They all call me Great Master

"Where is it?"

Arthur's eyes flashed with joy as he lowered his voice to ask.

Arthur had never forgotten his purpose for coming to the Inner Bay.

Aside from 'seeking justice for his mother,' it was the gold mine!

He needed enough gold to make his bloodline complete and pure.

And the Golden Lion Family's gold mine...

No!

It was the gold mine his mother left him, and he was determined to get it.

"The Lion Palace!"

Under Arthur's gaze, Potterman mentioned a place that surprised Arthur.

It wasn't a secret that the Golden Lion Family owned a gold mine with abundant yields.

But where exactly was the gold mine?

It was hidden.

Or, to be precise, it's uncertain which one it was.

DuPont Hills, Neuer Town, Simao De Mine.

These three places were known to the outside world as possible locations for the Golden Lion Family's gold mine, but whether it was the remote DuPont Hills, the densely populated Neuer Town, or the dilapidated Simao De Mine, none were places ordinary people could approach.

Not only were they heavily guarded, but it was rumored that the 'Lion Group' under the Old Lion once stationed there.

'Mechanism Master!'

'War Elephant!'

'Blood Shadow's Thorn!'

It was because these three were seen in those places, and someone saw carriages full of gold, that they were suspected.

However, no matter how many people were sent to investigate, there was no definite information.

The people sent out either vanished without a trace.

Or they were directly turned, causing considerable losses to those in the shadows.

Especially for what seemed like the most likely answer at Simao De Mine, where a hundred elite troops were sent deep within.

And the result?

Vanished.

And who was that person?

Naturally, it was the Old Earl of South Los.

This Old Earl had an extraordinary talent for eroding his family's foundation while often giving others leverage, putting all of South Los into a passive position.

Some even said that if it weren't for the mess left by the Old Earl of South Los, the growth of the Countess would have been faster.

Perhaps she would have already reached the legendary Demigod Realm.

And it was precisely because of the Old Earl of South Los's probing that the Golden Lion Family's gold mine was further shrouded in mystery.

Like a veiled woman in the wild at midnight.

While attracting a group of ignorant men, it always scared away the truly clever ones.

The former were blinded by beauty.

The latter saw the trap.

It was highly likely that alongside that woman were heavily armed bandits.

Of course, this wasn't frightening.

What was truly frightening was if there were no heavily armed bandits around, only that woman alone, smiling sweetly at you, her eyes full of affectionate warmth.

Except her body was ice cold.

Perhaps, she had removed her own skin.

In any case, after that event, everyone began to restrain themselves—they believed it was the Old Lion's deliberate ploy, intentionally luring them into a trap.

Just like that veiled woman in the wild at midnight.

That woman eats people, and the Old Lion eats people too.

Among ordinary people, rumors began to circulate that the gold mine was cursed, claiming that 'anyone without the Golden Lion Family bloodline who enters it will face misfortune.'

To many, this was met with disdain.

But many began to doubt the authenticity of the Golden Lion Family's gold mine.

The gold mine didn't exist at all!

It was all the Old Lion's trick!

In the years leading up to the Old Earl of South Los's death, this matter was publicized worldwide.

As for who was behind it?

The answer was obvious.

However, with the appearance of six hundred carts of raw gold ore outside Kilg Harbor, rumors were shattered.

And the Old Earl of South Los?

He collapsed, coughing blood.

He didn't die.

But it left him with a lingering illness.

And the subsequent death was also related to this illness.

Because of this, the relationship between the Inner Bay and South Los became increasingly tense.

All these were information Arthur collected while plotting for the gold mine.

And in Arthur's mind, since the Old Lion laid out three locations, the gold mine was likely not in these three places—once a secret is known, it's no longer a secret.

Dead people not only keep secrets.

They could also deter others.

So Arthur asked himself, if he had such a gold mine, he would definitely create a smokescreen.

The gold mines known to the outside world were certainly fake.

The real gold mine, no one knew.

That's why he had the people of the 'Death Poetry Society' investigate.

Arthur didn't expect the gold mine to be in the 'Lion Palace.'

"No wonder the Old Lion expanded and renovated the 'Lion Palace' six times in the thirty years after the 'Seven Years' War' ended. It was all to cover up the gold mine."

Arthur sighed.

Then, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium marveled at the Old Lion's luck.

The construction of the Lion Palace was before the 'Seven Years' War.'

At the time, it was just an ordinary estate.

In fact, the Old Lion's initial intention was merely to create a Noble's club.

However, as the Old Lion's fame rose during the 'Seven Years' War,' the scale expanded repeatedly, until they discovered the gold mine at the end of the 'Seven Years' War.'

This kind of luck nearly made Arthur think he saw the 'Child of Destiny.'

