They all call me Great Master

Under everyone's gaze, Arthur would pause in front of each body, muttering softly to himself.

Although inaudible, everyone believed that Arthur was soothing the fright of these lost souls, allowing them to enter the Eternal Resting Land peacefully.

Meanwhile, in places beyond everyone's view, the Hand of Void, holding Atos's Box, silently cleaned up the battlefield.

When he reached the leader of the scouts, Arthur looked at the face under the mask with slight surprise.

The butler of the Bernice family!

Arthur had met him more than once, and, because of "Mr. Bernice," the memory was still fresh.

What Arthur hadn't expected was that this man would be one of the leaders of the scouts this time.

It wasn't surprising that "Bernice" would act against Marinda—their origins were not too honorable, and only the Countess in South Los had kept them at peace on the surface.

Once they left South Los, it truly became a fight to the death.

As for cooperation?

That was the instinct of a successful businessman.

"It seems that 'Mr. Bernice's' fear of Marinda far exceeds expectations!"

Sending his confidant here already spoke volumes.

As for the corpses of the current heirs of the Coste Commerce and the Emmond Commerce, Arthur only glanced briefly at them.

He did not recognize these two men.

The unfamiliar faces under the mask, the empty embrace—none merited Arthur's concern.

Moreover, compared to these men, Arthur was more concerned about the one referred to as "Master" by Bernice's butler.

The man was clearly a person from the Mystic Side, and his strength might have neared the Arcana Level.

Besides necessary sleep and concocting potions at night, Arthur spent the afternoons not idly but reading—

Reading the books left in Yumir Manor by Fritz and William!

It was because of these books that Arthur's knowledge on the Mystic Side was quickly supplemented.

At least, he now knew what the "Arcana Level" and "Great Arcana Level" were, and he had a rough method of discernment.

Undoubtedly, this intangible knowledge was one of Arthur's greatest gains from this trip.

Even, one might say, there weren't others.

Because these numerous and complex books were exactly what Arthur needed most at this moment.

For this, Arthur once again thanked his family members, who had kept him tightly in the dark.

"Wait and see!

When we meet again, you'll definitely be surprised—

No!

With my reputation spreading, having heard some rumors, you're already filled with doubts now, aren't you?"

Arthur thought to himself, yet his attention quickly refocused, once again concentrating on the "Master."

With Fujin serving as his eyes, the other party certainly couldn't escape his tracking.

However, now was not the time to act.

Compared to a fleeing scout, the young Spirit Medium was more concerned about those still peeping scouts.

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And for these scouts, he had prepared a big surprise.

The bodies were carried by the team's personnel into that newly dug pit, during which Edwin saw the bodies of the Bernice family's butler and the current heirs of the Coste Commerce and Emmond Commerce.

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"These guys really are..."

"In the face of death, all are equal.

They have paid the price of death for their own peace."

The angry voice was interrupted by Arthur's calm voice.

Looking at Arthur, who stood calmly beside him, Edwin immediately nodded in agreement.

Even if Arthur had not spoken, the coachman would not have done anything excessive.

After all, they had been cut in half during their lifetimes.

To do anything further in death would truly be excessive.

The soil was refilled by the crowd.

A large grave mound appeared on the wasteland beside the road.

The people stood in front of the mound, listening to the comforting words that came from Arthur's mouth—

"Subjects of East End, land of sacrifice, where nine sheep perish, flesh and blood spires, forests of white bones…may you rest in eternal peace!"

In his gentle chant, a faint light emerged from the tips of Arthur's fingers.

With a light touch, the light merged with the grave mound as one.

This was the "Pit of Death"!

More precisely, an advanced version of the "Pit of Death," uniquely Arthur's.

"Pit of Death: With a slight 'Aura of Death' produced by yourself, mixed with vitality to attract and gather more 'Aura of Death,' and capable of controlling props for secret techniques using 'Pit of Death' as a base. For you, who possess the 'Breath of Death' Talent, it is far too simple. Thus, you made slight modifications, allowing the 'Pit of Death' not only to absorb 'Aura of Death' but also to store 'Deathly Fire,' 'Death Qi Slash,' 'Control Corpse,' and 'Minor Curse Technique,' achieving a complementary level!"

...

During a break in reading, to relax his mind, Arthur slightly improved the "Pit of Death" to make it better suited for himself.

Such improvements would be incredibly challenging for others, but with Arthur's 'Death' Talent, it was extremely simple.

After only a few attempts, he achieved the level he wanted.

Of course, he still had some ideas that, due to time constraints, Arthur did not attempt.

But the newly modified "Pit of Death" was sufficient.

It would at least leave a profound impression on those Peeping Toms.

"Next year, this place will surely be teeming with life."

Leaving behind these words, Arthur turned and walked towards the caravan.

The people in the caravan looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Arthur meant by his words; with so many corpses as fertilizer, the barren grass here would grow more lush not just next year, but for many years to come.

Only Edwin, who was leading the team, seemed thoughtful.

'Arthur is reminding me of the potential dangers we may encounter on the way back, but within such dangers, there still lies the promise of life!

Just as life is hidden within death!'

At this thought, Edwin, who had always been anxious, breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Organize the caravan, let's depart!"

Edwin called out again.

His hearty voice immediately made the others in the caravan sense a difference.

Subsequently, the team members found that their leader had once again become the fearless leader they revered in their hearts, which comforted everyone.

And many of them thought that this must be related to Arthur's earlier words.

Yet, they racked their brains and still could not grasp the key point.

Arthur naturally sat in Edwin's vehicle.

No longer the luxurious coach, but a flatbed better suited for hauling goods.

Edwin drove the wagon, and Arthur sat cross-legged at the back.

"Thank you."

Edwin suddenly spoke a sentence that baffled Arthur, but as a proficient 'Spirit Medium,' Arthur immediately revealed a warm smile.

"Everything is 'Destiny.'"

With that, he closed his eyes.

He wouldn't rashly respond without understanding the situation clearly.

Could it be because of his recent lamentation?

It was merely a lamentation!

What had Edwin thought of?

'Truly a successor to Marinda's coachman, cut from the same cloth indeed!'

Arthur exclaimed in his heart.

Then, the young 'Spirit Medium' slightly curled his lips.

Because…

Someone took the bait!