They all call me Great Master

Rat Tail Alley, deep within. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

Amiel sat behind a desk, using a stack of files as tall as herself as a shield to block Freeman's line of sight, silently spacing out.

After Harris's death, she and Freeman had been assigned to Rat Tail Alley to succeed Harris as the new person in charge.

She was responsible for the main tasks.

Freeman was her assistant.

It seemed just like the previous searches for the 'Bloodline Clan.'

But there was a fundamental difference.

Because...

Tired!

What kind of job starts at eight in the morning, goes until eight at night without ending, and then requires three more hours of overtime?

Is this a job meant for humans?

Even cattle and horses have it no worse than this.

No!

The owners would even take pity on cattle and horses.

But her?

Nothing!

She was literally like a slave in a cotton field!

Of course, the most important thing was, if she could endure this hardship, why would she have left Talin to become the aide to that countess?

She was supposed to work without actually working!

Even if she did work, she would just sit there pretending, nodding along with the crowd when asked questions.

And if asked alone, she could pretend to be profound, speaking off the cuff with 'destiny' at the beginning and 'destiny' at the end.

This was the job she wanted.

Not to toil endlessly like a slave.

'Should I just run away?'

The thought surged desperately in Amiel's heart.

But immediately, this lady from Talin dismissed it from her mind.

Leaving before meant at most being scrutinized by that countess, but with the appearance of the '66th Staff Group' and the Grand Duke of the Inner Bay's spy, everything had changed.

Especially after Freeman revealed another spy yesterday; if she dared to propose leaving now, she would likely be thrown into that Countess's dungeon.

You should know, that countess has never been known for her kindness.

Moreover, even if she left the countess, there were still the 'Blood Descendants' and the 'Spirit Medium.'

The 'Blood Descendants' were okay, at worst she could dedicate herself, as long as they didn't make her into a 'Blood Bride,' everything could still be negotiable.

But that 'Spirit Medium'...

Amiel furrowed her brows.

This lady from Talin always felt that the other person was terrifying, especially when she smiled at her, making her feel like she was not only plotting against her but also wanted to bite her like a fox or a serpent.

Without the protection of that countess, she would be directly under the gaze of that 'Spirit Medium.'

Most likely, there would be no good end to it!

Thinking of this, Amiel couldn't help but hold her head with both hands, vigorously rubbing her hair.

Subsequently, a secret message appeared within the 'Messenger Stone' on the table—after Harris became the new person in charge in Rat Tail Alley, it was 'specially approved' by that countess.

Under the guise of 'facilitating communication. '

In reality, it was just another form of 'surveillance.'

Amiel was well aware of this.

Therefore, most of the time, this lady from Talin chose to selectively ignore this 'Messenger Stone.'

However, she naturally had to check the information inside.

As usual, this lady from Talin prepared to employ the 'read but not reply' method to show she was 'working hard.'

But when this lady from Talin saw clearly the content inside the 'Messenger Stone'—

"Hiss!"

"'Entrant!'"

Amiel inhaled sharply, jumping up from her chair, eyes wide open, mouth agape.

"Damn it, what are you doing?"

The sudden exclamation startled Freeman, who was calculating the 'available revenue' of Rat Tail Alley, causing his hand to tremble and draw an unsightly diagonal line across the parchment.

Immediately, Freeman glared at Amiel.

You should know, this 'available revenue' was what he had calculated in the shortest possible time, prepared as a tribute to his 'father.'

Now it needed to be rewritten!

Although it was already well calculated and rewriting it wouldn't be too troublesome, the unwarranted rework still annoyed this newly initiated 'Blood Descendant.'

Especially considering, while he was 'working hard,' this woman appeared to be slacking off, which only intensified his irritation.

"That guy is an 'Entrant?'"

"The 'Spirit Medium' is actually an 'Entrant?'"

"Lord Kledos is indeed extraordinary, but I never expected him to be an 'Entrant!'"

Amiel noticed Freeman's annoyance, but at this moment, the lady couldn't care less and just kept muttering to herself.

