They all call me Great Master

Arthur once again dipped his hand in clear water and wrote down a location name—

South Los.

Looking at this name, Marquis Ainhars and Count Bernaken both suddenly felt a sense of realization.

Almost simultaneously, both thought about why the Kledos Family had settled in South Los.

So that's it!

It's because of 'that event'!

But the area of South Los is just too vast!

It's not only the place that's large; there are also a lot of people!

Relying on just the name 'South Los' to get definite information is clearly impossible.

No one can do it.

No!

Not even the 'Divine Spirits' can do it.

However, with past experiences, this time Marquis Ainhars didn't complain—obviously, burning everything he got could only exchange for the name 'South Los'.

'South Los, South Los!

That event didn't happen in South Los!

So this is a follow-up?!'

Marquis Ainhars thought excitedly.

This marquis had a new understanding of Arthur's 'fair trade'.

If it truly is the follow-up to 'that event', then burning everything without considering the consequences was indeed worthwhile.

But how can a single 'name' be enough?

He wanted to know more.

But he had nothing to offer.

For a moment, Marquis Ainhars was restless.

That feeling of being so close yet untouchable was extremely frustrating.

The same was true for Count Bernaken.

Even without a body, this old earl felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over him.

Without hesitation, this old earl leaped out.

Marquis Ainhars had nothing left.

But he did!

The small, illusory old earl appeared before Arthur and directly said—

"Are you interested in my collection of books?

It may not compare to those so-called legacy nobles.

But my collection is far superior to ordinary nobles."

"Interested."

Arthur replied very affirmatively, and even more assured was his subsequent addition.

"But not enough."

"Not enough?"

The old earl furrowed his brow once again.

His collection was his most valuable asset.

In fact, this old earl even considered placing his unique Demon Hunter legacy in those books—Arthur was such an excellent young man that the old earl was reluctant to give up.

Perhaps Arthur had his own legacy.

But this didn't conflict with being a Demon Hunter.

What if Arthur took an interest in the Demon Hunter legacy?

However, the old earl could not speak openly.

Arthur had already refused him once before.

If he mentioned it again and was rejected, would he have no face?

He, Count Bernaken, the only Master Demon Hunter in the South County!

So, he had to be subtle.

While the old earl was pondering, Marquis Ainhars spoke up.

"Arthur, your sword momentum is imposing, but your Sword Intent is not tenacious enough, which causes your Sword Qi to scatter and lacks sharpness—I have a notebook here, you can take a look."

As he spoke, this marquis took out a palm-sized notebook.

However, Arthur did not accept it, and his eyes showed inquiry and wariness.

This left Marquis Ainhars stunned.

"Apologies, Ainhars.

Marinda is a good girl.

We haven't truly married yet."

Arthur said.

"Hahaha.

Rest assured!

Although the content inside is related to the 'Sword Body', the drawbacks of the 'Sword Body' will not appear in it, and a genuine 'Sword Body' has no drawbacks.

I was just impatient back then.

And now, I have slowly repaired it."

Marquis Ainhars laughed out loud, and the pride on his face was evident.

For this marquis, offspring were not important; his life had long been destined to be accompanied by his Twin Swords.

Especially the further progress of the 'Sword Body', which made the marquis incredibly happy.

Offspring?

Not as important as a sword.

"That's good."

Arthur sighed in relief and accepted the notebook.

Then, he looked at the old earl.

"Lynn will deliver the collection to your 'Oriental' later."

This old earl said without hesitation.

Arthur nodded slightly.

Then, he dipped his finger in clear water again and wrote—

Elta Square.

After writing, confirming that the two saw it, Arthur raised his hand and wiped it away again.

"This is the extent of what I can tell the two of you.

The rest will require your own investigation."

Arthur said.

Marquis Ainhars and the old earl both nodded in agreement.

They certainly knew Elta Square; it was the largest square in South Los, where most celebrations were held.

Though it's also large with lots of people, compared to the entire South Los, it's not an issue.

Moreover, as the largest square in South Los, anything happening there would easily catch attention.

If they really wanted to investigate, the difficulty would dramatically decrease.

Immediately, the two exchanged glances.

If not for Arthur still being there, they would certainly have acted right away.

For this, Arthur chuckled heartily inside.

'The youngest member of the 'Bloodline Clan', 'Bern'?

I hope you can sense my goodwill.

You surely will, right?'

Arthur's inner laughter was even more pronounced.

But it was filled with coldness.

That coldness stemmed from the repeated warnings of Death Intuition.

From the fragmented memories of the Blood Drinker, Haibo.

From the erased memories of the Blood Ancestor Worm, Abel.

The repeated reminders were enough.

If these couldn't alert Arthur to the hidden schemes regarding the so-called 'Bloodline Clan' extermination, then it wouldn't be Arthur.

Arthur was fairly certain that the so-called youngest member of the 'Bloodline Clan', 'Bern', was actually the private hand left by the Blood Marquis.

Or even part of the setup.

But he wouldn't probe.

The fragmented memories of the Blood Drinker, Haibo, were enough to make Arthur realize how terrifying this Blood Marquis was, far beyond his imagination.

Hence, he needed allies.

Marquis Ainhars and the old earl were good choices.

As for 'Blood Marquis' having no connection with 'that event'?

Impossible!

How could someone like the Blood Marquis ignore 'that event'?

The other party must have noticed it, and maybe they even wanted to take advantage.

So, there must be a connection.

Therefore, Arthur did not deceive others.

As a young, straightforward, sincere, and kind spirit medium, how could Arthur lie?

"Can I have another piece of roast meat?

Talking about such serious matters always makes me stress out.

Only food can relax me."

Arthur glanced at the extinguished Barrier Oil and asked in a relaxed tone.

"Of course."

Marquis Ainhars responded with a smile.

The subsequent lunch naturally continued in a pleasant atmosphere.

And the happy time flew by swiftly.

Soon, night fell.

At the outskirts of Inner Bay, at the gates of a manor, the elegantly dressed Alvis Hamlet stepped down from a carriage.

Smiling, Hayes, who had long been waiting at the gate, warmly welcomed him—

"Welcome, my friend!"