They all call me Great Master

Bert Territory, Rondohart Port.

In a certain secret room, three large candles on a silver candlestick illuminated the entire space, and the ceramic round table and chairs were filled with early Empire Era style.

The white-dominated handmade carpet beneath the table and chairs, with golden edges, indicates that this carpet is from the Holy Era.

As everyone knows, whether it's Empire Era furniture or a Holy Era carpet, they perfectly interpret a word—

Expensive!

Chased by Nobles.

Admired by commoners.

This is the legacy left by those two eras.

Of course, this is only a small part of the secret room. The oil paintings on the walls, the jewelry in the hidden cabinets, are all masterpieces.

Even Gresah Hamlet thought Depro was too extravagant.

It's not that the Golden Lion Family couldn't afford the same things, but the Little Lion needs to invest more of his wealth into more needed places.

The guard around him.

The spies and Death Warriors he's sent out.

And the recruitment of unique talents.

All of these need Gold Coins.

And the subsequent maintenance is even more staggering in cost.

However, besides surprise, the Little Lion didn't envy or feel jealous.

After all, these things will soon be his.

Depro is dead.

The inheritance from the other party will naturally be his.

While pondering Depro's worth in his heart, the Little Lion smiled warmly at Depro, who seemed to be thinking with eyes closed, but his breathing was already chaotic, and said softly—

"What are you worried about?

Don't worry.

The plan won't have any issues."

The Little Lion said confidently.

For the Little Lion, he would not allow himself to fail again.

The first two times he was careless.

And this time?

He had already laid a heaven-and-earth net in Rondohart Port, as long as Arthur came, he wouldn't escape.

He not only wanted to wash away the humiliation of the previous two times but also return that humiliation tenfold, hundredfold to that Southern Lost Spirit Medium—he heard that the medium had a lover in South Los, he planned to let the two meet, and he would castrate the medium in front of his lover, then?

Naturally do things the opponent couldn't do after being castrated.

As for the end?

He would mercifully lock them separately into an iron maiden and sink them to the seabed.

Thinking of the process made the Little Lion shiver with excitement.

And thinking of the result made the corners of the Little Lion's mouth involuntarily lift.

However, the Eldest Son of Count Bert sitting opposite him was different.

"Diliven and Peigi are harder to deal with than imagined.

These two bastards not only secretly recruited a lot of people, but they also...

Raise Death Warriors!"

At this, Depro slammed the table hard.

Clearly, the act of raising Death Warriors by his two brothers had touched Depro's bottom line.

Seeing this, the Little Lion laughed even more happily in his heart.

Why did Diliven and Peigi expose so many trump cards?

Of course, it was because of him.

Because of his promise.

Even more because of his inducement.

He wanted to make the three sons of Count Bert slaughter each other.

So he pushed with all his might.

From the current perspective, the effect is quite good.

However, the Little Lion still chose to pour oil on the fire—

"Hiss, raising Death Warriors?"

A look of surprise appeared on the Little Lion's face, and his eyes were filled with seriousness.

This scene further enraged Depro.

"What do they want? What do they want?

I am the eldest son!

I am the first heir!"

Depro shouted loudly.

Immediately, the Little Lion stood up, patted the other's shoulder, and said.

"Calm down, Depro.

We all know you are Count Bert's eldest son, the first heir to Bert Territory; everyone knows and acknowledges this.

So we just need to wait for the arrival of that Spirit Medium.

After that?

Everything will be as it should."

The Little Lion comforted Depro.

Without a doubt, the Little Lion's comfort was extremely effective.

Depro took a deep breath, sat down again, and started to wait patiently.

The Little Lion smiled watching it all.

He found it amusing.

Just like when he trained dogs as a child.

No!

It was much more fun than training dogs.

Time passed second by second.

The sun rose from the east, quickly reached the sky's center, then began to sink westward.

"Why haven't they come yet?"

Depro once again became anxious.

"There was an all-night carnival on the 'Oriental' last night; being late is very normal. Don't you allow some comfort before death?"

The informed Little Lion smiled and said.

But soon, this Little Lion couldn't laugh—

Buzz!

The communication crystal flashed.

"Master, the 'Oriental' didn't stop at Rondohart Port; it went straight to Inner Bay."

As soon as the communication crystal was connected, a hurried voice rang inside.

The Little Lion frowned.

And Depro jumped straight up.

"What?"

The Eldest Son of Count Bert exclaimed, his face changing color continuously.

The unexpected action of the 'Oriental' disrupted his deployment.

No!

He might end up achieving nothing.

Especially with Diliven and Peigi secretly raising Death Warriors.

This made him feel a choke in his throat.

He didn't want to sleep with his eyes open.

'No!

I can't wait any longer!

I might be able to wait, but Diliven and Peigi definitely won't wait.

They will understand that exposed Death Warriors will lose their greatest effectiveness, so they will take desperate measures...

I can't sit and wait for death!'

Thinking this, Depro stepped forward to walk out.

As for whether the mutual slaughter among brothers would invoke Count Bert's anger?

No, it wouldn't!

Because he had a more suitable excuse.

Arthur Kredos left.

But Gresah Hamlet is still around.

A suitable excuse was enough to deal with their father, who doesn't leave the ancestral home in the suburbs.

As for the consequences?

As long as Diliven and Peigi died.

Even if it meant declaring war on Inner Bay, he wasn't afraid.

At worst, using 'Noble Privilege,' he could cede some benefits.

Thinking of this, Depro quickened his pace.

At the same time, the words of this Eldest Son of the Count rang out—

"Gleisa, our cooperation is terminated.

When you leave, make sure not to let anyone notice."

Finishing his words, the Eldest Son of Count Bert walked away without turning back.

And the Little Lion narrowed his eyes.

He sensed a different meaning from the other's words.

'Bastard, Fool!

Damn it!

Then go die!'

The Little Lion rose quietly and left too.

However, after leaving the secret room, this heir to Inner Bay took out two communication crystals, ready to contact Diliven and Peigi.

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium's unexpected direct heading to Inner Bay caught the Little Lion off guard.

But this didn't mean the Little Lion would abandon Bert Territory.

Bert Territory, he was determined to have it!

However, before the Little Lion could connect with Diliven and Peigi, another communication crystal he carried flashed.

Without hesitation, the Little Lion connected directly.

This communication crystal was unique to his spies stationed in Inner Bay.

Contacting him at this time must mean something important had happened in Inner Bay.

With the necessary preparation in mind, yet upon hearing the news once connected, the Little Lion's brows still furrowed, and he couldn't help but exclaim—

"What?"