They all call me Great Master

Arthur was always willing to give hope to others.

This was especially true for his subordinates who pledged their loyalty unconditionally.

Therefore, under the watchful eyes of the remaining 38 Death Warriors, comforting words effortlessly spilled from Arthur's mouth.

Instantly, the expressions of the 38 Death Warriors changed.

Amid their determination, there was a sense of realization.

They firmly believed in Arthur's words.

Indeed!

How could those that appeared alongside the "Zodiac Constellations" be mere silver or bronze?

The "Seven Generals" of the sea?

The three originally from pirate backgrounds felt a connection.

The "One Hundred and Eight Stars" of the City of Death?

Which of the remaining Death Warriors hadn't killed, who hadn't experienced death?

Without any prompting, they began to identify with those roles.

Moreover, Arthur continued to whisper to them—

"Believe in yourselves, seek your own paths, ignite… your fighting spirit.

It will guide you to your rightful place!"

Speaking off the cuff, Arthur who almost let slip "small universe" quickly corrected his words.

Arthur looked on with satisfaction as the remaining 38 Death Warriors started to experience significant increases in "spirituality" and "physique" under subtle distortions, particularly the 35 who believed themselves to be the "One Hundred and Eight Stars," whose aura became distinctly remarkable.

"Is it because of the 'Death Qi' I possess?

That said, I could soon assemble the One Hundred and Eight Stars, right?

Tsk, I'm Arthur, not Aaron," he mused internally.

Arthur chuckled to himself.

Then, he gestured for Little Lisop to come forth.

Immediately, the heir of South Town quickened his pace towards him.

"Kind Father!"

Upon confirming that the surroundings were clear of outsiders, the heir of South Town dropped his disguise.

Little Lisop's fervor and his ability to inspire others post-awakening were what he needed.

Simply put, he needed a worldly Pope to manage the so-called "Sanctuary" in his stead.

And him?

He was of course meant to stand above the clouds.

But that was a matter for later.

For now?

"First, find a large amount of deer antler, deer blood, and deer meat to nourish their bodies."

Power didn't come from nothing.

Without the ordeal of time, it had to be extracted from elsewhere.

Such as: lifespan.

Arthur didn't wish for his Zodiac Constellations, Seven Generals, or One Hundred and Eight Stars to die from lifespan issues before they were fully formed.

He would find ways to replenish his fighters.

Deer antler, deer blood, and deer meat were of course the first step.

Afterward?

Naturally, it was to find more supplements.

And even powerful magic potions to replenish his fighters.

Moreover, Arthur already had an excellent candidate in mind.

His beloved Marinda would surely help him.

Of course, he had delegated the early phase of this task to Little Lisop, and it definitely wasn't because he was out of money.

He, Arthur, the Spirit Medium of South Los, how could he be out of money?

It's just that after giving most of it to Bob, there wasn't much left.

The remainder?

Quality steel must be used on the edges of a blade!

Surely the owner of South Town, Little Lisop, would understand.

In fact, that was the case.

"Please leave it to me, Kind Father.

I will properly arrange their diet and accommodations, as well as their weapons and gear,"

Little Lisop responded immediately.

Arthur smiled and nodded.

Then, he once again looked towards his Death Warriors.

The appearance of this batch of Death Warriors would make his forthcoming journey to Inner Bay much safer.

Of course, they absolutely could not be exposed.

Concealment in South Town was just right.

After he had set off, some of the Death Warriors secretly followed him while the others arranged ahead of time, in order to achieve the best effect.

'Inner Bay, huh?'

Arthur murmured to himself.

He had prepared as much as he possibly could.

Now, it was time to enjoy the peace of the Cold Winter Festival.

Was this not a rare relaxation before his departure?

He wanted to listen to the snow rustling as it fell on the rooftop, he wanted to add enough firewood to the stove when it snowed, he wanted to place a roasting pan on the stove, and lay slices of meat on it, listening to the sizzling of the fat, and of course, he also needed a warm drink.

An apple and pear cooked in red wine would probably taste pretty good, right?

The rising alcohol vapor would make the alcohol content very low.

It's still not safe.

Better make it fruit juice and milk.

It's all the same.

Arthur was making arrangements for the upcoming 'Cold Winter Festival.'

He had a feeling that he would have lasting memories of this 'Cold Winter Festival.'

Watching the high sun, Arthur stretched lazily.

At the same time, standing on the deck, Alvis Hamlet also stretched.

'Safe!

Even Gleisa wouldn't expect me to have arranged such a fast boat on standby, capable of crossing West Berlin Territory and Ainhars Territory within a day and reaching Bert Territory.

According to the current speed, I should be able to return to Inner Bay in the afternoon.'

Thinking of this, after meeting Arthur briefly and then swiftly leaving the 'Lotus Leaf Hotel' and leaving South Los after setting a deceptive plan, the young man couldn't help but smirk.

Especially thinking about his own deceptive plan, he felt somewhat proud.

'Even if Gleisa discovers the two diversionary troops I sent out now, what of it?

You are ultimately one step behind!'

Thinking of how Gleisa would look frustrated when he discovered those two diversionary troops, the young man from the Golden Lion Family couldn't help but want to laugh.

In Inner Bay, due to his father's influence, this young man from the Golden Lion Family had been taken care of by Gleisa several times.

Some of these instances had caused him unspeakable woes.

Now that he could cause that 'older brother' some annoyance, the young man felt genuinely happy.

'Master Alvis, your breakfast is ready.

Do you want to eat in the cabin, or on the deck?'

The captain of the boat asked.

'On the deck.'

The young man from the Golden Lion Family answered quite politely.

The captain was a trusted subordinate of his father.

This trip to South Los had gone smoothly and resulted in unexpected discoveries, largely relying on him.

Considering this, the young man from the Golden Lion Family became even more respectful towards the captain.

Moreover, he decided that once he returned to Inner Bay, he would definitely ensure his father rewarded the man generously.

Especially when he saw the breakfast, he thought even more so.

Fried eggs, fried ham, bread, hot milk.

Roasted beef shoulder served with lettuce and radish.

Steamed lamb served with sauce.

These were all Alvis's favorites.

Without hesitation, Alvis sat down on the deck and began his sumptuous breakfast.

But after eating only half of it, the young man from the Golden Lion Family sensed something was wrong.

It was poisoned!

Instinctively, Alvis tried to stand up.

But then, pain shot through his lower back.

Alvis turned his head and saw the captain with a sinister smile—

"Greetings from Master Gleisa!"

As he spoke, he moved to twist the dagger.

The young man from the Golden Lion Family didn't know why his father's trusted subordinate would betray them, but he knew that if he let the man twist the dagger, he would surely die.

Jumping into the Inland River was his only chance at survival.

With all his effort, the young man from the Golden Lion Family leapt down.

The captain sneered and was about to order a search.

But just at that moment—

Clatter, clatter, clatter!

Three young men appeared on the shore.