They all call me Great Master-Chapter 308 - 305: The Familiar South Los Again!

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A faint aura, only perceivable by those with "Spirituality," emerged around Pendragon.

Arthur was not surprised by this.

In fact, what caught Arthur’s attention was how late it appeared—a warhorse, having ingested a full dose of the "Griffin Physique Potion," could become an Arcane Creature. By comparison, considering their size, cats should require far less potion.

Yet, it took an entire bottle of the "Griffin Physique Potion" for Pendragon to attain his promotion.

If someone else were in this situation, they would surely be filled with doubts, hesitate, and feel reluctant.

But not for Arthur.

All he needed was for Pendragon to have the ability to protect himself.

As for anything else?

Not to mention the "Griffin Physique Potion," if there were a "Griffin Spirit Potion" or even a "Griffin Gale Potion" available, Arthur would not hesitate to administer it to Pendragon.

At this moment, what surprised Arthur were the words before him—

[Name: Pendragon]

[Type: Pet]

[Quality: Arcane]

[Attributes: 1, Robust Orange Cat; 2, Baptism; 3, Griffin Physique. Cripple]

[Remarks: Pendragon’s mother is the prettiest Calico cat around, and his father was a strong stray Orange Cat who, after reproduction, irresponsibly wandered off to another district. Pendragon has two brothers and a sister. He was the last born, but he had the best constitution, raised by his mother’s side until he could fend for himself. Relying on the Orange Cat’s natural talent, he quickly became the king of the street cats. He should have, like his father, survived on his natural instincts, until he encountered something beyond ordinary understanding. More fortunately, he met you. He truly likes you, even if he shows it with much reserve, he really likes you—meow~ meow meow~]

...

[Robust Orange Cat: Orange Cats naturally have a talent for becoming strong quickly as long as there is plenty of food.]

[Baptism: The lingering effects of the "Orange Cat" ritual you performed have made Pendragon smarter and stronger.]

[Griffin Physique. Cripple: A complete dose of the magic potion has transformed Pendragon, granting him the legendary ’Griffin Physique.’ Even though it’s incomplete, the griffin’s power, speed, endurance, and agility manifested in him would still surprise anyone because his fur can resist knives, arrows, bullets, and deflect flames, acid, poison, and more. He moves more silently, his jumping ability has greatly increased, even to the extent of short glides, and his eyes can see through darkness and even supernatural shadows, making it hard for stealth or invisible creatures to avoid his gaze. Most importantly, his claws can easily tear through half-plate armor.]

(Remark 1: Lacking the "Griffin Spirit Potion," Pendragon’s state is not complete; he cannot use the Griffin Secret Art.)

(Remark 2: Even the incomplete "Griffin Physique" has increased Pendragon’s need for food, preferring meat, but he can choose vegetarian options; however, the latter affects his mood and makes this little cat irritable.)

(Remark 3: After taking the Griffin Potion, and with the residual effects of the ’Orange Cat’ ritual, you can communicate unobstructedly with Pendragon; although he understands, it doesn’t mean he will comply.)

(Remark 4: Pendragon’s promotion, having bathed in your ’Orange Cat’ ritual, has provided you feedback, enhancing the special effects of your ’Orange Cat’ ritual.)

(Remark 5: After gaining the Griffin Physique, Pendragon’s lifespan has significantly extended; without accidents, he can easily live for several centuries.)

...

Everything up front was normal, but [Remark 4] took Arthur by surprise.

Through the "Orange Cat" ritual, he and Pendragon were of one heart. Naturally, he knew Pendragon benefited from the "Orange Cat" ritual—Arthur guessed it might be due to his six whiskers.

But the idea of Pendragon reciprocating effects to the "Orange Cat" ritual was something Arthur had not anticipated.

Arthur clearly felt the exuberant sensation of the "Orange Cat" ritual.

No!

More precisely, it was a feeling of fulfillment.

The sensation of having a full stomach.

This feeling lasted for a little over a minute before fading slowly.

Arthur immediately went to check the attributes of the "Orange Cat."

The [Ordination] hadn’t changed.

[Feast], [Self-healing], and [Adaptive State] had all improved differently.

However, the most noticeable was [Golden Thread].

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Its harmony with spirituality had changed to 3.5.

This was an unexpected surprise, prompting Arthur, who was already planning to search for the "Griffin Spirit Potion" and "Griffin Storm Potion," to move these plans up his schedule.

