They all call me Great Master

Arthur never considered himself an unlucky person.

Even after being hit by the muck cart in his hometown, Arthur still thought so.

Being hit by the muck cart was due to his lack of caution, unrelated to luck.

If he were truly unlucky, how could he have lived another life as Arthur?

So, Arthur firmly believed he was very lucky.

No!

Very lucky!

Just like now, his simple desire to fish and create chaos.

Who would've guessed there would be unexpected gains?

Confronted with Mr. Smith's request to 'talk', Arthur quickly adjusted his mindset after a brief surprise—being a qualified spirit medium, Arthur knew exactly how to handle the situation before him.

No need to rush.

Patience is key.

Let the bullet fly for a while, it can't be wrong.

Indeed, that's how it turned out.

In the next moment, Mr. Smith straightforwardly said—

"After 'that matter', we adhered to the agreement!

'Death' shouldn't disturb my life anymore!

Now, I am just myself!

And not you all!

I'm not interested in you all!"

Tall and burly Mr. Smith appeared calm while saying these words, but with Kiri's vision, Arthur could see Mr. Smith's new clothes were stretched, especially around the shoulders and arms, the clothes were taut as if about to tear.

Clearly, the gentleman was far from as calm as he appeared.

Especially paired with the blood and brain matter on his fists, it served more as deterrence.

And Arthur?

Faced with such circumstances, he simply had Kiri step out from the shadows.

The once invincible 'Death Hound' was discovered for the first time, which made Arthur cautious but not nervous, because—Mr. Smith did not find his Crow.

In Inner Bay, for safety, Arthur's Crow and Hound moved together.

Quite clearly, Mr. Smith must have an unusual perception towards 'Death'.

Most likely had suffered losses and thus remembered 'Death'.

Of course, what intrigued Arthur the most was 'that matter'!

Someone else brought up 'that matter' again!

Arthur's curiosity was at an all-time peak!

However, he knew haste makes waste.

Thus, he let Kiri step out of the shadow.

First, since it was discovered, hiding was pointless.

Second, as representative of 'Death', his willingness to discuss—if curious, then find out.

Arthur was always such a genuine person.

As for impersonating 'Death'?

As a young, upright, simple, and kind spirit medium, he would never impersonate anyone; it's just that the other party has mistaken him.

And the speechless Kiri, responsible for conveying messages, wanted to explain but couldn't, thus letting the misunderstanding continue.

Of course, when the opportunity is appropriate, Arthur would definitely inform the other party of the truth.

Possibly days later, or perhaps years later, just not now.

Seeing Kiri come out, Mr. Smith breathed a sigh of relief—the tense muscles relaxed a lot.

This was exactly what Arthur wanted.

He hoped the other would relax and not hold hostility.

Only then could the other speak more.

Under Arthur's command, Kiri glanced at the headless bodies.

This was naturally to mislead Mr. Smith.

And departed, Mr. Smith fell for it.

"Are they your people?"

Mr. Smith frowned.

He began to reflect on himself.

Had life become too comfortable with his wife, causing him to forget basic knowledge—arriving in a strange place and acting without investigation.

Especially under the premise of perceiving the 'Death Hound'.

Why didn't he consider these people might serve 'Death'?

Perhaps 'Death' didn't value such servants.

But given 'Death's personality, he certainly wouldn't mind more such servants.

Anyway, none of these mattered.

The incident had occurred.

He now needed to make amends.

As for apologizing?

'Death' requires no apology.

'Death' requires genuine benefits.

After collaborating with 'Death' for a time, Mr. Smith's brain worked rapidly.

This gentleman had a lot to consider.

The foremost being his wife.

Mustn't let his wife get involved.

Next is his future life.

Strive not to disrupt his current life.

Finally, himself.

Endeavor to stay alive.

After hesitating momentarily, Mr. Smith said—

"I swear by my 'divine name' to assist death… uh, I mean assist the master of the 'Death Hound' before me once."

During the contract, 'Death' almost slipped out.

This could've violated the contract of 'that matter'.

Following contract precedence, it would cause him unnecessary loss.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, directly replacing it with the master of the 'Death Hound' before him.

Besides 'Death', who else could be the master of the 'Death Hound'?

No one!

''Death' cannot appear in the contract!'

Arthur keenly gathered information.

Then, he had Kiri raise his paw.

Then, Kiri's paw was retracted with effort, indicating three times.

To this, Mr. Smith laughed.

With a scornful laugh.

"Sure enough, you remain as greedy as before—you've received immense benefits after completing 'that matter', yet you couldn't resist sending lackeys back to South County.

What's happening in Inner Bay now is also your doing, right?

Do you plan to recreate 'Seven Years' War'?"

Mr. Smith's words were etched in Arthur's memory.

The young spirit medium learned for the first time that 'Seven Years' Battle' was orchestrated by 'Death'.

Shouldn't it be Glast?

Wait!

Glast was always a pawn!

Also tied to the [Twist of Fate]!

And [Twist of Fate] originated from 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association'.

And 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association'?

'Tower of Mist', White Robe!

The White Robe entwined with rebels and The Holy Court during the Holy Era!

Arthur's mind raced.

He felt he was onto something crucial.

Still, Arthur was more mindful of [Death Intuition].

It didn't flicker.

Not even a tiny movement.

'Unbelievable!

If my speculation is correct, White Robe is the biggest winner, then surely, this moment would make the [Death Intuition] flicker like a light bulb.

Unless, he lack the power to threaten me!

Or, he cannot threaten me now!'

Arthur pondered inwardly.

Then, Arthur contemplated another possibility, his talent—

"Wait!

'Death'?

[Breath of Death]!"