They all call me Great Master

Electricity, Arthur had studied it before.

Even though not extensively, but if it was just simply for recharging, that would be enough.

At the very least, he knew about generating static electricity through friction.

He also knew how to use a flask to melt sulfur, then insert a wooden handle to facilitate a better frictional generation of electricity.

He could also create a simple energy storage device using a glass bottle, a metal chain, and tin foil on the inside and outside.

Of course, if all these methods were still not sufficient, one could always utilize nature... no, become nature's laborer.

A kite, was enough to 'contact' lightning.

Of course, Arthur wouldn't be the one tugging at the kite.

He had...

[Invisible Hand]!

Anyway, if he wanted to recharge the [Mark of Thunder], there were plenty of ways to do so.

And doing so would thwart the little schemes of that Countess.

The Countess had given him a perfect-grade [Mark of Thunder] not only to brand him with the 'Mark' of South Los House, but also to make him dependent on her.

After all...

This was a power to Ascend Step!

Even 'Entrants' would be tempted by such power.

Imagine, becoming an omnipotent Superman, and then one day, this power vanishes; what would you do?

Would you accept it calmly?

Or would you search with all your might to regain the power?

Most people would choose the latter.

And that was precisely what the Countess wished to see.

Once he had grown accustomed to the power of Ascend Step brought by the [Mark of Thunder], and the energy within the [Mark of Thunder] was eventually exhausted, that would be the Countess's moment to step in.

She would offer to recharge the [Mark of Thunder].

Then, after the recharge, he would once again possess the power of the [Mark of Thunder].

But soon, the [Mark of Thunder] would once again be depleted of energy.

This time, there would be no need for the Countess to step forward; he would probably take the initiative to find her.

Power, can not only destroy the physique.

Power, can also bewitch the mind.

Arthur didn't think he had the willpower to resist such power.

Luckily, Arthur knew a little bit more.

He knew how to recharge the [Mark of Thunder].

Otherwise, Arthur would never dare to try the power of the [Mark of Thunder] lightly, he would be cautious even in times of great difficulty.

Unless, he was about to die the next moment.

Otherwise, the [Mark of Thunder] would just be a nice-looking prop.

'Indeed, short people are all cunning,'

Arthur reflected silently.

Afterward, the young 'Spirit Medium' stroked his chin.

He felt that he should not disappoint that Countess.

Since she wanted him to become dependent on her,

Then he would become dependent on her.

He would go along with her intentions, letting her believe that she controlled everything about him, causing her to let down her guard against him unconsciously.

Then...

The Shadow Earl's plan would undoubtedly proceed more smoothly.

'Alas!

I'm not a bad person!

At this point, it's all about self-preservation.'

Arthur lamented inwardly as he looked toward Pendragon.

Ever since Arthur had taken out the [Griffin Spirit Potion], Pendragon had been circling around it, clearly feeling the importance of this potion for itself.

And Arthur, of course, wasn't stingy.

The young 'Spirit Medium' was just holding the "Griffin Spirit Potion," swinging it back and forth as he said to Pendragon—

"Say daddy!"

Mew?

Pendragon was startled for a moment and blinked.

"Come on, say daddy!

Just say daddy!

This will be yours!"

Arthur's mouth curved upward, wearing a mischievous grin.

He was about to head to Inner Bay, and the pressure was really too much.

At times like this, it was natural to relieve some stress.

And what could be better for relieving stress than petting a cat?

Naturally, it was teasing his own little kitty.

Pendragon, under Arthur's gaze, pawed at the ground. It wanted to give Arthur a swipe with its paw, but after some thought, it finally began to speak—

"Meow~er~ah~ah~"

The pronunciation was awkward, and if one didn't listen closely, the latter part was hardly audible.

But it was enough.

Arthur heard it loud and clear.

So, Arthur reined in his laughter.

The young 'Spirit Medium' became serious, looking at Pendragon. Pendragon raised its head, its eyes clear as it looked back at him. Then, the young 'Spirit Medium' dipped his finger into the grease on a plate and drew an arc atop Pendragon's head. Before Pendragon could react, he jumped onto a chair, with one foot on the seat and the other on the back, and lifted Pendragon high above, all the while shouting—

"Ah~~~ spray it! Ah~~~ Bawadi! Chihuahua!"

Arthur shouted excitedly.

Six "Invisible Hands" performed a stampede of beasts around the stool.

The "Noise Technique" even mimicked the neighing of horses and the chirping of birds.

Then, Pendragon, held aloft by Arthur, had a confused look on its cat face.

It felt as though it should be on a precipice at the moment, with a legion of beasts bowing down below, and that it was attending the ascension of the New King.

The feeling was correct.

But this in no way stopped Pendragon, as a cat, from thinking Arthur was crazy.

Later, Arthur lowered his arms and held Pendragon in his embrace, gazing affectionately at his kitty—

"I have to remind you once more, after drinking this magic potion, you will no longer be an ordinary cat, and you mustn't partake in the slightest in the desires of the world…"

As he spoke, Arthur, ignoring the increasingly befuddled Pendragon, picked up the "Griffin Spirit Potion," popped off the cork, and thrust it into Pendragon's mouth.

"Eat, eat, how much fatter can you get after a midnight snack, huh? If you don't eat, you'll be hungry."

Glug! Glug!

Following Arthur's gentle insistence, Pendragon downed the entire potion in one go.

Unlike the cautious approach when taking the "Griffin Physique Potion."

After two baptisms plus the transformation by the "Griffin Physique Potion," Pendragon might look like a cat, but it was, in fact, a creature above the realm of secret techniques.

At this time, swallowing the "Griffin Spirit Potion" in one gulp was just right.

After Pendragon had swallowed the entire "Griffin Spirit Potion" without leaving a drop, Arthur also washed the test tube with some water and made Pendragon drink that water too.

The main point was not to waste anything.

However, when Arthur did this for the seventh time, Pendragon protested.

Meow!

"Objection overruled!"

Arthur declared, and proceeded to force down the seventh test tube wash into Pendragon's throat.

At this time, Pendragon really couldn't take it anymore and scrambled onto the beam, with its stomach making a clanging sound as if it had drunk too much water, like a livestock.

But Pendragon was luckier, as it didn't have to pull carts.

Curled up on the beam, it fell into a deep sleep.

And Arthur leapt up beside Pendragon, sitting cross-legged.

He was waiting.