They all call me Great Master

That's why she was so nervous just now.

Her brain was spinning quickly, thinking about everything happening in Kilg Harbor.

Very soon, Marinda guessed something.

"I'll have a good talk with Anna."

Marinda said.

Why does Arthur like Marinda?

Besides Marinda's wealth and generosity, it's her intelligence.

"Do you need me to go with you?"

Facing such a clever Marinda, Arthur certainly wouldn't hide his true thoughts.

"Hmm, it's good to go together."

Marinda gave a definite answer.

"Then when we meet, is there anything I need to pay attention to?

You know, I'm not particular about clothes, nor do I understand them.

And my attitude, I'm always wary of strangers."

Arthur's voice had a hint of playfulness.

Relationships need to be nurtured.

Making Marinda feel his attachment to her was, after Arthur's observation, the best method—Marinda liked and even enjoyed this feeling of being depended upon by acquaintances.

A cold front and warm heart?

Not quite.

It must be something taught by her mother in some way.

Even if Marinda herself hasn't noticed.

Arthur has realized this, but he definitely won't make it explicit.

He's not particularly smart, he has to rely on this to make his future life a bit better—anyway, he definitely doesn't want to be like his friend, that fat guy, who travels with pockets cleaner than his face, and has to wait for friends to treat him if he wants a skewer, right?

That would be too embarrassing.

"Just dress normally.

Nothing else matters.

Leave everything to me."

Marinda's voice began to rise.

It was clear, this lady felt joyful.

And the most direct sign was that she talked more.

Arthur actively cooperated, frequently interjecting words like 'Hmm, right, yes, exactly'.

Not just perfunctory.

After all, he's multitasking now.

While chatting with Marinda.

While eating 'late night snack'.

While watching his assassins 'walking the dog'—Acker and Eivor were making Lord Baro, who was already irritable and angry, even more furious.

This Lord Baro, who relied on the Magic Potion to 'Ascend Step', is probably the weakest of all who 'Ascend Step'.

Seems successful in 'Ascend Step', but with significant hidden dangers.

No!

It can already be said there's a flaw.

[Physique] has reached 'Ascend Step', no doubt.

But [Spirituality] hasn't.

The strong [Physique] affects the [Spirituality], making it difficult for the other to truly calm down, coupled with certain ingredients in the Magic Potion causing [Spirituality] to become chaotic.

So much so that with Acker and Eivor standing one north and one south, when Lord Baro charges at Acker, Eivor only needs to taunt him with 'Come on over', and Lord Baro would charge at Eivor.

When Eivor is almost caught, Acker would throw a stone, precisely hitting Lord Baro.

Walking the dog.

Perfectly walking the dog.

This made Arthur who was observing from the shadows breathe a sigh of relief.

He began to devote more energy to his heart.

Contacting his 'Corpse Witch Wraith' underling through the contract.

According to Arthur's original plan, William in North County would remain in a state of hiding for a long time, but now since the Duke of Northern County dared to come to South Los.

He wouldn't be polite anymore.

He wanted to shake them a little with something small from the 'Corpse Witch Wraith'—

South County has already passed through winter, even though there's still a chill in the spring breeze, it's not extremely cold anymore.

But in North County, during daytime, large snowflakes were still falling.

By night, the snow fell even harder. The full series lives on My Virtual Library Empire (M|V|L0EMPYR).

North County was still hitting the pause button.

At least, on the surface, it was like this.

In Silent Territory, the head of the 'Pioneer Nobles' along with his Guard Commander, Swordsmanship Chief, Head Hunter, and his butler's heads were hung on the drawbridge.

In the wind and snow, these five heads had long become icy lumps.

And in the hall owned by this Noble, William, under the alias Sebastian Moran, the 'Corpse Witch Wraith' was praying devoutly—

"May my lord remain free from illness and disaster, safe and well.

If any calamity occurs, please come upon me.

I am willing to bear it all for my lord."