The "Orange Cat," although it could improve over time, Arthur favored such instantaneous upgrades!

After lifting a drowsy Pendragon into his arms, Arthur leaned back on the pillow and softly said—

"Pendragon, do you know?

With great power comes great responsibility!

So—"

From today onward, you must learn...

To take care of me!"

The drowsy Orange Cat suddenly woke up.

He looked incredulously at his master. He simply couldn’t understand how his master, with a mouth warm at thirty-seven degrees, could say such cold-hearted words.

He was just a cat!

The next moment, Pendragon pretended not to understand, turned his head away, lay on Arthur’s stomach, and started breathing evenly.

"I heard some Arcane Creatures can transform into humans. What if I get you the ’Griffin Spirit Potion,’ could you turn into a cat lady?

No, wait!

You’re a male cat!

So, could you become a cat man?"

Hmm...

"If you have cat ears, wearing a skirt would be the same, right?"

Arthur chattered away, and Pendragon, who had originally turned his head away, showed no signs of turning back but secretly bared his teeth.

Do you even hear what you’re saying?

I’m just an ordinary little kitten!

Pendragon began to secretly vow that if his master continued to be unaware, he would have to teach him a lesson.

But the next moment, his head dipped, and the warm palm made him comfortably squint his eyes.

"I’m happy you can live more safely.

Today really is a day worth celebrating.

Oh right, there’s also the salon at No. 44 White Bird Street, new houses should have their pots seasoned..."

Soft words, totally unlike something that shameless master would say, but the voice was indeed his.

Pendragon turned his head and saw that his master had somehow fallen deep asleep.

The cat’s face twisted into a grimace.

Then, the Orange Cat nestled bit by bit into the nape of Arthur’s neck, raised its paw to embrace Arthur, and then squinted its eyes, sinking into a deep sleep.

In the shadows, Kuliqi cocked his head watching this scene.

Instinctively, the Hound also wanted to come closer, but the already sleeping Orange Cat suddenly opened one eye, and its icy glare made Kuliqi wisely lie down at Arthur’s feet.

By the time Kuliqi surreptitiously looked over, the Orange Cat’s breathing had already evened out.

But Kuliqi did not move again.

Not because it could sense that the Orange Cat was feigning sleep, but because it had detected a strange scent passing by outside.

Kulik was very curious.

Yet, without his master’s command, it remained quiet.

But Fujin and Wuni, responsible for guarding, were firmly watching.

A Crow silently followed.

Meanwhile, Malz, having heard that Arthur had returned from ’Yumir Manor’, hurriedly left the office—he hadn’t forgotten about the salon at No. 44 White Bird Street.

In fact, it had been his suggestion.

As Arthur’s friend, it was only right and proper that he prepare a gift.

It should have been prepared earlier, but he had been delayed dealing with some trivial matters with Scott.

It was definitely not because he had been overly indulging in the company of the ladies at the club.

Panting! Panting!

When he arrived at ’Patrick’s Old Bookstore’, the old sheriff felt a series of aches in his lower back, and after leaning against a wall, he began to breathe heavily.

"Malz! Malz! How could you become so degenerate?

Can’t you see your haggard appearance?

You have been wounded by indulgence and alcohol!

From today onwards, abstain from drinking!"

While saying this, the old sheriff straightened his back, ready to enter the bookstore.

The gift he had thought of for Arthur was already decided.

A cookbook!

Yes, a traditional South Los cookbook!

In the old sheriff’s view, nothing was as practical a gift as a cookbook, because really, Arthur lacked nothing.

Moreover, during the New House Salon, a cookbook that could add a scent of food to the new house was just perfect.

It was certainly not because he had been loitering in the club with Scott for over half a month, and his savings were nearly spent, leaving him with no money.

It was definitely not!

The old sheriff emphasized this in his mind as he stepped into the old bookstore.

But immediately, the old sheriff was stunned.

Because—

A scent of blood hit him full in the face.

A body with its throat slit was lying behind the bar.

Looking at the body stained with fresh blood, everything felt so familiar.

It had been over half a month, and this was the first murder case in South Los, giving the old sheriff an utterly surreal feeling.

’Is my happy holiday over just like this?’

The old sheriff thought to himself, a look of deep resignation on his face.

Eventually, the old sheriff sighed softly and said—

"Welcome home, Arthur."