Moreover, every time she muttered, her reference to Arthur became more respectful.

"Are you stupid?"

Freeman looked at Amiel with a gaze reserved for fools.

The lady from Talin shook her head.

"No!

It is you who don't understand the meaning of 'Entrant' for Lord Kledos—didn't you ask me what the 'Arcana Level' was before?"

"Yes, but you felt I didn't need to know."

Freeman leaned back in the chair, arms folded, emitting a derisive chuckle regarding Amiel's "stinginess."

"Some things, not knowing them, is what keeps you free from trouble!

'Arcana Level' powerholders are those with a 'Talent' who choose a potential-filled 'secret technique,' perfecting it to a high realm, reaching a point of minor influence on celestial phenomena—the common folk simply lack such 'Talent,' and even if they had it, they lack the 'secret technique.'"

"Once a person reaches the 'Arcana Level,' in the Silver Age, they automatically receive a noble status. Unlike those granted the titles of 'Knight' and 'Noble,' this status is hereditary because the nobles recognize such 'Bloodline.'

In simple terms, the descendants of 'Arcana Level' powerholders inherently carry a trace of unique power, as long as they have extraordinary talent.

The nobles call it 'Bloodline Power.'

And many of the nobles we know today are the descendants of these 'Arcana Level' powerholders."

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"And then, there are 'Entrants'?"

Freeman inquired, immensely interested in the matter of power.

"Of course not!

Following 'Arcana Level' is the 'Great Arcana Level'—a stratum of powerholders who train their 'spirit' and 'physique' to the utmost, bending the void with their 'consciousness'!"

Seeing Freeman's puzzled frown, the lady from Talin immediately added,

"If you ever see someone launch an attack and a shadow appears behind them, that is a 'Great Arcana Level' powerholder.

The more real the shadow appears, the stronger the adversary!

As for 'Entrants'...

Do you know the 'God Ascension Steps'?"

Freeman earnestly shook his head, his eyes shimmering with fervor.

The newly born 'Blood Descendant' seemed to feel power beckoning him.

"'God Ascension Steps' is a classification left in the world after the 'Twilight of the Gods,' during the 'Golden Age' when ancient species were still prevalent.

'To ascend the God Steps, to seal divinity at the Tenth Order'!

When any being steps onto the tenth step, they become a 'Divine Spirit'!

And an 'Entrant' is a powerholder nearing the 'God Ascension Steps'!"

Amiel relayed what she knew.

"To become a god...

Then isn't an 'Entrant' a kind of reservist for 'Divine Spirits'?

Is Lord Kledos really that powerful?"

Freeman naturally altered his form of address.

Following that, the newly born 'Blood Descendant' stared intently at Amiel.

The implication was unmistakable, and Amiel simply spread her hands.

"Don't look at me; Talin's core secret technique only reaches the 'Arcana Level' limit, and to advance to 'Great Arcana Level,' one must study at the 'Forty-Six Towers.' Not to mention the rituals of the 'Entrant's' Holy Sword, Holy Shield, Holy Grail, Scepter, and Holy Coin.

Even the 'Forty-Six Towers' might have only fragmented rituals, and only some Great Nobles might possess the complete legacy.

If you're not afraid of death, go ask Lord Count about his family's legacy.

But even if it exists...

Who has such Talent?"

The lady from Talin sighed softly.

"My 'father' definitely has it!

Maybe, my 'father' is an 'Entrant'!"

The newly born 'Blood Descendant' declared with unwavering confidence.

Watching Freeman, deep inside, Amiel wanted to laugh.

She thought Freeman was being too naïve.

The 'Blood Descendant' she acknowledged was strong, but...

An 'Entrant'?

Impossible!

Just as the lady from Talin was about to mock the newly born 'Blood Descendant' with a few words, the 'Messenger Stone' flickered once more.

Upon seeing the message, the lady from Talin's face underwent a sudden change.

The next moment, her eyes on Freeman became strangely altered, and she involuntarily said—

"Freeman, are you missing a mother?"