They all call me Great Master

The Little Lion really didn't expect Arthur to pass by Rondohart Port without entering.

Therefore, Arthur's sudden return was also unexpected for the Little Lion.

Not to mention, Arthur let a crow snatch the [Thief's Door].

All of this was beyond the Little Lion's expectations.

However, unlike most people.

Most people faced with such matters would have already panicked.

And the Little Lion?

He adjusts his strategy.

He is well aware of the allure of [Thief's Door].

Once someone has obtained [Thief's Door], how could they not use it?

Especially when faced with a 'treasure trove' like him, they simply cannot resist.

This is human nature!

Thus, the Little Lion 'provided the chance' for Arthur to use [Thief's Door] — without a doubt, that seemingly farcical scene with Count Bert was intentional on the part of the Little Lion.

The Little Lion wants Arthur to feel the weight of age.

The Little Lion wants Arthur to regret deeply.

The Little Lion wants Arthur to understand that provoking him is like hitting an iron wall.

So, at this moment, the Little Lion begins to use words to attack the mind —

"I have used [Thief's Door] three times in the past.

In each case, I stole others' secret techniques, and depending on the level of mastery, it consumes approximately 20-100 years.

But what you stole was my perfected [Parasitic Revival], so you have already lost at least 100 years of your life.

You were 17 years old before.

That means you are now 117 years old.

Tsk tsk.

Truly terrifying.

Lost 100 years of life in an instant, wouldn't you start losing all your teeth?

Of course, if you lied about your age before, you could be 120? 130? Or even older?

You might not even be able to walk now, would you?"

Saying this, the Little Lion laughed again.

And before Arthur could reply, the Little Lion spoke once more.

"In fact, I'm surprised you didn't die of old age on the spot!

You ask me why I'm fine?

Of course, it's the 'Fountain of Youth'!

You wouldn't think that I, as Inner Bay's first heir, wouldn't possess the 'Fountain of Youth,' which is essential for using [Thief's Door]?

Of course, you can have it too!

It's right here!"

With sarcasm-filled words, the Little Lion raised his palm, revealing an ancient ring shining brightly in the candlelight.

"Give it to me!"

Arthur's voice echoed from the crow's mouth.

Fujin surged forward in cooperation.

Unfortunately, perhaps due to the overwhelming old age, Fujin's leap turned into a fall off the windowsill.

Even flapping its wings twice failed to let it stand.

This scene made the Little Lion laugh heartily.

"Come on! Come on!"

The Little Lion enjoyed the exhilaration of being the victor.

Of course, the Little Lion hadn't forgotten Count Bert.

In fact, the Little Lion constantly kept an eye on the Earl out of the corner of his eye.

As for Arthur?

Merely a clown who accidentally appeared.

He may have a stroke of luck, but good fortune always runs out!

Especially when faced with a 'Child of Destiny' like him; it's the moment of the opponent's death!

Compared to such a clown, Count Bert is truly worth attention.

And Count Bert is the same!

When the Little Lion shouted 'Now,' the Earl immediately guessed the Little Lion's intent — because upon acquiring [Thief's Door], he couldn't help but want to take something from the Little Lion, who seemed like a 'treasure trove.'

This guy is no exception.

However, this guy clearly didn't realize the terrifying consumption of [Thief's Door], thus finding himself in such an embarrassing predicament.

"What an idiot."

Count Bert said arrogantly.

Of course, he was still determined to get [Thief's Door].

Lifespan?

For him, it truly wasn't an issue.

But that's a matter for later.

Now, he needs to eliminate the Little Lion.

Similarly, the Little Lion intends the same.

The two confronted each other.

The second round was clearly about to begin.

At this moment, the black crow finally stood back up, the eye on its forehead radiating vivid, substantive multicolored light.

Seeing this, both the Little Lion and Count Bert simultaneously smiled.

They didn't even dodge, choosing to merely watch the crow.

Count Bert sneered and curled his lip disdainfully.

"I misspoke.

You're not an idiot.

You're foolish!"

The middle-aged Earl said, ignoring Arthur entirely — believing there was still a slim chance for Arthur.

Once either he or the Little Lion triumphs, Arthur could beg for mercy.

Then, there'd still be a chance to live.

Even if both the Little Lion and he were brutally injured, Arthur might actually become the final victor.

But no matter how you choose.

Such reckless behavior right now is not an option.

It's extremely foolish.

For this, the Little Lion agreed.

This first heir of Inner Bay continually lamented —

"Poor thing! Anger and resentment have consumed your reason.

Now, you?

You're worse than a beast."

The Little Lion began to speak with a noble accent.

However, before his words fell, the Little Lion tilted his head.

An acid arrow grazed the tips of his hair.

The acid slightly stained his hair, the nauseating smell causing the Little Lion to frown.

"Earl, ambushes are not a noble behavior."

"Really?"

Count Bert sneered, raising his hand to pull out a dagger from his back.

This was naturally the Little Lion's handiwork.

When he was lamenting earlier, the Little Lion had already launched an ambush.

Seeing the dagger in Count Bert's hand, the Little Lion wasn't embarrassed at all.

He smiled and said —

"How can you steal my dagger?

But, if you like it...

Consider it a gift to you."

Boom!

Upon the fall of his words, the dagger in Count Bert's hand exploded.

With gunpowder added, metal fragments scattered everywhere, like a shrapnel mine.

Count Bert was riddled with holes.

The Little Lion rolled and dodged, ready to pull out the next prop.

But at that moment, the Little Lion froze.

The ring on his hand was gone.

Instinctively, the Little Lion looked towards Count Bert.

At this moment, Inner Bay's first heir thought it was Count Bert's doing, but meeting his gaze was the equally puzzled Earl.

They exchanged glances.

In the next moment, they simultaneously turned their heads.

They looked at the black crow.

The earlier feeble crow, seeming ready to die, now stood calmly, its beady eyes moving, the whole crow looking spirited with no sign of aging.

Moreover, upon seeing their gaze, Fujin opened its mouth and cried.

Ka, ka, ka!

The loud crow cries resonated throughout the chamber, no need for a bird language expert's translation; both the Little Lion and Count Bert understood what Fujin said.

Fools! Fools!

Two big fools!

And accompanying Fujin's cries, Arthur's voice emerged —

"Come on, let's play a game!"

Instantly, their expressions changed drastically.