They all call me Great Master

Late at night, when Gleisa Hamlet's ship entered Rondohart Port, the three sons of Count Bert received the news.

Then, the three of them hurried to the dock in unison.

The three of them had met the Little Lion more than once.

However, their relationship was not intimate.

The reason for such 'diligence' was due to the Little Lion's 'generosity'.

Although they had only met a few times, each time, the Little Lion would give them enough gifts, each of considerable value.

The three were quite satisfied with this.

Until—

Hayes received the Little Lion's 'gift'!

Seventeen young and beautiful maids!

Moreover, Hayes rented a holiday villa outside Inner Bay with the seventeen young and beautiful maids!

Upon receiving this information, Count Bert's eldest son 'Depro', second son 'Diliven', and third son 'Peigi' were so jealous that their eyes turned red.

Those were seventeen young and beautiful maids, a gift from the Little Lion, naturally of high quality.

It's worth noting, they did not receive such gifts.

Furthermore, they learned that the 6000 gold coins spent on the holiday villa rented by Hayes were also paid by the Little Lion.

This news made the three sons of the Count unable to remain calm any longer.

They had to see the Little Lion.

They had to inform the Little Lion that Hayes was a good-for-nothing wastrel.

They were the ones truly deserving of recognition.

Simply put, they deserved better.

And now, a better opportunity had arrived—

"What do you think about that Southern Lost Spirit Medium?"

Depro, as the eldest son of the Count and the first heir to the Bert Territory, asked his two younger brothers in a tone resembling a consultation with his aides.

Diliven frowned slightly.

Peigi slightly bowed his head.

However, the next moment, both of them smiled.

"The name 'Calamity' is not a good reputation.

His presence is enough to cause panic among the commoners.

This is something we can use."

Diliven said this.

"Brother is right!

Let the commoners handle that Southern Lost Spirit Medium; we don't need to pay attention!

Doesn't that Southern Lost Spirit Medium have a reputation for 'benevolence'?

Faced with hundreds and thousands of commoners, surely he can't act violently?

And we?

We need only appear at the right moment to quell the anger and win the heart of the people, a win-win situation!"

Peigi nodded repeatedly.

Hearing his two brothers' words, Depro did not object.

Because this is how the eldest son of Count Bert thought.

Through various channels, the eldest son of Count Bert knew what the Southern Lost Spirit Medium had recently done, the 'Inland Church', the 'Church of Suffering', eliminating the 'Devourer' Imola, and seemingly the 'Blood Drinker's' Haibo's death was also related to him.

These affairs highlighted the opponent's strength.

But,

The eldest son of the Count was not panicked.

No matter how strong the Southern Lost Spirit Medium was, could he be stronger than his father?

With his father around, he only needed to deal with the Southern Lost Spirit Medium with 'protocol'.

And what could be a better 'protocol' than using the commoners?

People are numerous and unreasonable.

A little guidance could lead to a disaster.

"Heh, Calamity?

He probably hasn't witnessed a real disaster!

We need to show this newly-ascended noble what 'the noble's game' really is."

Depro sneered coldly.

Diliven and Peigi nodded again.

The three of them bore extraordinary malice towards Arthur.

Because—

The three wished to gain more benefits from the Little Lion.

Those benefits were beyond what Arthur, the newly-ascended noble, could offer.

Those benefits were enough for them to disregard greater dangers.

Moreover, they did not perceive this as danger.

They thought their victory was assured.

Especially upon hearing the sound of shattering glass, confirming that the Little Lion was enraged due to the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, the three of them smiled even more.

"Gentlemen, please come with me."

The Little Lion's servant opened the cabin door.

The three sons of Count Bert saw Gleisa Hamlet dressed in a hunting suit.

The cabin had already been tidied up by now, but the Little Lion still looked displeased. Only upon seeing his guests did he get up and say—

"Good morning, Depro, Diliven, Peigi."

The friendly greeting was as usual.

Yet the worry between the eyebrows was evident.

"Gleisa, are you worried because of that medium?"

Depro eagerly jumped to the point.

Diliven and Peigi, behind him, also turned their gazes to the Little Lion at that moment.

Facing their gaze, the Little Lion did not deny it.

"Yes.

That bastard has thwarted me several times in South Los.

Then, he disrupted my years of arrangement at Port Doldot.

Following that, he left me in disgrace outside Port Pult."

The Little Lion spoke, then chuckled bitterly twice.

"Would you like to take a slight revenge on this medium—the name 'Calamity' has indeed terrified the commoners of Rondohart Port."

Depro lowered his voice, a sinister glimpse on his slightly narrow face.

"You mean?"

The Little Lion uncertainly looked at Depro and the two behind him, Diliven and Peigi.

The three of them had narrow faces, eyes like mung beans, and their appearance was by no means handsome, downright ugly.

If not for the need for these three fools in the next step of the plan, the Little Lion wouldn't have looked at them twice.

"Exactly as you thought."

Depro grinned.

The Little Lion immediately showed an expression of gratitude.

"Depro, my dear friend, truly thank you."

As he spoke, the Little Lion gestured to his servant.

The next moment, several servants carried out a large and two smaller chests.

Moreover, the lids of the chests were immediately opened.

Full of gold coins and jewels.

In the morning sun, these things glistened.

Instantly attracting the attention of Depro, Diliven, and Peigi.

And the Little Lion, with a guilty tone, said—

"I only brought this much for now. When I return to Inner Bay, I will certainly present gifts to satisfy all three of you."

"These are enough!

I will teach the Southern Lost Spirit Medium the rules of the game!"

With that, Depro raised his hand and put away the three chests of jewels into his bracelet, turning to leave.

Diliven and Peigi's faces immediately turned sour.

"Brother?!"

Peigi queried.

"What's the matter?"

Depro stopped and turned to ask.

"Those things…"

"Of course, they're mine.

You don't think three chests should be divided among three people, do you?

You, the third heir!"

Depro said, raising his voice, and the tone deepened, with obvious disdain in his bean-like eyes.

Then, ignoring his increasingly disgruntled brothers, he continued to walk outside.

Diliven and Peigi's expressions fluctuated.

Finally, with unspeakable anger and red faces, the two left the cabin.

The Little Lion watched the scene as if watching a show.

Then, the Little Lion began counting silently in his mind—

'3, 2…'

The silent count hadn't reached zero.

Peigi, who had just left, returned again.