his taste buds, enhancing the sweetness and caramelized flavor, like a breeze suddenly blowing on a hot afternoon.

It wasn't cool, but it was comfortable enough.

Marinda accepted the compliment with a curl of her lips.

Because...

The caramel egg tart was made by her.

It definitely wasn't burnt.

Just a simple case of high heat, that's all.

And today's baking of the egg tarts was just an accident, a spur of the moment thing. It certainly wasn't specially made for Arthur to taste her cooking.

Marinda affirmed this to herself with a cheerful mood.

Arthur glanced at the smile on the corner of Marinda's mouth and smiled inwardly as well.

Food, why is it delicious?

Apart from filling the stomach, isn't it because there's a bit of heart in it?

And when such sentiment comes from a partner with whom one can cooperate for life, it is even more necessary to savor.

The sugar turned into salt?

No big deal.

Sweet or not, isn't it up to him to decide?

If he says it's sweet, then it's sweet.

If he says it's delicious, then it's delicious.

It's not some top-tier intrigue like 'Nine Twists Intestines'.

It's just a small gathering, not that complicated—

Arthur served the beef noodles he had made.

Most of the ingredients were ready in the kitchen, but making and cooking the noodles, as well as seasoning the base, were genuinely done by Arthur.

"Try it, I made it myself."

Arthur said.

"You can cook?

Don't tell me you can't even tell sugar from salt?"

Marinda was full of doubt.

Even though she had investigated Arthur, who managed to cook for himself at home, the fact that every time they met thereafter involved ordering from a private kitchen or eating ready-made meals made it hard for Marinda to believe in Arthur's culinary skills.

But in fact, Arthur did quite well.

The soup was rich but not greasy.

The noodles were firm and elastic.

As for the beef, what more needs to be said?

The chefs who could make it aboard the 'Oriental' were all carefully selected.

So, with one bite, Marinda was taken aback.

Subconsciously, Marinda took another look at Arthur, then took another bite.

"There are apples in the soup to prevent it from being greasy.

When mixing the dough, I added egg whites.

The beef, in particular, is my exclusive recipe."

Arthur explained as he brought out a pot of beef noodles from the nearby kitchen—this was prepared for himself.

Watching Arthur slurping the noodles, a full sense of surprise flickered in Marinda's deep blue eyes.

Arthur's cooking skills...

No!

Arthur's noodles are really tasty.

But is that the point?

No!

Although South Los is a port city, with delicious food from all over South County, the staple food of South County is still mainly various breads and potatoes.

Some of the islands make rice casseroles.

And noodles?

There are some, but definitely not the soup noodles Arthur had made.

These soup noodles are more a part of North County's diet.

The practice of putting apples in the soup is indeed the secret recipe of chefs from North County.

Despite the lack of more industries in North County, as 'Lady of the Eternal Night' from South Los, Marinda naturally had a vast knowledge and memory.

This lady could find more information from extremely minute details, thereby using this information to maintain her undefeated standing.

It was so before.

This time?

No exception—

Marinda's gaze turned towards the Lead Box Coffin.

The moment she had entered the cabin, the lady had seen the Lead Box Coffin.

However, the lady did not inquire.

In fact, there was no need to ask more.

With yesterday's experience, the lady was very clear about what was inside.

'Lady of Sorrow'!

Or rather, something related to 'Lady of Sorrow'!

Plus the North County noodles...

'Are they hiding their information in North County?'

Unconsciously, Marinda started guessing.

Then, the lady asked with her eyes—

'Speak up.'

'Speak what?'

Arthur was startled, but the speed at which he ate noodles did not decrease; on the contrary, he ate even faster, and that slurping sound made Marinda couldn't help but pick up the bowl in front of her.

'Of course, it's about what this here has to do with North County!' Marinda inquired while sipping the soup in small mouthfuls.

Arthur did not answer immediately but finished off the soup in the pot with gulps and then wiped his mouth.

'Nothing at all!'

Arthur's eyes were so resolute.

Resolute as if he had overdone it in acting.

Marinda immediately rolled her eyes but did not pursue further.

The lady knew Arthur's honesty. If it was possible to speak, Arthur would definitely tell, and now that Arthur did not, it naturally meant he could not speak.

Or rather...

Could not speak!

The lady glanced at the Lead Box Coffin.

Naturally, it was because of this thing.

Could not speak, yet needed to tell her so much, was it to make her...

Send a message!

To communicate with her cousin!

Immediately, Marinda guessed Arthur's intention.

'I knew you were not so kind-hearted for inviting me to dinner. As expected, a bad guy!'

Marinda clearly remembered, when she had left in the morning, the Lead Box Coffin was not there, and now upon her return, it had appeared.

It was just too obvious.

'I had no choice.'

Arthur spread his hands.

Seeing this, Marinda's mouth turned up in a smile.

Of course, she knew Arthur's reluctance.

The presence of Grandma Susan made it clear that Arthur was not suitable to talk directly with her cousin; he would be too constrained, and besides, the Lead Box Coffin needed to be guarded.

Such secretive matters were naturally Arthur's own doing.

So, he had turned to her.

Because Arthur trusted her.

'Considering what's below, I will help you.'

Marinda indicated with a smile that she did not mind acting as a Messenger.

Moreover, the lady did not delay. After eating a bowl of noodles, she left straightaway.

Looking at that smoke trailing away once more, Arthur's eyes revealed a smile—

Why he liked working with Marinda.

Beyond Marinda's own strength, what mattered most was her cleverness.

He not only liked such clever collaborators but also greatly appreciated them.

It was really too comfortable!

The young Southern Los Spirit Medium stretched lazily, yawning with her mouth, leaning back against the chair, as if she had fallen into a doze.

Meanwhile, outside Port Doldot, Grindelwald opened his eyes.