They all call me Great Master

Chapter 299 Two Problem Children!

The simultaneous remarks startled Jimte and Kalal.

Then, both narrowed their eyes—

"You don't mean Count Bert's nephew, do you?"

Jimte asked with a smile.

"You don't mean to say you're unaware Count Bert's nephew has a mistress, do you?"

Kalal countered with a smile as well.

"You don't mean to say you're unaware that the mistress is just bait, do you?"

Jimte's smile grew even warmer.

"You don't mean to say you're unaware the mistress has another identity as the Old Lion's spy, do you?"

Kalal's smile became even more radiant.

"You don't mean to say you're unaware she has already confessed her identity to him, do you?"

Jimte's smile began to fade.

"You don't mean to say you're unaware he had actually known the mistress's identity all along and approached her purposely, do you?"

Kalal's smile also appeared strained.

Then, both stopped smiling altogether and fell silent.

Neither had anticipated that the other had also noted that fellow before and conducted such a thorough investigation.

Suddenly, they eyed each other with narrowed eyes.

Unlike any previous scrutiny, this time, they regarded each other with utter seriousness.

And there was an implicit clash!

Both being loyal to Arthur had predetermined these two proud individuals would subtly compete.

It was not intentional, but instinctual.

Just as placing two gems side by side inevitably brings about comparison.

In fact, it's not just with gems.

Even with two plain rocks, people would still compare.

It's just that—

'Can that guy you two are watching even sleep peacefully?'

Seated atop Skull Summit, Arthur inwardly sighed.

In his 'coastal transport' plan, it was essential to link West Berlin, Ainhars, and Bert's territories together.

He had initially intended to pick a suitable candidate in Count Bert's territory.

But now, it seemed completely unnecessary.

Jimte and Kalal had already made their choice.

What is called professionalism?

This is called professionalism!

Arthur would not inquire why the two understood so much about Count Bert's nephew—given their natures, they naturally had respective ambitions.

Thus, such understanding was logical and reasonable.

Arthur did not dislike such ambition.

On the contrary, he admired it.

Because—

he was absolutely confident in his ability to control such people.

The more ambitious you are, the more you must demonstrate your capability.

Otherwise, I'll make mincemeat out of you all!

Thinking this, Arthur's gaze toward Jimte and Kalal became increasingly serene.

He patiently waited for their 'second round of communication' to end.

In fact, Arthur didn't need to hurry them, as the two young nobles quickly noticed Arthur's gaze and the unmistakable admiration it contained.

Feeling this admiration, Kalal felt a slight tremor in his heart.

It was the first time he had seen such admiration.

From his earliest memories, the looks he received were envious.

His nominal elder brother praised his swordsmanship talent while attempting to sever his fingers, his nominal sister marveled at his early awakening of the bloodline while instructing the cook to poison his dinner, his nominal younger brother sweetly called him 'older brother' while telling their father and uncle that he had strangled his beloved kitten to death.

Distorted envy turned into jealousy.

Extreme jealousy turned into loathing.

He had grown up in such an environment.

He had kept his true self hidden to survive in such an environment, knowing any display would only bring greater danger.

But now...

He saw admiration.

The elder recognized his worth.

A unique emotion, previously unfelt, filled Kalal's heart—at this moment, he felt as if his world had suddenly brightened.

Unlike choosing the Lionheart Ceremony to survive,

that had been out of sheer necessity, just to stay alive.

To live alone in the darkness.

To die alone in the darkness.

But now, a beam of light had pierced this darkness.

Kalal was so excited his whole body trembled slightly.

Jimte saw this and couldn't help but smirk, letting out a light laugh.

"Heh."

Indifference shone in Jimte's eyes, but his hand, hidden in his sleeve, was already clenched tight.

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Like Kalal, Jimte's upbringing had not been pleasant; he could feel his biological father's jealousy toward him.

It was a resentment that said, 'If I had your talents, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation.'

It was full of excuses.

If not for his aunt, he might have died already.

Possibly at the hands of his own father.

Therefore, he didn't hate his aunt. It was the weak father he loathed.

So, he left the Norvia Territory and headed for West Berlin.

He wanted to obtain everything he desired with his Talent.

He did, and the Marquess of West Berlin valued his Talent, engaging him to his second daughter, but that kind of value was fraught with unusual greed. It was an investment between businessmen, similar to his aunt's and even less pure than hers. However, Arthur was different.

Such composure, such purity.

Jimte deeply felt this feeling that he had never experienced before.

Sitting aloft, Arthur, with his "Eagle Eye" and "Insight," kept flashing.

'Eh, are they both lacking in love then?'

No wonder they are so cautious.'

Thinking to himself, the appreciation in Arthur's eyes became even more evident.

