They all call me Great Master

Arthur's presence and the second drawing directly pushed the salon atmosphere on the 'Oriental' to a whole new level.

Everyone was smiling.

And amid the laughter and joy, time always flies.

The moon unknowingly set.

The sun had already risen high.

Arthur stood on the deck of the top cabin, stretching lazily—he had just returned, and when he did, more than half of the guests in the banquet hall were already asleep.

Those who were awake were also struggling to stay awake.

And this was exactly what Arthur wanted.

He needed everything to seem reasonable.

The young spirit medium raised his hand and beckoned.

Immediately, Old John emerged from the shadows of the observation deck.

The chief sailor of the 'Oriental' respectfully bowed and saluted Arthur—

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Old John.

I need you to tell Old Barry that I hope my guests can have a sound sleep.

Instead of setting off in the morning, we'll depart at noon.

Therefore, we need to conduct an over-supply at Port Pult."

Arthur ordered slowly.

Old John nodded repeatedly.

As for Arthur's orders, this former pirate leader would naturally execute them unconditionally.

It's not just about contracts.

Or rather, it used to be about contracts.

But now?

It's the strength that Arthur has shown all along.

Such strength made this former pirate leader submit.

Pirates are such people.

As long as you're strong enough, you can earn their loyalty.

Arthur, who understood this, naturally didn't mind showing his strength in front of Old John.

Contractual constraints?

They're always the foundation.

Arthur firmly believed that the friendship built upon contracts was the most 'valuable'.

For example: Marinda.

In the latter half of the night, Marinda left the 'Oriental'—the situation in South Los prevented the lady from staying on the 'Oriental' for long; no matter how curious or longing she might be, she had to return to South Los to manage the situation.

However, upon leaving, the lady used a secret phrase that only the two of them understood to convey to Arthur.

"I look forward to it!"

As she said this, Marinda's blue eyes were filled with a leap.

It was a genuine anticipation.

Mixed with an indescribable emotion.

Facing such Marinda, Arthur's reply was equally straightforward.

"I won't disappoint you!"

Arthur's reply was confident.

Because, regarding Bert Territory and Rondohart Port, Arthur already had arrangements—

"Old John, you also need to inform Old Barry that we won't stop at Rondohart Port; we need to head directly to Kilg Harbor in the Inner Bay."

No matter your myriad arrangements.

As long as I don't engage.

Then it's useless.

Moreover…

I can directly hit the target.

Arthur certainly wouldn't let down the arrangements of Jimte, Kalal, Hayes.

"Yes, sir."

Old John bowed and left.

Arthur then gave a big yawn facing the morning sun.

Immediately, he lay on the lounge chair, his breathing became even.

Only, his eyes remained slightly narrowed.

...

In the Inner Bay, Peach Kernel Street was already bustling in the morning.

This is a street near the dock, originally known for stockpiling peach kernels, but as transport through the Inland River rose, the warehouses originally for storing peach kernels have become storage for various goods, thus making the family of 'Baron Singer' increasingly affluent.

Only, this baron's reputation wasn't good.

Because the baron was thought to be incompetent, only flattering to gain his high position.

Of course, more importantly, the baron flattered not the Old Lion but Baro Hamlet, the Old Lion's brother.

With Lord Baro's reputation, it's surprising for Baron Singer to have a good name.

Moreover, Baron Singer, like the lord he served, was arrogant and brainless.

The most famous incident is when a farmer came to the Inner Bay for dental care due to a toothache, but the pies in Inner Bay smelled so tempting that the farmer stopped to watch and drooled, seen by Baron Singer who immediately dragged the farmer into a bet.

The bet was for the farmer to eat ten pies, if capable, he'd get ten gold coins, but if he couldn't, the farmer had to give a part of his body to the baron—make no mistake, the pies in Inner Bay are hefty enough that one pie can fill a person, eating ten would likely cause someone to burst.

The farmer agreed.

After eating two pies, he couldn't eat any more.

Then, the farmer 'gave' his bad tooth to Baron Singer.

It wasn't self-extracted.

Upon hearing 'tooth', to show his generosity, Baron Singer summoned a dentist, and as the farmer admitted defeat, attendants swarmed, restraining the farmer while the dentist extracted the tooth.

Throughout the process, the farmer cried out.

The more the farmer cried out, the happier Baron Singer became.

Once the tooth was extracted, the farmer ran off crying.

Things could be deemed complete at this point.

If not for the dentist, who drank too much, saying the tooth was bad—because of this, Baron Singer became the butt of jokes.

Many called him 'Bad Tooth Baron', others 'Pie Baron'.

To this, Baron Singer pretends not to hear.

He staunchly believes it is slander by stupid peasants.

But now this baron cannot ignore it.

Because—

Two of his teeth had already been extracted.

Moreover, the person in front is preparing to extract the third.

The first two teeth extracted were pain-induced experiences.

Baron Singer certainly didn't want a third experience.

Thus, he pleaded with the man in front clad in a hooded cloak.

"Please spare me!

I have done as you instructed!

However, the will of Lord Baro is beyond my control, if he wishes to see you, he surely will come, but if he does not wish to see you, he certainly won't come!"

The chubby, 1.5-meter tall Baron Singer resembling a ball cried miserably.

As for Jimte, who just extracted two of his teeth, of course, understood.

However, this did not mean the wanderer knight from the Norvia Family would spare this guy.

"Ah!"

With a shrill cry, Baron Singer's third tooth was extracted.

Clutching his mouth, the baron rolled around on the ground.

Jimte gazed upon him, playfully saying—

"Alright, alright.

It's not that painful.

Now, let's proceed to the next segment…

Eating pies!"

The pies made by Baron Singer's cook were quite good, golden brown and crispy on the outside, full of meat inside.

But for Baron Singer, who just had three teeth extracted, it was torture.

Hot, painful.

Moreover, there were ten pies.

He'd be stuffed to death.

Why hasn't the lord arrived yet.

Eating, Baron Singer lamented.

And Jimte, smiling as he watched the scene, secretly shivered inside—

It turned out just like this!