They all call me Great Master

Little Lisop strode into the study of South Town Manor and gestured for a manservant to come over.

"Please summon Lord Gold and Lord Leixide immediately," he said, "and tell them I have something of utmost importance!"

Little Lisop said this with a serious expression on his face.

The manservant sprang into action at once.

Once the manservant had left, Little Lisop's breathing began to quicken.

Intense headaches assailed the young nobleman.

"I am not wrong!"

"It wasn't me!"

"Kind Father told me, the ones in error are the 'Death Poetry Society'!"

Little Lisop, leaning on the desk with his hand, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

As he continued muttering, the sensation of headache rapidly receded.

When he reassured himself again that the fault lay with the 'Death Poetry Society,' his headache completely vanished, leaving only a refreshing feeling that radiated from inside out.

It was as if he were brimming with energy after a good sleep.

It was also a feeling of vitality that filled his entire body.

"'Death Poetry Society'!

How dare they incite the Hill father and son to assassinate me and my father!

My father died by your vile schemes, but I survived—Kind Father not only saved me but also guided me!

I must make you pay!"

Little Lisop's eyes turned bloodshot as he pounded the desk with his fists, his whole body growling through clenched teeth.

Then, the son of the noble quickly calmed down.

He was well aware of what the 'Death Poetry Society' was.

With his current capabilities, it was impossible to confront them.

He needed to arm himself!

He needed to become stronger!

Little Lisop immediately walked over to a bookshelf, pulled out a book from it, and pressed something inside.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the mechanism turned.

The bookshelf then moved slowly forward, revealing a gap wide enough for a person to pass through.

Little Lisop stepped inside.

This was his father's collection.

Or rather...

The foundation of the Lisop Family.

There were numerous books about the Mystic Side, some elucidated hidden secrets while more of them contained special knowledge, including but not limited to secret techniques, rituals, and so forth.

However, this wasn't Little Lisop's goal for coming here.

What he needed was something more direct—

Scrolls and props!

If it were before, he wouldn't have thought about these things.

Even if the Lisop Family was already in absolute crisis, it would be the same.

Because he couldn't use them.

His father was a noble of merit but didn't have a real 'Bloodline Talent.'

He was the same.

These collections were prepared for his sons and daughters.

But just now, as he witnessed his father's assassination and was about to collapse, 'Kind Father' blessed him, 'Kind Father's' words comforted him, urged him what to do, and even granted him some 'Talent.'

How did he know this?

His intuition...no, according to the Mystic Side, it was his 'Spirituality' that informed him.

He was somewhat unsure.

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So, he wanted to try.

Little Lisop quickly walked forward to the cabinet where his father stored the scrolls and props.

Opening a drawer, Little Lisop took out a scroll.

Sensing the vitality within, a smile of joy spread across Little Lisop's face.

"It's different!

It's really different now!"

The young noble whispered to himself, he had interacted with them before and they were lifeless.

But now?

He could actually use them.

Not those scrolls and props that even ordinary people could use, but the truly meaningful scrolls and props intended for the 'Gifted Ones.'

The former are more precious, mostly exquisite.

The latter are more common, yet their power is not inferior.

For the Lisop Family, the former are more costly and don't fit the 'Noble Identity,' so the latter are the focus—of course, Little Lisop was very aware of the truth that the former were sufficiently expensive.

But now it was different.

He could now use these scrolls and props normally.

But...

"Father!"

Little Lisop's expression conveyed sorrow, but it swiftly turned to determination.

He had lost his father, but he still had his Kind Father!

With this thought, Little Lisop immediately sprang into action.

First, he took a vest from the top drawer of the cabinet and put it on—this was a vest that could provide effective protection for the wearer and had the capacity to hold a large number of scrolls, with all the scrolls being stored in a pocket at the lower left side, though it could only hold scrolls and nothing else.

But that was already miraculous enough.

Little Lisop loaded 273 various scrolls into it, and after noticing not even a tiny bulge in the pocket, he marveled at its magic.

