They all call me Great Master

Unlike his previous cautiousness, he even seemed a bit timid.

At this moment, although Peigi's face was dark, his demeanor seemed to have changed into another person, with tiny cold glimmers in his pea-sized eyes.

It was not just murderous intent but also something deep from within...

Brutality!

Yes, brutality!

Gleisa had witnessed such brutality more than once.

In the cells of Inner Bay, those twisted-minded fellows harbored such a sense of brutality.

What stood out most was one guy biting off the nose of the guard delivering the meals, even when people around punched and kicked him, that bastard chewed the nose and swallowed it.

At the time, eleven-year-old Gleisa was extremely curious.

He mixed it with lettuce and beans and ate it.

It wasn't very tasty.

Dry, fishy.

Far worse than roasted ham.

But after that, he became infatuated with visiting the cells.

He loved watching those filled with murderous and brutal intent become panic-stricken upon seeing him.

For this, sometimes he didn't mind changing the menu.

Of course, Peigi was different.

Peigi wasn't in the cells.

Peigi was at Rondohart Port in Bert Territory.

So, seeing Peigi return, Gleisa smiled.

"Peigi, have you made up your mind?"

Gleisa asked.

"Yes!

I agree to your request; after taking care of Depro and Diliven, you get half of Rondohart Port.

When do we start?"

Peigi nodded, and the voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

He was originally hesitating whether to cooperate with the Little Lion in front of him.

The third son of Count Bert knew very well how ruthless this Little Lion was.

But!

Damn Depro!

'You forced me!'

Peigi roared in his heart.

This soundless roar echoed in his ears, and with such a roar, he seemed to see himself becoming the sole heir of Bert Territory.

Suddenly, this third son of Count Bert couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Moreover...

The heart also burned with passion.

Therefore, this third son of Count Bert didn't see the teasing look that flashed in Gleisa's eyes.

"If the journey is not delayed, the 'Oriental' will appear at Rondohart Port tomorrow or the day after; I need you to have the tax officer at the dock slightly 'trouble' the 'Oriental'."

The Little Lion said.

"Trouble the 'Oriental'?

This wasn't part of our previous deal!"

Peigi frowned.

If possible, Peigi absolutely didn't want to confront the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

The power this person displayed truly frightened the third son of Count Bert.

"What was then is then.

Now is now!

You wouldn't think my words earlier were just talk?

My current anger is no less than yours."

Gleisa said matter-of-factly and then spread his hands easily, continuing, "I'm not asking you to truly trouble the Spirit Medium.

You just need to delay the 'Oriental' for half a day or a day on the grounds of investigating contraband.

Our Spirit Medium won't blame a tax officer with a welcoming smile."

Upon hearing Gleisa's explanation, Peigi nodded.

"Alright!"

Peigi didn't hesitate, nor did he refuse.

He knew that once he returned, he had no room for refusal.

Then, a secret contract was signed.

Peigi left.

After checking the contract again, Gleisa placed it in the second last drawer on the left under the desk; similar contracts almost filled the drawer.

The last drawer?

It was already filled ten years ago.

After all this, Gleisa continued waiting patiently.

About half an hour later—

Diliven returned.

The second son of the Bert Family wore a cloak, concealing his figure and appearance, and entered the cabin more cautiously than before.

"It's safer here than outside."

Gleisa smiled immediately as he watched Diliven enter the cabin without taking off his hood.

"Of course, I know.

Only necessary caution is the key to our success—

Are the terms you previously offered me still valid?"

Diliven spoke in a low voice without removing his hood and asked directly.

"Yes!

I already said!

As long as you need, Diliven, the deal remains — kill Depro, you gain the Succession Right of Bert Territory, and I gain trade facilitation.

When you truly seize control of Bert Territory, I get half of Rondohart Port."

The Little Lion replied confidently.

"Alright!

Let's sign the contract!"

Diliven said immediately.

But the Little Lion smiled and waved his hand.

"Before signing the contract, Diliven, can you agree to one thing?"

"What thing?"

Diliven became cautious, unconsciously lowering his voice.

"I need the 'Oriental' not to receive any supplies at Rondohart Port, not even a cup of water, a piece of bread!"

The Little Lion said fiercely.

Upon hearing this, Diliven immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The second son of Count Bert had worried that Gleisa would request something impossible, but it turned out to be just a supply issue.

Although it might cause some irritation for the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, done properly, it's nothing to worry about.

Thinking this, the second son of Count Bert nodded immediately.

"No problem."

Then, another secret contract was signed.

The contract was again placed in the second last drawer on the left under the desk.

Diliven left cautiously, just as he had arrived.

The second son of Count Bert believed that no one would discover him.

In fact, that was true.

The second son of Count Bert's stealth skills were exceptional, and combined with the tools he carried, they truly reached an expert level.

But...

Depro still knew!

With a communication crystal in hand, Gleisa Hamlet said with a mocking tone—

"Your two brothers are desperate for you to die!"

"Ha, they both thought they encountered the opportunity to change their Destiny, but neither ever realized it was an opportunity given by me—my collaborator, I'm sure you have arranged everything."

Count Bert's eldest son had an expression of assured victory.

"Of course!

They will fall into conflict with the Spirit Medium, and then be killed—I believe even the most merciful person will become angry facing repeated provocations.

And by then, the people you've arranged among the commoners can act."

Gleisa said with a smile.

"Then let's watch their final performance—according to the agreement, your caravans will be tax-free at Rondohart Port in the future."

After speaking, the Communication Stone was extinguished.

Yet a smile with ambiguous meanings appeared on Gleisa's face.

Why did he dock at Rondohart Port and not return to Inner Bay directly?

It was all for this moment, wasn't it?

He had no time to play games with Count Bert's three sons!

What tax-free, what half!

He wanted the entire Rondohart Port!

He wanted it all!