They all call me Great Master

Arthur didn't want No. 2 Cork Street to fall into the flames of war.

That was the place he planned to retire and spend his days in peace.

He intended to farm, drink tea, and rest there with Marinda to spend the rest of his life—the original plan was nearly fulfilled.

However, the Duke of Northern County suddenly interrupted, causing an unexpected change to the established facts.

So...

Sorry.

Since the other party chose to do so, they must bear the consequences of this choice.

Arthur planned to plant them into the ground.

"What are you thinking about?"

Marinda, who was conversing with Arthur, immediately noticed something was off with him.

"Nothing, just thought of something unpleasant suddenly."

Arthur didn't speak openly, just communicated everything to Marinda through gestures.

Marinda was startled internally.

She also didn't expect the Duke of Northern County to come to South Los.

Immediately, this lady's mind began to race.

Of course, there was no pause in her words.

"What do you want for breakfast?

Sandwiches?

Or soup?"

Meanwhile, the gestures were discreet and quick—

Marinda: How about temporarily allying with this Duke of Northern County to take down the Old Lion?

Seeing such gestures, Arthur chuckled internally.

Enemies are not fixed, but can change at any time.

Especially an enemy like the Duke of Northern County, if he could contribute before dying, it would be even better.

As a 'Spirit Medium', Arthur was flexible and adaptable.

Regarding Marinda's suggestion, Arthur did not oppose but had his own opinion.

Arthur: Too easy an alliance might not be cherished by the other party, so why not let our cousin place bets on both sides.

Marinda's eyes lit up.

She immediately guessed Arthur's intention.

And at this moment, Arthur's words were a response.

"Soup it is.

Can you make fried dough?

It's pulling dough into long strips or thin pancakes, the former twisted, the latter spread with brown sugar."

Arthur inquired.

Naturally, the gestures didn't stop.

Arthur: Be careful, these guys aren't completely clueless.

Marinda: Understood, the unrest in Inner Bay, most likely, is stirred up by the Old Lion.

On this point, which Marinda guessed, Arthur agreed.

He also believed that Baro dared to do this because of the Old Lion's indulgence.

No!

To be precise, it was the Old Lion secretly 'orchestrating'.

So, the matter of Baro contacting the Duke of Northern County, the Old Lion definitely knew about it.

The Duke of Northern County's plan to attack was also known to the Old Lion.

But, what does that matter?

To some extent, Arthur wished the Old Lion or the Duke of Northern County would think he was the true strategist.

Only then...

Could he achieve ultimate victory.

"I'll try!"

Marinda said this and waved goodbye to Arthur.

And after the conversation ended, Arthur sped up his supper.

Some fellows couldn't wait any longer.

He, of course, couldn't let them down.

The time ticked by second by second.

When the east lit up and the sun rose above the horizon, Kilg Harbor remained silent—yesterday's unrest at 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College' frightened everyone.

Perhaps people were in different social strata.

But they all had some understanding of danger.

Even if someone was insensitive to it, they would become aware when they noticed changes around them.

Therefore, they all locked their doors and windows last night.

The women at home took the children into the cellar.

The men stayed behind the door with weapons.

Those with firearms held them tightly.

Those without firearms used daggers, short swords.

If even those were unavailable, a kitchen knife would be a decent choice.

However, last night was silent.

No battles as imagined, nor were there those taking advantage of the chaos.

Especially the latter, which had kept everyone on edge all night.

But when the sun rose, nothing had happened, yet everyone still didn't dare to be careless—many had heard noises from near the Lion Palace, and at such times, some 'well-informed' people were spreading rumor after rumor.

Difficult to discern truth from falsehood.

But enough to make everyone increasingly cautious.

After all, at times like these, being careful is never wrong.

Therefore, as the sun rises, the entire Kilg Harbor does not awaken.

However, this slumber is quickly broken —

A hundred-strong cavalry appears on the street.

As this cavalry advances, everyone who sees them feels their heart leap to their throat.

But soon, many notice something amiss.

Dada dada!

The sound of hooves is somewhat chaotic, lacking uniformity.

Some bold souls crack open their windows slightly to peek at the street, and upon seeing this cavalry clearly, their confusion deepens.

The cavalry is not as imposing as imagined.

On the contrary, fear is etched on the face of each cavalryman.

Some sit atop their horses, trembling uncontrollably.

They do not resemble a troop ready for battle.

Instead, they seem like defeated remnants.

Yet these defeated soldiers possess fine horses and gleaming armor.

Incredible eyes drift instinctively toward the front of the group.

Upon seeing the leading figure, their puzzlement grows.

Baro Hamlet, they recognize.

That sharp, monkey-like face and bald pate left a lasting impression on all who have encountered him.

If they haven't met him?

It doesn't matter.

Bards constantly recount this noble's appearance in restaurants and taverns, spicing things up with tales.

Naturally, in these stories, the noble is always a foolish villain.

But people love to hear such tales.

To make their dinners more sumptuous, many bards even prepare portraits of this noble.

As a result, Lord Baro Hamlet is quite famous in the Inner Bay.

Just...

The portrait of Lord Baro is not as wretched? Angry?

People are at a loss to describe Lord Baro at this moment.

Truly, his current appearance is too bizarre.

His bald scalp is covered with lumps, some as large as pigeon eggs, stacked atop one another.

This is the reason why he cannot wear a helmet.

Yet, even with a helmet, he would still draw attention.

Bruised eye sockets, swollen mouth corners.

Nosebleed seems to have flowed.

At this moment, it is not yet wiped clean.

Isn't this a beating?!

Quickly, the people arrive at this conclusion.

Suddenly, their expressions become vivid.

In Kilg Harbor, who dares strike this noble?

Only their lord, the Duke.

But yesterday's riot didn't occur, so many speculate the Old Lion faced unforeseen trouble, while even more dare not speak lightly.

Besides that noble, who else?

People wonder.

Baro feels those hidden gazes.

The anger he just suppressed immediately threatens to rise again.

Yet, Lord Baro holds back.

'Those two bastards, no matter who you serve or under whose command, just wait!

When I become the Master of Inner Bay, I will settle the score with you properly!

Even if because of you, I wake up.

I will tear you limb from limb.'

Recalling the experience of the previous night, Lord Baro clenches his fists.

He doesn't even know how many times he was pelted with stones by those two bastards' mockery.

Especially the last encounter with another person, directly landing three punches, leaving his eyes bruised, mouth swollen, and nose bleeding.

However, he is extremely grateful.

Thanks to those three punches, his inflated ego was thoroughly sobered.

In an instant, his anger recedes.

Now, he can calmly face the situation before him.

He knows his priority is to capture Pistri.

As long as Pistri is in his grasp, he still has a chance.

Whether confronting his brother or that Duke of Northern County scoundrel.

Thus, he sets out immediately.

With his trusted aides, he arrives here.

Looking at the distant 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College,' Baro Hamlet shouts aloud from horseback.

"Pistri, come out.

You wouldn't want innocent people to lose their lives because of you, would you?"

The voice echoes into St. Joan of Arc Girls' College.

In the next moment, footsteps resound.

Tread, tread, tread.

Crisp steps immediately draw Baro's eyes; he looks toward the entrance of the college, and upon seeing the person emerging from within, the noble gasps directly —

"It's you?!"