They all call me Great Master

Linda Camille, dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt, golden cropped hair, and even a pair of men's boots, revealed delight in her black eyes upon seeing Arthur.

Arthur, however, was taken aback by Linda's hair.

Not only had the color changed slightly, but it had been cut short too!

She looked rather like a tomboy.

But, these were all secondary matters.

What was important was that Arthur felt a 'Mystic Aura' emanating from Linda!

It was no longer faint but rather intense now.

'Hah, Muggle?

What Muggle?

It's a weak spot!

The weak spot in my family is me.'

Arthur was almost at a loss for words.

As for the 'Kledos Family's bloodline' and such?

Arthur didn't care.

By now, the young 'Spirit Medium' had grown accustomed, and he definitely wouldn't fuss over whether Linda's bloodline came from her mother or her grandfather Old Charlie.

It was all unimportant!

Really, not! Important! At! All!

"Good evening, Linda!"

Arthur greeted her with a smile.

For a direct blood relative of the 'Kledos Family', Arthur always showed considerable warmth—perhaps this was the power inherent in their bloodline.

Of course, it was also because Linda wasn't annoying.

If she had been annoying?

Then it would mean she didn't have the 'Kledos Family's bloodline.

She would be a fake.

'Spirit Mediums' most acknowledge that what benefits them is what's right.

The rest?

Mere trifle!

"Good evening, Arthur!"

Linda, excited, couldn't wait to share with Arthur the changes she had undergone in the past half month, but upon seeing Marinda next to him, she held back.

Although Marinda was close to Arthur, as a member of the 'Kledos Family,' she represented the 'Kledos Family'—the extraordinary Kledos Family!

Therefore, Linda immediately composed herself and politely greeted Marinda.

Behind Linda, the old butler Oer looked on with doting eyes.

Even though the young mistress had her hair cut short and changed the color, ever since the 'Bloodline Awakening' of the 'Kledos Family' took place, not only had she become much more cheerful, but she was also full of vitality every day, especially in learning abilities which soared. Aside from her personal reading, she recently began seeking guidance in Longsword Technique, Dagger Assassination Technique, Firearm Shooting, Archery, Herbalism, Bandaging, Map Drawing, Stealth Entry, Poison Coating, Disguise, and more, from him and a few other elders.

The mistress would certainly be comforted to see such a young mistress upon her return.

Marinda, who was conversing with Linda, had her mind racing—

Sure enough, after Arthur and I candidly discussed our relationship with Camille's house, Linda Camille stopped pretending.

I always said that as the daughter of Ms. Camille, how could she seem so weak? Almost like she was using a cat as a shield!

It was all an act!

No, her love for cats must be real.

After all, she was influenced by 'Cat Faction. Hei.'

Dammit!

Why didn't I spot these anomalies earlier?

Isn't the cat clue obvious enough?

Feeling the intense 'Mystic Aura' now present on Linda, and thinking about how she took over the 'Secret Assembly' established by Edith, the daughter of the 'Bernice family,' Marinda fiercely glared at Arthur.

This lady was annoyed at being deceived by Linda's frail appearance and also regretted the organization that had an heir of more than thirty merchant houses.

Had it been in her hands, her power would have surely ascended to another level.

But now it was under Linda's control...

Wait a minute!

Was all this orchestrated by Arthur?!

The sudden thought stunned Marinda.

And at that moment, Arthur happened to reveal a well-timed smile.

Instantly, the lady clenched her teeth.

She understood!

She finally understood!

The roles of Kuke, Malz, Scott, Wiggins—they were the outer ring!

The web of relations formed by two Police Chiefs, a Horn Report editor, and a gang leader enveloped the outer core of influence controlled by Linda!

Then, driven by the outer core, they created unimaginable value, which fed back to the Kledos Family!

Upon this thought, the lady's eyes lit up.

But immediately, she shook her head.

'No! That's not right!

