They all call me Great Master

If you give away all your property to the other party, what else can you bring out?

The Marquess of Ainhars was well aware of this answer.

Himself!

He himself!

He could only offer himself!

Beyond that, he had nothing else to offer!

Similarly, he was very confident in himself.

This confidence stemmed from strength.

It came from the confidence of an Ascend Steper nearing the Fourth Order!

Therefore, the Marquess of Ainhars already had the answer in his mind and anticipated Arthur's expression—it would be joyful, possibly even smug, but definitely not complex.

Joy because of his promise as an Ascend Steper.

Smugness also due to his promise, but unlike the former, the latter carried an additional pride.

But complex?

The Marquess of Ainhars was puzzled.

Such a complex expression could only appear between friends.

But were he and Arthur friends?

No!

Without the test of time, the term friend was too abstract.

At best, they were allies now.

Allies based on shared interests.

Anything more?

Non-existent.

The Marquess of Ainhars thought with his understanding, but the more he thought, the more puzzled he became.

And at this moment, the Old Earl appeared again—

'Stop thinking!

Arthur's complexity isn't directed at you... no, rather, not entirely at you, but at the Demon Hunters.

He knows what happened to the Demon Hunters back then.

Thus, when you ask about that past event and wish to delve deeper, that complex expression emerges.

In his heart, he is certainly lamenting the unpredictability of destiny.'

The Old Earl's words were filled with bitterness.

And the Marquess of Ainhars finally got it.

'So that's it!

Arthur had used the Demon-Repelling Holy Salt, Evil-Repelling Brick Powder, Barrier Oil…

He likely learned about that event from the Demon Hunter who taught him.

In fact, his family might have already been paying attention to the matter, being able to save the Demon Hunter, and in return, that Demon Hunter began teaching Arthur.'

The Marquess of Ainhars instantly concocted a complete story in his mind.

The Old Earl did not object to this.

Nobles guard their legacy fiercely, various sects and forces hoarded it jealously, but the Demon Hunters were different, family-based Demon Hunters were more carefree.

They would teach someone who wasn't part of their family out of gratitude.

Later, they would invite this benefactor to join their family, treating them as brothers and sisters.

Of course, these are traditional Demon Hunters.

As for those newly emerged Demon Hunters who extricated from The Holy Court's indoctrination?

As long as they aren't backstabbing, they're considered virtuous.

And undoubtedly, the Old Earl was a traditional Demon Hunter.

Thus, at this time, the suggestion the Old Earl gave to the Marquess of Ainhars was—

'Offer cautiously.

Don't go all-in right away.'

After affirming in his heart, the Marquess of Ainhars relaxed his brow, looked at Arthur, and raised the index finger of his right hand.

"Once!

I can promise you, as long as it doesn't harm the interests of the Ainhars Territory and the South County Demon Hunters, I will go all out once!"

The Marquess of Ainhars said.

Upon hearing the Marquess of Ainhars' words, Arthur smiled.

The scene before him was not beyond his expectations.

The Marquess of Ainhars was quite straightforward.

But the Old Earl was not.

Therefore, Arthur's complex look was merely a test for the Old Earl.

From the moment he took out the Demon-Repelling Holy Salt, Evil-Repelling Brick Powder, Barrier Oil, to his subsequent words and expressions, every move of Arthur was a test.

At the same time, it was a way for him to find a fallback.

Just like this moment—

Arthur dipped his hand in some clear water and wrote on the table: Conspiracy.

Then, Arthur wiped it off.

This scene stunned the Marquess of Ainhars.

Then, the Marquess became angry.

"Arthur, are you joking?"

Conspiracy?

Of course, he knew it was a conspiracy.

In fact, this matter did not need Arthur's mention; anyone who wasn't a fool would know that matter was laden with conspiracy.

The Marquess of Ainhars, feeling toyed with, was filled with fury.

Arthur still remained calm.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium pointed at the burning Barrier Oil and said softly.

"You started the joke, Ainhars.

What do you think that matter is?

A child's play?

Do you think that the entangled issues can be solved in one move by an Ascend Steper?

I believe in 'fair trade,' not unconditional contribution!"

Arthur's voice gradually rose, his deep eyes also showing disappointment and anger.

Then, after speaking, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium stood up.

"Thank you for your hospitality.

Our cooperation continues.

But 'that matter,' please do not mention it again."

Having said that, Arthur turned to leave.

The Marquess of Ainhars immediately stood up and hurriedly said—

"I'm sorry, Arthur, you misunderstood me.

My full force isn't reckless.

I can burn my life, even my soul, that is my all-out effort!"

Facing Arthur about to leave, the Marquess of Ainhars revealed his trump card directly.

For the Marquess of Ainhars, this back-and-forth testing was not his nature.

He preferred straightforwardness.

Upon confirming that Arthur knew more about 'that matter,' the Marquess went all in.

The Old Earl sighed helplessly.

However, the Old Earl did not obstruct, naturally expressing approval.

'What is wrong with the young these days?

Why are they all in such a hurry?

Can't they sit down, have some tea, eat snacks, and discuss in detail?

Ah, the times have changed.'

The Old Earl murmured in his heart, his gaze at Arthur growing complex.

Being a Master Demon Hunter in South County, he didn't dislike haste.

On the contrary, this Master Hunter appreciated haste.

Because the Master Hunter stubbornly believed haste represented courage, as long as properly guided, not turned into folly, it would make a good Demon Hunter.

Honestly, half of the Demon Hunters were hasty.

And as for the Old Earl's murmur?

Naturally, it was because Arthur didn't choose to learn Demon Hunter skills from Lynn.

Had he learned, Arthur would be a better heir, right?

Thinking this in his heart, the Old Earl waited for Arthur's answer.

Upon hearing the Marquess of Ainhars' explanation, Arthur's heart was already blooming with laughter, but outwardly, he appeared slightly placated.

Arthur withdrew his steps and sat back in the chair.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium looked at the Marquess of Ainhars and took a deep breath.

Then, he wrote down an answer that surprised and astonished both the Marquess of Ainhars and Count Bernaken, yet one that made perfect sense.