"Who's guarding it there?"

Arthur continued to ask.

The Old Lion had left the Inner Bay.

But the accompanying personnel shouldn't be too many.

Possibly, only the War Elephant was with him.

The remaining 'Mechanism Master' and 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' must surely have one staying there.

Because of this, Inner Bay unraveled to such an extent, yet the three of the 'Lion Group' never revealed themselves.

"'Mechanism Master' and 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' are there!

The 'Death Poetry Society' has been responsible for the outer guard, and both of them fully entered the gold mine a week ago and haven't left."

Potterman's confident answer made Arthur nod in satisfaction.

Then, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium stroked his chin.

"Was Dieudonne Hamlet responsible for the construction of the 'Lion Palace'?"

Arthur asked.

"Yes, the Old Lion's second son has always been in charge of these."

Potterman nodded.

"And this young son of the Old Lion, is he also responsible for Inner Bay's finances?"

Arthur asked again.

"He's just providing some assistance, not truly responsible in a significant way. The financial minister of Inner Bay is still one of the 'Golden Bearded Advisors'."

Potterman corrected him.

However, this was no longer important.

Arthur had already grasped the key point.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium raised his head, inquiring to the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor before him—

"Do you think the other members of the Golden Lion Family know the truth about the gold mine?"

The truth?!

The 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor narrowed his eyes.

Soon, the not-so-dull middle-aged man realized it.

He widened his eyes, slightly open his mouth.

"Are you saying?

That the members of the Golden Lion Family are not aware of this gold mine…

No, there should be a gold mine!

But the gold mine isn't really rich, it's quite barren, even exhausted quickly!

And it is located at DuPont Hills, Neuer Town, one of the Simao De Mines!

This is well known among the Golden Lion Family.

However, they don't realize that besides this gold mine, the Old Lion has a truly rich mine under the 'Lion Palace'."

The 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor finished in one breath, his eyes glinting with incredulity.

Looking at the expression on the other's face, Arthur then spoke—

"The people you have contacted, are they only the Old Lion and Gleisa?"

"Yes!

Although we've signed a contract, there are only a few people we contacted in Inner Bay.

Gleisa said it was to maintain secrecy.

I thought it was to keep our existence secret."

Speaking up to this point, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor showed a wry smile on his face.

Obviously, he guessed another possibility.

It's well known that the best way to hide a leaf is to conceal it in a forest.

The best way to hide a secret is, naturally, to create another secret.

The organization he belonged to, was perfectly suited for this.

The 'Death Poetry Society' has a notorious reputation.

Dealing with an organization like this, it was natural for the Old Lion to be cautious.

Thus, some atypical behavior became understandable.

"You are indeed luckier than those guards."

Arthur remarked softly.

The 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor immediately shuddered.

In Inner Bay, everyone knows that becoming a guard for the Old Lion comes with danger and opportunity alike.

If one survives three years, it's a direct path to success.

Unfortunately, the bones have already piled up within those three years.

"Were they killed to silence them?!"

The 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor finally reacted.

Arthur spread his hands.

"What else?

You wouldn't think the Old Lion is really just cruel and loves killing, would you?"

Facing Arthur's counterquestion, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor felt embarrassed.

Why do people spread the rumor that the Old Lion has grown old?

It started with the Old Lion's spree of killing guards.

People say the Old Lion, seeing the young and strong guards, couldn't bear his own decline, thus bred jealousy.

And hence became unreasonable.

Of course, Potterman didn't completely think so.

Because the corpses of the guards killed by the Old Lion were all handed over to the 'Death Poetry Society'.

Therefore, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor originally thought the Old Lion was trying to win them over, thus choosing this convenient method.

But now it seems…

"Were all those corpses handed over to you?"

Arthur continued to ask.

Potterman grew increasingly awkward.

The 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose and nodded.

"Yes!

All the corpses were given to us!"

After speaking, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor felt a slight chill creeping up his back.

The night wind before dawn, at this moment, was particularly cold.

Making one's heart grow cold unconsciously.

Even making one shiver.

The 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor unconsciously felt a hint of fear towards the Old Lion rising from the bottom of his heart.

But soon, such fear dissipated.

Because—

He saw Arthur.

Saw Arthur standing calmly in the darkness.

The composure infected him.

'Yes!

The Old Lion is indeed terrifying!

But His Highness is smarter than the Old Lion!

With sufficient time, surely he will surpass the Old Lion!

If that's the case, why should I fear?'

Thinking this, the disquiet in the heart of the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor returned to calmness, and his breathing became steady.

At this moment—

A sliver of light pierced through the darkness.

Dawn, arrived.

Arthur, basked in the first light of morning, his lips curled into a smile.

The moment he awaited.

Finally, had come.