They all call me Great Master

Words are always sharp.

Especially the words of a spirit medium, which are even more unsettling and embarrassing—

Much like the Old Lion's Young Son at this moment.

Holding the fish meat, neither putting it down nor swallowing it.

'Is the fish meat poisoned?

Is it poisoned?

No, right?

I watched him grill it; I didn't see him poison it?'

The Young Lion kept questioning himself in his heart, then naturally fell into an unprecedented dilemma, staring blankly at Arthur.

Arthur smiled.

Then he tore a piece of fish meat off and directly put it into his mouth.

"Don't worry, it's not poisoned.

Eat!

Hmm, it tastes good."

Arthur commented on his own cooking skill.

If one doesn't want to be a good spirit medium, one cannot become an excellent chef.

Relying on the [Lannister Family's Seasoning Jar], Arthur could be called an excellent chef.

At least, the Young Lion was devouring the food ravenously.

Once the Young Lion had almost finished eating, Arthur faintly added another sentence.

"Aren't you afraid I took the antidote beforehand?"

The Young Lion, licking his fingers, froze.

The young man stared at Arthur in a daze, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

Then, Arthur laughed again.

"Just teasing you."

He said, handing another big piece of fish meat to the Young Lion.

The young man dumbly took it, watched Arthur continue eating, and looked down at the fish meat, the aroma directly invading his nostrils.

Involuntarily, the Young Lion's nose twitched.

'So aromatic!

I've never had grilled fish this fragrant!

Is it a secret recipe?'

The Young Lion looked at Arthur with a smile that was not really a smile, and then at the fish meat in his hand, once again becoming tangled.

Meanwhile, his stomach growled.

The single piece of fish meat just now was nowhere near satisfying the Young Lion's stomach.

On the contrary, that piece of fish meat thoroughly ignited the Young Lion's hunger.

If there was no hope, there wouldn't be disappointment.

If there was hope and then disappointment again, that would lead to despair.

At this moment, the Young Lion's stomach was in this state.

The Young Lion's mind was also working quickly—

'He ate so much, even if he took the antidote beforehand, would it still work?

Besides, my body feels normal!'

It seemed like deep thought.

But his brain was being ruled by his stomach.

However, the last bit of rationality let the Young Lion check his body using the family secret art once more, confirming there was no problem before taking a bite.

This scene made Arthur laugh.

"Haha!

The first piece of fish wasn't poisoned!

The second piece is the poisoned one!"

Instantly, the fish meat at his mouth stopped.

The Young Lion looked at Arthur with a forlorn look.

"Eat, eat.

Just kidding.

If I really put poison in the second piece of fish, I wouldn't tell you just as you open your mouth, I'd wait until you've swallowed it."

Arthur explained.

"I know."

The Young Lion mumbled.

Then, the Young Lion resumed devouring the food.

And decided not to listen to anything Arthur said.

By this time, the Young Lion had realized that the person in front of him was definitely the sort who likes to tease people—not a bad guy, but sometimes makes one feel helpless.

Unconsciously, the Young Lion thought of the master from the biography.

Court Wizard 'Xarlico'!

That master really loved to mess with people.

In contrast, his friend, the Imperial Court Jester 'Harrington', was an extremely serious person.

In fact, later scholars believed that why Xarlico could be Harrington's friend was because Harrington could take the blame for him.

Of course, more people believed that Harrington was called a court jester because he made too many fun but flashy props for Xarlico.

Thus he earned the title of court jester.

But their friendship was real, and worthy of praise.

After all, not everyone can live and die together.

Thinking of this, the Young Lion ate even faster.

At the same time, cautiously watching Arthur.

He was really afraid of what Arthur might say next.

And what you fear happens.

Noticing the look in the Young Lion's eyes, Arthur lightly said—

"Thank you for letting me watch a good show."

"Hmm?"

The Young Lion froze again.

'A good show?

He saw everything just now?

So which side is he representing?

My uncle's? Or those secret factions?

'Raven Feather'? 'Green Rock Forest'? 'Serpent Sect'? 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association'?

Or 'Pale Hand'?'

The young mind's many thoughts flashed one after another, and the fish by his mouth involuntarily stopped again.

Arthur didn't care about these.

He had spoken.

How the other person thought, he roughly knew.

So what was left was…

Eating fish!

This was the fish he had managed to catch with great effort—caught with six [Hand of Void] working together, so it surely counted as his catch.

Arthur happily feasted.

The Young Lion seemed a bit absent-minded, even when taking large bites, the inability to fully enjoy the taste made the young man feel extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, the Young Lion always felt that the person in front of him would definitely not let him finish eating peacefully.

So, for the next ten minutes, the Young Lion was in a state of anxiety between internal waiting and the deliciousness bursting on his taste buds.

Like a compressed spring.

Compressed to the extreme, the spring would either break or bounce back.

The Young Lion was the latter.

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket to wipe the greasy hands—one side of this handkerchief was stained with blood.

Only half of it was clean.

The Young Lion used the clean side to wipe his hands.

His movements were standard, and elegant.

Even in the wilderness, even though the handkerchief was not clean, the Young Lion's actions exuded the unique aura of a noble.

The Young Lion spoke in a noble's distinctive tone.

"Thank you for your hospitality.

Though I do not know where you are from, I will always remember this meal's kindness.

Also, please accept this.

It will be our token."

The Young Lion once again extended the golden ring.

And gave the ring a unique meaning.

A token of trust!

A decision for the future.

As one of the heirs of the Duke of the Inner Bay, the Young Lion believed he could help the man before him in the future.

It was this confidence that calmed the Young Lion.

And Arthur looked at the Young Lion in good spirits, smiling gently—

"Your pants have a tear."