Afterward, he picked up two coins from the second-to-last drawer.

One copper coin.

One silver coin.

The copper coin was a replica of the legendary thirteen copper coins, which could provide the bearer with an explosion-proof level of protection.

The silver coin was cast as a replica of the rumored seven silver coins and could protect the bearer from the Mystic Side's mental and Illusion Technique influences.

Little Lisop placed the two coins in the right lower pocket of the vest.

Then, he took out two rings from the bottom drawer of the cabinet.

One ring was set with a ruby, capable of shooting out powerful fireballs.

The other ring, made entirely of brass and engraved with a pair of small wings, could allow the wearer to fly briefly.

"The safe zone is the index finger, pinkie!"

Muttering to himself, Little Lisop put the two rings on the index and pinkie fingers of his left hand.

His right hand then reached for the long box on top of the cabinet.

Inside was a longsword.

The longsword was a wide-bladed hand-and-a-half sword, its hilt wrapped in leather, the pommel inlaid with a diamond, and the scabbard made primarily of oak and secondarily of wrapped leather.

This was a longsword bearing the late period style of the Holy Empire and the early style of the Silver Age.

Understated yet not lacking in opulence.

Of course, what Little Lisop cared about more were the Sharpness of the longsword and its ability to release Sword Qi.

Although he could only release three bursts of Sword Qi in a short time and would need a secret technique or gold to recharge afterward, for him, who was adept in swordsmanship, there was no better weapon than this longsword.

He didn't abandon his original sword.

This too was a 'Sharp Weapon'-level longsword, a rare find, so Little Lisop placed the original sword at the other side of his waist.

Next, he placed his hands on the hilts of both swords, took a deep breath—

"Kind Father, please protect me!"

In Little Lisop's view, even now fully armed, he still couldn't compare to the guidance of the "Kind Father."

Only under the "Kind Father's" guidance would his heart be steadfast and his vision clear.

Thus, after yet another prayer, Little Lisop at last stepped out of the secret room.

The lights in the secret room slowly went out.

While in the study outside the secret room, Little Lisop, with a resolute expression, waited quietly.

About four or five minutes later, Lord Lisop's Guard Commander and Swordsmanship Chief, Gold, arrived first.

This was a middle-aged man who had a military background dating back to his grandfather, and had become prominent in his youth. Regrettably, without Noble Bloodline, he was unable to receive the treatment he deserved. Ultimately, with substantial financial motivation from Lord Lisop, he became the Lisop Family's Guard Commander and Swordsmanship Chief.

The hundred-man Guard he had personally trained was an indispensable protective force for the Lisop Family.

His swordsmanship, moreover, earned most people's admiration.

Of course, what was most commendable was Gold's serious and loyal attitude.

Seeing a stern-faced Little Lisop but not Lord Lisop, the Guard Commander and Swordsmanship Chief felt puzzled, yet still respectfully took his place beside Little Lisop, silently waiting for Head Hunter Leixide to arrive.

Unlike the disciplined Gold, who came from a military family,

Leixide was once a mercenary, known for his outstanding Archery and skilled in hunting and training.

Hence, he became the Lisop Family's Head Hunter.

Even after becoming the Head Hunter for the Lisop Family, Leixide remained casual—

"My dear young master, good evening!"

"Good evening, Head Hunter Leixide."

Little Lisop detected the smell of alcohol on his Head Hunter but didn't mind and, after signaling for the two to sit down, went straight to the point.

"My father has been assassinated; the 'Death Poetry Society' bribed Tel and his son to do it!"

"What?"

Both Gold and Leixide looked shocked.

"How is the Lord?"

Gold asked anxiously.

Leixide stared unblinkingly at Little Lisop.

"Father, father..."

Little Lisop opened his mouth.

Both Gold and Leixide immediately knew what had happened, and both faces linked closely with the Lisop Family overflowed with grief.

Leixide's eyes reddened.

Gold even let his tears fall, and with his longsword drawn directly from its scabbard, he stabbed towards Little Lisop.