They all call me Great Master

When Mr. Gwen walked to the outside of the tent, he didn't go in immediately.

"High Priest Toran, Mr. Grindelwald."

He called out with reverence.

At the same time, he bent over, lowered his head, showing a respectful manner.

No one noticed that his eyes were swirling, and his ears were perked up.

He already had a hypothesis.

But it needed confirmation.

Unfortunately, he was already old.

His hearing wasn't lost, but it wasn't as sharp as when he was young.

He couldn't hear more of what was happening inside the tent.

'For now, it's fine. In a few years...'

'Not wetting the bed might be the best outcome.'

'Time flies so fast.'

The old gentleman sighed.

"Please, come in."

Toran's voice sounded from inside the tent.

'The voice is steady, without any trembling, not anxious or sharp...'

Mr. Gwen speculated in his heart, and the thought became more certain.

When he entered the tent and saw Toran, whose joy was barely concealed, that thought was directly confirmed.

They won!

The situation in Ainhars Territory was completely opened up!

Thinking about this, the old gentleman let out a breath.

Although he was confident he could take his wife safely to Inner Bay, the twists and turns along the way were unpleasant, and it would be best to avoid them.

"Mr. Gwen, we need you to do something."

As Toran spoke, he pulled out the explosives from under the bed.

Upon seeing the explosives, Mr. Gwen almost laughed out loud.

Of course, he knew what was going on.

However...

Toran's acting was a bit unconvincing.

Or rather, Toran couldn't act at all.

The young high priest was just too straightforward.

This is why Arthur suggested Mr. Gwen as the 'interviewer' for a while — this old gentleman was not only knowledgeable but also very experienced in life.

And...

Smart!

Arthur valued this point considerably.

The man was surely someone who had lived through the 'Seven Years' War'.

To have survived until now, how could he not be a little smart?

Moreover, Arthur didn't mind him being even smarter.

Toran was simply too straightforward.

With such a clever assistant, the 'Inland Church' would be even better.

As for loyalty?

Arthur was not worried at all.

He believed that after the planning to be done later, these people would become the most loyal ones.

"Alright, Toran.

Mr. Gwen can be trusted.

Your Crown once told me this elder is the church's 'destiny opportunity.'"

Looking at Mr. Gwen's uncomfortable expression while trying to cooperate with Toran, Arthur, who understood this was an act for him to see, was not surprised at all and slowly spoke in Grindelwald's tone.

Though he wasn't speaking in the voice of a Southern Lost Spirit Medium, with the endorsement of the 'God of the Inland River' and Grindelwald's excellent appearance and charisma as added advantages, this speech immediately drew the attention of Toran and Mr. Gwen.

Toran looked at Mr. Gwen in surprise.

There was no jealousy.

On the contrary, the high priest started silently vowing to protect this elder's safety.

The church's 'destiny opportunity'...

He must hold on to it!

Mr. Gwen, on the other hand, became uncertain and puzzled.

He was the 'destiny opportunity'?

But he was just a 'war orphan' who had struggled to survive until now!

How could he be a destiny opportunity?

His inner doubts remained unexpressed, and the old gentleman humbly bowed.

"I am willing to sacrifice my life for Your Crown."

Toran acknowledged such words.

As the first person to come forward and support Your Crown, Toran had a great trust in this elder gentleman, and just now the test was only conducted because Mr. Grindelwald raised dissatisfaction about him not being suited as the interviewer. But this dissatisfaction did not lead to any resentment, and once the young high priest confirmed his unsuitability, he immediately informed Mr. Gwen of everything.

"What?

Divine Arts?!"

Mr. Gwen's pupils dilated, and he couldn't suppress the words from his mouth, but as soon as they escaped, he covered his mouth with his hand.

Nevertheless, the old gentleman's heart was pounding vigorously.

What Divine Arts were, no one understood better than this self-proclaimed 'historian' Mr. Gwen.

It was a symbol of an era.

Also a cornerstone of an empire.

If the 'Inland Church' possessed Divine Arts, could they not strive for the splendor of the Holy Court in its prime?

No!

There was no need for the past brilliance!

Even one-tenth would be enough!

Thump, thump!

The old gentleman's heart beat even more intensely.

Arthur heard such a heartbeat.

He quietly chuckled to himself.

This was the scenario he wanted.

'Destiny opportunity'?

Isn't it right here?

If it wasn't counted, he would have to say more!

The charm of language was always fully utilized by Arthur at such times.

But as a young spirit medium, what bad intentions could Arthur have?

He simply wished to expand his influence and earn more XP.

Although [Omnivorous] provided more ways to gain XP, as a spirit medium, Arthur clearly understood his strengths.

He wouldn't endure hardship for nothing.

He preferred winning effortlessly rather than creating difficulties in his life and then falling into endless self-pity.

To Arthur, those who did so were indeed unwell.

Buying fruits and not eating the good ones, insisting on eating the spoiled ones first, ending up not eating a single good fruit. Complaining about backaches while scrubbing clothing by hand when a washing machine was unused and rusting. Not turning on the air conditioning in thirty-something degrees, suffering heatstroke, having the whole family revolve around caring for them.

Choosing not to enjoy good fortune, bearing unnecessary hardship, playing a game of life and death. Arthur believed that whoever wished to continue could do so, but he wouldn't.

As for encountering those who advise others to bear hardship...

Do treat them courteously and kindly.

After all, if they weren't stuffed with suffering, would they come advising others?

'People are always eager to teach others and meddle in others' destinies.

Then, after bringing disaster upon themselves, they unconsciously lament life's bitterness.

Finally?

Lamenting with a sigh, perhaps this is life!'

Arthur couldn't help but think of himself.

Despite already being retired and living quite well, occasionally grilling skewers, drinking, sometimes getting a foot massage, and sipping tea, his days couldn't be more comfortable.

Yet he couldn't help offering advice, not being able to hold his tongue, guiding others.

And the result?

Taught a lesson by a muck cart.

Full of self-mockery, Arthur exited the tent.

With Toran and Mr. Gwen here, there undoubtedly wouldn't be any issues.

He certainly didn't need to stay here.

After all, there were plenty of intelligent people.

If he stayed, it would just be a breach.

And selecting a hundred people wasn't something that could be completed in a few minutes.

For Arthur, who disliked wasting time, he certainly wouldn't sit idly. He walked towards the Inland River, and even before approaching it in a true sense, the giant snake Nidhogg perceived him.

This snake, which regarded Arthur as a father or brother, immediately conveyed happiness through its bloodline.

Feeling this happiness, Arthur was stunned –

This was possible too?!