They all call me Great Master

When the news from Sean arrived, Arthur was preparing tea snacks—

The tea cut from a tea brick was roasting in the pot. As the unique fragrance began to spread, fresh milk was poured directly in.

The snacks were baked cookies, red velvet cake, and some cashews.

Following the order of cashews, cookies, and cake, the three types of snacks were placed on the adjacent silver three-tier stand.

After adjusting the angle of the silver three-tier stand, Arthur nodded in satisfaction.

If it were up to him, he certainly wouldn't bother with such tediousness.

However, to entertain Marinda, who brought him the 'Seventeen Order' base material.

He naturally needed to put in the effort.

This is a matter of courtesy.

Of course, it's also for the next step of his plan.

Dieudonne Hamlet is already on board.

Arthur believed Pistri Hamlet would handle everything well.

But having only Pistri is not enough.

That parade still needs some arrangement.

To put it simply...

Arthur was short of people.

The 'War Elephant' followed the Old Lion to South Los.

But the 'Mechanism Master' and the 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' were still around — the two people hidden in the dark made Arthur feel like on pins and needles.

Moreover, if the two didn't appear, what about the gold mine?

So he had to make them appear.

No need to worry about 'Blood Shadow's Thorn', Arthur already had a specific plan.

But for 'Mechanism Master', he did not.

Therefore, Arthur needed to arrange an evenly matched opponent for the 'Mechanism Master'.

Marinda was naturally the most suitable choice.

Smart, strong.

Most importantly: the deep friendship between the two.

Having experienced cooperation time and again.

Their relationship had long been extraordinary.

Of course, Arthur did not forget the fundamental connection — interests.

In this regard, Arthur was even more confident.

The Inner Bay lacks everything.

Just not lacking in interest.

Exciting...

No!

To be precise, it's an interest that makes the heart race.

Whew!

When the large smoke ring appeared in the room, Arthur immediately stood up from his chair, his right index finger sliding down from above like an orchestra conductor, his body slightly inclined.

"Good morning, Marinda."

Arthur had already reverted to his original appearance, and his voice was naturally his own.

Marinda stepped out from the smoke ring, her complexion a little pale. Clearly, this kind of distance teleportation was tremendously taxing for the lady.

However, when she saw Arthur holding the long-handled curved pipe in his left hand, the lady's lips curled into a smile.

"Good morning, Arthur."

The lady responded, naturally sitting in the place Arthur had prepared for her in advance.

Arthur, with a beaming smile, poured the freshly brewed milk tea while introducing it —

"I brewed the tea.

Almost had to ask Appok to buy it.

Rest assured, the food has been checked, no problem.

And a middle-class merchant bought it."

As he spoke, Arthur cut a piece of red velvet cake and handed it to Marinda.

Having expended a lot and in need of food and rest, Marinda didn't refuse.

"There is extra salted butter inside.

The taste has a more unique flavor than the original fresh cream.

Of course, the cookies have double the sweetness."

Arthur picked up tongs to place both cookies and cashews in front of Marinda.

Seeing Arthur's attentive behavior, Marinda hummed softly.

This made Arthur confused.

Given his understanding of Marinda, the lady before him was certainly not someone to push her luck but rather someone who knows her limits well.

At this time, she should be handing over what the Earl of South Los promised to him.

'Did something happen?'

Arthur speculated in his heart, the smile on his face becoming even more sincere.

"Was there an accident?

Are you hurt?

Don't worry, I'm here for everything."

Arthur inquired.

Marinda shook her head.

"No injuries.

But there was an unexpected thing — Madam Susan hopes that my cousin will give you a chance.

And my cousin didn't oppose it."

Marinda said earnestly.

At the same time, her eyes stared intently at Arthur.

This was, of course, a lie. Her cousin did not oppose, but also did not agree, and furthermore, would not give a reply for another three days.

However, she wouldn't tell Arthur these things.

She wanted to see Arthur's attitude.

Likewise, this was Madam Susan's attitude —

'Arthur?

That kid won't let you down.

So, you need to give that kid a much brighter future.'

This statement was very apt.

Even high-sounding.

However, Marinda still felt uncomfortable.

She didn't want anyone sharing Arthur with her.

Even if that person was her cousin.

But her position made it impossible to truly refuse.

Others didn't know her true relationship with Arthur.

But she herself knew.

She and Arthur were merely partners; everything spoken on the outside, be it lovers or children, was all a smokescreen.

Once her cousin intervened.

This smoke would really dissipate with the wind.

Recognizing this, Marinda felt restless and anxious — it was only at this moment she realized Arthur unwittingly became a part of her life.

Their cooperation had already entangled many aspects.

It's not just about interests.

She just felt at ease seeing Arthur.

Sometimes seeing Arthur's childish acts, she found them quite amusing.

She didn't want her cousin to join in.

Thus, she prepared to face her own feelings directly.

In South Los, hailed as the 'Lady of the Long Night', Marinda was not someone to hesitate. She could be ruthless enough to kill a hundred people in one night.

Naturally, she could also confront her own heart.

Before, it was this way Marinda encouraged herself.

But before her words could come out, she began to feel restless.

And when they did, her restlessness reached its peak.

To the extent that her body became stiff.

Marinda herself didn't even notice this.

Arthur noticed —

"Pfft."

Arthur laughed out loud.

Then, patting his thigh while laughing heartily.

This scene caught Marinda off guard.

The lady had imagined too many scenarios.

With acceptance, she would exchange a smile with Arthur.

Or with rejection, she would fiercely kick Arthur.

But she never thought Arthur would laugh.

She realized her current state, contrasted with her usual self, made Arthur find it amusing.

But she didn't think she should accept such ridicule.

So —

Marinda lifted her leg to kick at Arthur's calf.

Arthur didn't dodge.

He even maintained his seated position.

He just bent over and caught Marinda's lower leg in his hands.

Then placed it on his knee.

Softly chuckled —

"Don't fuss, wife."