If Arthur dared to show this to me, it means he doesn't really care about these things, or rather… these things are hiding something!

What are they hiding exactly?'

The lady couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Seeing Marinda like this, Arthur smiled secretly to himself.

Yes, that's right!

Marinda, use your imagination to add bricks and mortar to the history of the Kledos Family!

Leaving Marinda to speculate on her own in her seat, Arthur introduced Linda to everyone, some already familiar, some not, but upon seeing Arthur's treatment of Linda, everybody maintained the proper respect.

Ding, ding, ding!

The grand clock inside No. 44 White Bird Street struck eight o'clock.

Arthur didn't stand up with a drink in hand to make a lengthy speech; he simply tapped his soup spoon gently against his wine glass—

Ding!

A crisp sound, marking the start of the salon or, one could say, the dinner party.

Grandma Andor's two apprentices served one dish after another to the guests.

The old lady's culinary skill was verified by Arthur; naturally, it won over everyone, especially the fried and grilled platter, which received unanimous praise.

The platter consisted of black pepper sausages, chicken wings, diced beef, lamb shanks, large prawns, fish fillets with pumpkin, potatoes, and corn.

Wherein the black pepper sausages, large prawns, and fish fillets were fried, the chicken wings, diced beef, and lamb shanks were grilled.

As for the pumpkin, potatoes, and corn, half were fried and half grilled, served with various dipping sauces, making everyone's mouth water.

Serving after serving of food was cleared away as people finished eating.

Arthur, holding a glass of clear water, glanced at Malz and Scott.

Compared to the others, who ate wholeheartedly, the two seemed somewhat distracted.

They glanced over at him from time to time.

Clearly, both were keen to know the truth behind the death of the Patrick Bookstore owner and the death of the Horn Report editor.

Arthur, smiling slightly, looked at the two apprentices who were cleaning up the leftovers on the table, and said—

"Could we have the pleasure of thanking Grandma Andor in person?"

"Of course!"

The two apprentices nodded repeatedly.

Putting aside the fact that such a gesture of thanks was an honor for a chef, the people present were not ones they could refuse.

Look at these distinguished guests.

A district's Police Chief, a newspaper's editor, a big shot from Rat Street, a wealthy heiress, and a man whose identity was unknown yet appeared extremely astute.

Of course, the most important were the 'Spirit Medium' and 'Businesswoman' seated at the head of the table.

The two were the most discussed individuals in recent times in South Los.

The two apprentices turned and walked into the kitchen, and after a moment, a neatly dressed elderly woman walked out.

Surprise flickered in the eyes of the guests.

It wasn't that Grandma Andor's appearance was stunning—though she must have been a beauty in her youth, time had dimmed her beauty.

But her demeanor shone even brighter!

If it wasn't for the apron around her waist and the faint scent of food lingering on her, everyone would have mistaken her for a lady of high society, rather than a cook.

Particularly under the gaze of everyone, Grandma Andor still graciously curtsied.

The entire movement was neither rushed nor sluggish; afterward, she turned her gaze to Arthur.

"Lord Kledos, were you satisfied with the food?"

Grandma Andor asked like this.

This question left the others somewhat puzzled.

Under normal circumstances, Grandma Andor at this point should be expressing her thanks.

After all, inviting the chef out was in itself an acknowledgment of the food.

And with the attributes Grandma Andor exhibited, it wasn't likely due to nervousness that she asked the question inappropriately.
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With doubt, the guests looked towards Arthur.

The young 'Spirit Medium' smiled and nodded.

"I am quite satisfied."

"Just that?"

Grandma Andor was taken aback, a look of surprise on her face.

"Just that, after all—

If we cannot prevent evil from happening, we have no reason to stop others from being the hand of justice!"

The young 'Spirit Medium' laughed, cradling Pendragon in his arms and leaning back in the chair, teasing the belly of the struggling Orange Cat while he chuckled and revealed another name of Grandma Andor—

"Right, Miss Nicole?"