Having a good relationship with one's subordinates made everything easier.

So, whatever you lack, I, Arthur, will provide.

And it was at this moment—

"Milord, do you need a fiancée?

I think the Marquess of West Berlin's third and fourth daughters are not bad.

They are a pair of twins, much beloved by the Marquess of West Berlin. If you choose to get engaged to them, West Berlin Territory will be yours—the Marquess has no heirs, and those nephews can all be killed. The eldest daughter is engaged, but she became a widow long ago and doesn't concern herself much with the affairs of the territory. She can serve you in court, and afterwards, we could stage an accident to dispatch the Marquess of West Berlin…

From there, your journey could begin."

Jimte asked, bowing down.

'Hey hey, are you listening to what you're saying? Am I that kind of person?'

Arthur looked at Jimte, unable to help but complain internally.

Kalal sneered coldly beside them.

"The Marquess of West Berlin is no fool!

His strength is also beyond doubt, so if we are going to do it, we must act with the swiftness of Thunder. We should kill him first, absolutely without letting him have any suspicions—we could arrange for you and your fiancée to encounter danger on your travels, drawing him to the scene, and then ambush him.

Then, we gather all the Bloodline of the West Berlin Family at the Marquess of West Berlin's funeral… and kill them all!

Only then can you, having married two daughters of the Marquess of West Berlin, seamlessly take over the West Berlin Territory."

Having said this, Kalal also looked towards Arthur.

As he looked into their keen eyes focused on him, Arthur sighed helplessly within.

He had just seriously considered it.

If he had become the current 'Black Cat' earlier, having numerous 'Black Cat Faction' members and family support, he wouldn't mind proceeding.

However, when he became the current 'Black Cat,' the rules of the 'Cat Faction. Black' had already changed—everything needed to start over. He not only needed to gather his own 'Black Cat Faction,' but his family would not support him in this matter.

Shortly, he would write this rule into the 'Cat Faction. Black's program.

After all, he was the current 'Black Cat,' and he could write it however he wanted.

And now?

Arthur shook his head slightly, without having spoken a word, when love had already welled up in the eyes of the young 'Spirit Medium,' and the corners of his mouth slightly rose.

His voice was even more tender than before—

"I already have a love that will last until death, her name is Marinda. Perhaps you've heard of her.

She is very tolerant towards me (sarcastically teasing each other).

She has been a great help to me (she's very generous).

We already cannot part from each other (properties are already heavily tied together)."

Arthur interpreted his relationship with Marinda in terms that everyone could understand.

As Jimte and Kalal saw Arthur's deeply affectionate expression and listened to his tender words, regretful expressions crossed their faces.

For them, usurping one's place was the fastest method.

It's not as if others didn't want to do the same.

They simply lacked the power.

Neither the lord's power and wisdom nor support from the 'Cat Faction. Black' or family was within their reach.

Nor could they win the favor of the two ladies.

Especially the latter, Jimte firmly believed that the lord, possessing Mr. Charlie's Bloodline, could just make his move, and those two ladies could definitely become virtuous helpers like his aunt.

Unfortunately, it seemed the lord loved only one person!

Jimte thought regretfully, his gaze filling with even more respect.

'Faced with such immense temptation, yet preferring to give up rather than abandon a loved one… What kind of love is this?

Only someone who has this kind of love could discover me and the others around him are abnormal, and far from being disgusted, he was delighted to the brink of madness, willingly concocting plans to shelter us.

Such a lord is truly worth following.

As for the lord's emotional weakness?

As the lord's Knight, it is naturally my duty to help the lord alleviate his worries!'

With these thoughts, Jimte once again kneeled down in a bow.

Kalal did the same.

'Indeed, only personally filled with love, like the lord, could accept me and the abnormalities around him.

It's just that the lord places too much value on emotions, which can be quite disadvantageous.

If that's the case, then please leave all those dark affairs to me.'

Kalal thought quietly to himself.

Arthur, observing the subtle expressions of the two subordinates, smirked inwardly.

He guessed what these two rascals were thinking at the moment.

'Indeed this is a pair of problem children!

I will have to train them slowly in time!'

Arthur thought to himself, his body already leaving the chair.

He slowly rose and walked straight forward.

It was as if numerous invisible steps existed in mid-air.

The young 'Spirit Medium' just like that stepped through the air, step by step.

Unhurriedly, gracefully.

And when Arthur stood before Jimte and Kalal, Skull Summit and Throne of the Remnants behind him silently shattered, as if cut by hundreds of blades, turning into powder and quietly falling.

But the next moment, this fine sifting sound was concealed.

Within the courtyard, only Arthur's faint voice remained—

"Compared to the West Berlin Territory, right now...

we have a much more important task to undertake!"