They all call me Great Master

Arthur thought about his Talent.

Instinctively, some guesses emerged in his mind—

'Could I be related to "Death"?

Because of this relation, "Death" cannot directly attack me?

Impossible, right?

I haven't even seen Death!'

Arthur's thoughts swirled, while he commanded Kiri to be more resolute.

Kiri, with a husky's appearance, immediately bared his teeth at Mr. Smith.

Seeing this appearance of Kiri, Mr. Smith didn't mind.

He knew very well that the "Death Hound" in front of him was purely defending his master, as expected, and it was a trait of "Death."

Compared to the "Death Hound."

Mr. Smith was more concerned about conveying the message—

"Three times?

That's too much!

Twice!

Under the premise of not violating my bottom line, twice!"

Mr. Smith emphasized.

This Mr. Smith understood "Death's" style too well.

To say ruthless and heartless, devoid of humanity, would be a compliment to the opposite.

Those willing to do anything to achieve their goals would seem kind in comparison to "Death.

"Death" was purely a bastard.

Plus, this "bastard" was very strong.

During the "Seven Years' War", they were almost the same, but after the "Seven Years' War"?

He was no match at all.

In fact, if not for an unexpected spoiler, the opponent would have long achieved their original goal—being completely deceived by the opponent... No, back then, it should be Them.

They had long become clown-like slaves.

And now?

They were clowns too.

Only, they were not slaves.

Mr. Smith did not wish to become a slave.

Thus, necessary emphasis naturally existed.

At the same time, he was secretly observing the "Death Hound" in front of him—dogs also have expressions, especially for the former Mr. Smith; understanding a dog's expressions wasn't difficult.

Even now, he was him.

It wasn't difficult at all.

Therefore, seeing Kiri's resolute face still gesturing three fingers, Mr. Smith sighed softly in his heart.

He knew the negotiation had failed.

Given the opponent's current identity, such failure was inevitable.

On the contrary, if the opponent agreed, he would become suspicious.

As for why bargain?

Isn't that human nature?

They, ah, have long been him.

"Alright, three times!

But it cannot violate my bottom line!

I will be residing at "Storm Inn" recently—if you want to find me, you can send your people there, but don't disturb my wife.

I am now known as Reich Smith."

With these words, Mr. Smith turned and left.

Arthur wasn't surprised that Mr. Smith agreed to such conditions.

From the opponent's words, Arthur had already judged that "Death" was the ultimate beneficiary of "that event," essentially achieving an overall victory.

Under such premise, negotiations naturally needed confidence.

Or rather...

The initiative lies with me; it is impossible to lower the demands.

Clearly having the initiative yet forfeiting the deserved authority.

Such negotiations, as long as one isn't a fool, one would notice something strange.

Arthur pondered how to wisely utilize Mr. Smith while instructing Kiri to return to the "Dock Bar"—under Marinda's chastisement, this Appok exhibited unprecedented humility and enthusiasm, earning Arthur the only single room at the "Dock Bar," along with a sumptuous meal, and of course, he could take a hot bath anytime.

And just as Arthur was about to start his breakfast with a glass of orange juice, Kiri passed by a fountain and suddenly lifted a leg.

Splash!

The "Death Hound" wouldn't eat canine food, but would drink water.

And drinking water naturally necessitates excretion.

Unlike Kuliqi's fixed point.

Kiri, with clear eyes and stubborn temperament, habitually urinates everywhere to mark his territory—as Arthur sees it, Kiri is more dog-like.

And Kuliqi?

Emotionally stable, even more so than some people.

Arthur didn't correct.

After all, having a dog's appearance means having a dog's habits isn't a bad thing.

At such a time, it's just like that.

However, accidents always happen unnoticed—

"'Death,' are you humiliating me?"

The inquiry was infused with anger.

If it had been Kuliqi at this moment, he would certainly stop urinating and remain vigilant.

But frightened Kiri, not only didn't stop urinating, but did it more gleefully.

Splash!

The sound of water increased.

Arthur's lips curled up as he reminded.

'Maintain it.'

No need for his master's reminder, Kiri maintained it.

Furthermore, after finishing urinating, he shook himself.

After shaking, he finally lifted his upper body, placing his front paws on the nearby fountain ledge—this was a small-scale fountain with an overall white exterior and no exquisite sculptures, mainly for fire emergencies and washing hands.

Simply put, it was a combination of a faucet and a fire hydrant.

It was an early post-war construction in Inner Bay, providing reliable water supplies to disaster refugees.

Rumor has it that the "God of Spring Water" once blessed these fountains.

Of course, it's just a rumor.

Today, no one would believe such things.

However, through Kiri's perspective, seeing a woman's image emerge on the small fountain surface, Arthur began to speculate.

This woman, Arthur wasn't unfamiliar with.

In fact, he had just seen her.

Mrs. Smith.

Mrs. Smith, who had already left by carriage, appeared in the fountain.

Moreover, with a secret technique unfamiliar to Arthur's understanding.

This was quite interesting.

With increased strength and reading mystical texts.

Arthur's understanding of secret techniques expanded at an astonishing pace, perhaps not as proficient as specialized scholars, but well-informed.

Nowadays, there were few secrets Arthur didn't know.

Unless they are undisclosed secrets.

Or perhaps Talent.

There could also be…

Divine Arts!

"'Death,' we have already lost and observed the contract from that event, never mentioning it.

Yet you deceived everyone once again!

You sent out your minions once more!

Are you trying to stir up chaos in the Inner Bay?

But don't forget, without truly manifesting, facing the Old Lion, what are your chances?

He's different from me!

He truly stepped up one step at a time!"

Mrs. Smith was far more furious than Mr. Smith.

In nearly reproaching words, Arthur could easily deduce that Mrs. Smith back then was in the faction opposing "Death."

Ultimately, "Death" won, and this opposing faction obviously met a grim fate.

Only…

Did Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith know each other's identities?

Most likely, they didn't know.

'This is quite interesting!'

Arthur thought inwardly, his lips curled.

Subsequently, at Arthur's command, Kiri also grinned, displaying a provocative expression on his dog face.

Seeing this expression, Mrs. Smith caused ripples on the fountain with her anger.

But soon, Mrs. Smith truly calmed down.

Because Kiri wrote in the air with his paw—

Madam, wouldn't you want your husband to be safe?