They all call me Great Master

Edwin escorted Titon to the corner of Cork Street, then, gesturing with a bow to Titon once again—

"Butler Titon, it has been my honour to greet and escort you.

From here on, Ms. Anna will lead you forward.

I hope we meet again."

With that, Edwin tapped his chest once again.

A simple knight's salute.

The twenty-four cavalrymen behind him did the same.

Snap!

The crisp sound echoed at the street corner, and Titon, with a solemn expression, responded with a knight's salute as well.

"To have made the acquaintance of you and your men is my honour.

If possible, I invite you to visit Harold Manor in your spare time.

I will make every effort to host you all."

Titon answered earnestly.

He held a considerable regard for these cavalrymen.

Not just because they enabled him to live out a sort of triumphant dream, but also because he saw hope in these cavalrymen.

The hope for the continuation and prosperity of Harold Manor.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to invite these cavalrymen to the manor as guests.

With the manor's economic situation, they couldn't even afford to host these cavalrymen.

Just the cost of feed for these war horses would require selling all the furniture in the remaining two guest rooms upstairs, and that furniture was intended to cover the manor's expenses for the next year and the year after.

"Of course!"

Edwin nodded, flashing a smile.

He then turned and left with his troop of cavalry.

Titon watched Edwin and his cavalry gradually disappear into the distance, waiting until their figures were completely out of sight before turning to walk toward Cork Street, leading his horse by the reins.

And then—

The butler's left hand gripping the reins clenched tight, while his right hand firmly grasped the sword hilt.

He had seen Ms. Anna.

In the night before dawn, a terrifying puppet hovered between shadows and darkness.

As the gloomy light interweaved, the already chilling visage was enough to make anyone scream in terror.

In fact, that's what happened.

If Titon hadn't confirmed the location of No. 2 Cork Street earlier, the butler would have cried out right then and there.

"Ms. Anna?"

Titon inquired tentatively.

Regrettably, the butler wasn't entirely certain of Ms. Anna's identity, even though Ms. Anna had 'long hair' and was wearing a 'dress'.

"It is I, Butler Titon."

Ms. Anna nodded, and her gentle voice effectively soothed the butler's tense emotions.

But he was soon overwhelmed with surprise.

'An arcane puppet butler?

Arcane Puppet?'

Titon had heard of something similar from his father.

At the dawn of the Silver Age, some of the great nobles had arcane puppets to serve as family butlers.

Not only to highlight their family's uniqueness but also because of the reliability of the arcane puppets.

However, the expensive maintenance costs of the arcane puppets eventually led those great nobles to place them into their family vaults under various pretenses.

'So this is an arcane puppet?

No!

The arcane puppets my father spoke of were never as lifelike as the one before me now.

It's just like a real person!

Surely, it must be a masterpiece among arcane puppets!

Perhaps only the Old Lion of Inner Bay and the Earl of South Los have such puppets in their treasuries!

The Kledos Family is not an ordinary noble family!

They are the venerable nobility of a century!'

Titon thought to himself.

Ms. Anna's words continued.

"Apologies for the humble abode, your horse can only wait in the courtyard."

Ms. Anna ignored the offense in Titon's eyes, and she, floating mid-air, simply raised her hand slightly.

Immediately, the Death Serpent Banyan extended a root from the ground to serve as a hitching post.

Titon and the old horse were startled.

Both retreated repeatedly.

Titon was particularly shocked by the scene before him.

The appearance of the Death Serpent Banyan's root had truly exceeded his expectations.

Almost subconsciously, the butler looked up at the banyan tree, 15 or 16 meters tall, whose crown completely covered the entire courtyard and the courtyards on both sides.

The butler had not anticipated that this was a tree of secret techniques.

Legend has it that, in the courtyards of the great nobles during the Imperial Age, there would always be such a tree.

It was both a symbol of the family's power and the family's last line of defense.

But as time passed, these trees, named 'war,' disappeared and were only mentioned in certain books and by special groups of people.

As for where they went?

Nobody knew.

Titon had not expected to see a 'War Tree' in the courtyard of the Kledos Family.

Without hesitation, entirely subconsciously, Titon pushed the history of the Kledos Family back even further—

'Millennial nobility!

To think they are millennial nobility!'

He exclaimed uncontrollably in his heart.

Almost immediately, Titon, who was already respectful, became even more humble.

Even the butler himself did not realize that at this moment, he was bending over without being aware of it.

And this?

This was exactly what Arthur wanted.

Using Fujin's perspective, Arthur watched all of this from beginning to end.

He knew what he wanted.

But he knew even more what Titon wanted.

Therefore, before obtaining what he was entitled to, he would provide Titon with what he desired.

Because only then could he get what he wanted himself.

And to make the plan go a bit smoother,

he once again reluctantly showcased the depth that befits the Kledos Family's status as a millennial family.

Of course, the so-called millennial family was only a current stage.

Once he learned more about the 'Golden Age,' the Kledos Family would easily rise to be a 'Golden Family.'

For now, he still had to endure.

And Arthur's patience had already reached the limit in Titon's understanding.

When they passed through the corridor and came to the Spirit Medium Parlor, the butler kneeled on one knee without hesitation—

"Titon of the Harold Family pays respects to Lord Arthur Kledos."

After speaking, the butler bowed his head again.

It was one of the most solemn etiquettes among the nobles.

It was generally a ritual only performed by vassals paying homage to their lords.

Under normal circumstances, Titon would never do this.

But as his assessment of the Kledos Family skyrocketed, and the phrase 'guardian of Miss Cosette' made it clear to the butler what he needed to do.

A millennium of family history was enough to demonstrate their depth.

The ability to foresee was one proof of that depth.

Faced with such an entity, the Harold Family could be called vassals as a form of honor.

Even, if it weren't for Edwin addressing 'Cosette' as 'Miss Cosette,' the butler wouldn't dare to do so.

Clearly, Lord Arthur Kledos, who knew everything, was genuinely interested in becoming Miss Cosette's godfather.

At this thought, the butler was tremendously excited.

The butler could already foresee the Harold Family's resurgence.

With this in mind, the butler did not hesitate and went straight to the point—

"Lord Arthur Kledos, please accept the Harold Family's loyalty. The Harold Family is willing to present the Harold Manor as a testament."