The praying voice echoed in the hall, and those ignorant, who also looked down upon the law—the bandits and robber leaders, didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Three times daily prayers, morning, noon, and night, required absolute silence.

Although they didn't know who their lord's lord was, anyone who dared to speak at this time had their necks twisted by their lord and were turned into zombies.

They didn't want that.

Of course, some scheming ones wanted to join in the prayers.

Then...

Were directly crushed into meat paste by their lord.

'You actually took faith in the lord as your path to Promotion?

Such vile creatures like you don't deserve to live.'

In the flesh and bone paste, they watched their lord use his own eyes to drag out the soul of the freshly crushed individual from the void and place it into the lamp for roasting.

'After wailing for a hundred days, only then can you completely dissipate.

This is the punishment for desecrating the lord.'

'Even more, your redemption!'

With these words, their master began to add oil to the lamp.

Every time they heard such wails, they trembled in fear.

Especially when the soul of the Silent Territory lord who feigned peace while preparing assassination was put in.

The mournful cries terrified them, causing constant nightmares.

Even those who were once indifferent killers were the same.

The prayers ended.

The 'Corpse Witch Wraith' prayers concluded.

In the hall, thirty-two mountain bandits and the robber leader immediately stood straight.

But the one who stood the straightest was the noble servant newly under the 'Corpse Witch Wraith'—he was originally just the noble lord's gardener.

Even been locked in the dungeon.

Because the noble lord wanted to exercise the 'Right of the First Night' on his wife.

A right that was long abolished but silently exercised in certain places.

Fairness is always on the surface.

In secret?

Festering stench everywhere.

The little gardener pleaded, hoping his lord wouldn't do this.

But as a result, his lord grew even more excited.

His crying became a celebratory tune.

Yet he did not resist, he didn't dare resist.

He comforted himself, just bear it for a while, his wife would still return.

But the result?

The lord exercised his power.

Then the Guard Commander, Swordsmanship Chief, and Head Hunter took their turn.

Lastly, even the steward exercised power.

His newlywed wife died.

Hanged herself.

Her body was thrown in front of him by the steward.

'Not bad, very moist.

Too bad she's dead.'

The steward showed no shame, instead seemed unsatisfied, causing the little gardener to explode.

He rushed towards the steward.

Then he was knocked down by the accompanying guards and thrown into the dungeon.

He knew he was doomed.

From the moment he resisted, he knew he was doomed.

But he did not regret.

At least, after death, he could see his wife in the 'Eternal Resting Land'.

His wife would surely blame his inaction.

Even hit him hard.

Or perhaps kill him.

It doesn't matter.

As long as he can see his wife again.

And at that moment, the master appeared before him.

'Do you want revenge?'

'Yes!'

No hesitation at all.

Not even a tiny bit of pause.

His seemingly calm heart began to burn.

Didn't he want revenge?

How could that be possible.

He merely lacked the ability for revenge, hence chose cowardly compromise.

Now having the ability for revenge, why not take it?

He followed the master, opened the city gate, lowered the drawbridge.

And beheaded all five of those bastards.

Then the master gave him his wife's soul.

Saying it was a reward.

Despite only wanting revenge.

Facing such a reward, he felt deeply ashamed.

But he accepted it.

Because she was his wife.

Simultaneously, he secretly vowed to repay the master.

And also the master's master.

Someone who could have such great subordinates like the master, the master's master must be an even greater person...no, can't be a person, must be a god.

The little gardener silently thought in his heart.

William saw the look of the little gardener and nodded secretly—

'The little gardener can be trusted.

I now have almost 5000 subordinates.

The entire Silent Territory has become the master's base.

Next step...

Hmm?!'

While pondering plans, the 'Corpse Witch Wraith' suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

It was Arthur.

His master.

The master gave him new orders.

Without hesitation, the 'Corpse Witch Wraith' kneeled on one knee, loudly proclaiming—

"Master, your servant is always ready to serve you."