They all call me Great Master

The contract was made of lamb skin with Glyphic Language for the watermark, and the content written was in the common language.

The blossoming radiant glow signified that the contract had already taken effect.

Of course, what most captured people's attention was the written content!

From the appearance of the owner of 'Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club' last night to his departure, the Female Swordmaster had plainly described everything she witnessed.

Even, it had written about events that could possibly happen today.

And this was the crux!

Because—

The Swordsmanship Chief had repeatedly asked the 'Spirit Medium' from a bystander's perspective if they should really give the other party another chance.

The 'Spirit Medium' had the same response each time.

Give.

Recalling the scenes that had just unfolded, everyone had a moment of realization.

No wonder such a dialogue had occurred just now!

So, that was it!

At this moment, no one doubted the authenticity of the contract.

'Mystic Side People' never doubted the authenticity of 'contracts'.

Those with vast experience had also heard of the reputation of 'contracts'.

As for ordinary people?

Perhaps everyone was just following blindly.

But after calming down, they all saw Little Lisop's ashen face—even those who couldn't read, upon seeing Little Lisop's expression, wouldn't doubt a single word on this 'contract'.

Then…

Guilt, self-blame.

People looked at Arthur, who remained composed on the stage, and suddenly felt too ashamed to show their faces.

What had they just done?

Why had they doubted such a compassionate man?

Why did they question such a tolerant man?

After soul-searching, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look at Arthur again.

But then, everyone looked up again.

They turned their gaze to Little Lisop.

Right!

They weren't wrong!

The one at fault was Little Lisop!

It was this damn Noble who had led them on purpose!

'Nobles are untrustworthy'!

This age-old saying struck a chord in everyone's instinctual core at that moment—the final defense mechanism inherent from birth.

Escape!

Escaping may be disgraceful, but it works!

Especially under these circumstances, passing the blame to a reprehensible Noble was indeed the best option—

"Bastard!"

"Despicable fellow!"

"You swindler!"

Little Lisop was being cursed as vehemently as Arthur had been just moments ago.

After all, it was the same group of people who were cursing.

They vented the unease that arose from their guilt through cursing, as if by insulting Little Lisop, the mistakes they had made before no longer existed.

Some of the more extreme individuals even picked up stones from the ground and threw them straight at Little Lisop.

Swish!

Thwack!

The stone, thrown with force, was aimed directly at Little Lisop's eye.

If it hit, it would be far from trivial.

But a hand intercepted the stone.

It was Arthur.

The young 'Spirit Medium' with a gentle smile looked around at the people and said softly,

"I can feel everyone's anger!

But I can feel even more so everyone's goodness!"

Arthur's words once again captured the attention of those around him.

Goodness?

Everyone was taken aback.

They were indeed angry, but goodness?

Could they, in their recent actions, be considered good?

Each person began to question.

Arthur, capturing the expressions of everyone in view, still smiled, his face even showing a touch of being moved—

"Please never doubt your own goodness, for only truly good-hearted people would feel such great anger in the face of deceit!

You even forgot your own status, crossed over the boundaries of class.

All to seek justice on my behalf.

Isn't this enough to demonstrate your goodness?

Look at this.

It is the best proof of your goodness."

Saying so, Arthur opened his palm to reveal the stone in his hand.

An ordinary stone, but for some reason, it seemed to radiate an inexplicable glow in the eyes of everyone.

And Arthur continued to speak.

"I will always cherish it.

It represents the most beautiful light in the hearts of all of you.

It is something I must remember for the rest of my life."

With that, Arthur bowed slightly.

Excuses we find for ourselves can only deceive us, but excuses given by others are the true wings that free us from 'constraints'.

Arthur was willing to give wings to everyone.

After all, he was a "Spirit Medium"!

There was no good or evil, no right or wrong.

What was there?

Benefit!

Tucked beneath numerous "protective shells" was the most pure benefit.

That was what the young "Spirit Medium" pursued.

But no one could really see this clearly.

When Arthur bowed in greeting, all those around him immediately returned the gesture in unison, be they common folk, merchants, contestants, or those "Mystic Side Persons."

The former was utterly moved by Arthur's kindness and benevolence.

The latter, though still skeptical, had to go with the flow.

As a result, an unprecedented scene occurred in the vast Elta Square—

A salute from tens of thousands!

Some Painters from Clara Street, sculptors, and playwrights who witnessed this scene shook all over and teared up.

"This is it!

Yes, this is it!

This is the scene I want!"

Many began to mutter to themselves.

"A pen, a paintbrush, give me a paintbrush!"

Many more shouted excitedly.

Arthur saw this scene and looked at these people with an immensely kind gaze.

They were his XP creators, after all!

Although the scene before him was enough to generate a massive wave of XP, the key was a steady flow!

"Does anyone have a paintbrush?

Please lend it to these gentlemen for the time being. I am willing to pay for the use.

Of course, if it's too expensive, that won't do.

I'm just a not-so-wealthy 'Spirit Medium'."

Arthur said this from the stage.

Immediately, laughter emanated from those around.

"I'm willing to sponsor these gentlemen. I've already sent my servant to fetch paintbrushes and all the tools," another voice offered.

"And me!"

"Me too!"

The merchants in the crowd stood out.

With their keen sense of smell, they had discovered a business opportunity.

Although they were initially apprehensive, as they felt the increasingly amiable gazes from around, these merchants knew they had made the right bet.

The remaining merchants, feeling annoyed but not wanting to fall behind, also joined in.

Arthur, of course, would not stop them.

He couldn't wish for more.

So, the young "Spirit Medium" on the platform smiled, and that smile encouraged those who joined later.

Even a few young Painters had already taken out their charcoal pencils and begun sketching the "Spirit Medium" on paper.

And through the filter of their hearts, the "Spirit Medium" depicted on the papers began to lose its accuracy, turning the merely handsome features into extraordinary beauty, moving towards resembling the divine statues once seen in Temples, with eyes clear as spring water, a smile filled with compassion and kindness, and his black clothing shining in this moment.

And Little Lisop at Arthur's feet?

Diminutive and ugly, in Arthur's radiance, he became akin to a "Fallen Demon" or some other malevolent creature.

The figure of the Female Swordmaster on the stage had also been sized down appropriately.

In short, all the glory was cast upon the "Spirit Medium."

The rest?

No longer important.

With his exceptional vision, Arthur saw this sketch.

'How lifelike!' he acknowledged with great affirmation.

But Arthur did not forget what was important.

So, he spoke again—

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to step away for a moment to attend to a personal matter."

Arthur said, looking towards Little Lisop.

Instantly, everyone understood what Arthur intended to do.

No one objected to Arthur handling this matter privately.

Because, at the end of the day, it was Arthur's personal affair.

In fact, many were guessing that the benevolent Lord Kledos must be preparing to let off a scoundrel like Little Lisop in private.

Why privately?

Of course, for fear that the impulsive crowd would do something out of line.

What a compassionate lord!

People admired in their hearts as they watched the figure turning and descending from the stage, and once again, they bowed in salute, shouting from the depths of their souls—

"Very well, Master!"

Their voices thundered through the sky. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

The voices echoed on and on.

The voices made Arthur's steps lighter.

'What a pity, with the "Mystic Side" here, otherwise I would have been able to call out loud—but still, I left something behind.

When I become the "Shadow Earl," things will go even smoother!' Arthur thought, as he stepped into the Bell Ringer's room beneath the Bell Tower.

Little Lisop followed behind him, dazed.

And when both of them had entered—

Creak!

The door closed firmly.