They all call me Great Master-Chapter 490 - 487: Lotus Leaf Hotel

Arthur silently mouthed, asking who it was, and of course, Marinda knew.

Julie, the Swordsmanship Chief of the Countess.

Beyond that individual, Marinda could think of no one else.

After all, it was precisely because the individual was "not returning on time" that Arthur had a better opportunity to "slaughter a pig"—slaying one pig was planned, but having one pig kill more pigs was an unexpected delight.

The former was legitimate.

The latter?

Even more so.

Because—

It had nothing to do with her and Arthur, and they had simply come to learn about all this by accident, even the Countess herself would not inquire further.

All they needed to do was not cross the line.

Moreover, compared to this matter, Marinda was even more concerned about why the Swordsmanship Chief was late.

Although the person was usually carefree, they would absolutely not be tardy without reason.

Unless, something unavoidable had happened.

And the only thing that could force such a predicament...

The Countess herself!

Beyond that, there was no other possibility.

After exchanging glances with Arthur, he took over the tray filled with egg tarts and hot milk, while Marinda stepped forward and offered an apologetic smile toward everyone.

"Sorry for the disturbance.

Breakfast will be served promptly at seven thirty; everyone can catch some more sleep, as Arthur once said, 'Nothing beats a second sleep,' a sentiment I wholeheartedly share.

Of course, a morning stroll in the courtyard is also a fine choice.

The garden of Caesar Manor has been cleared out, and the surrounding area is clean too, so everyone can play with ease."

Marinda spoke with easy grace.

The surrounding people immediately responded with understanding.

Catch more sleep?

Of course not.

After what had just happened, how could they possibly sleep?

Thus, those who were not involved gathered in small groups and headed toward the garden.

Certainly, the area surrounding the manor was also a popular choice.

Under Fujin's watchful eye, these people began to pass messages by various means.

Arthur was confident that the Inner Bay Envoy would soon receive the news.

Therefore, upon returning to his room, Arthur directly asked Brule—

"Tell me about the person from Inner Bay."

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"The envoy calls himself 'Dorn.' He told me to decide and then to find him at Lotus Leaf Hotel in Shire District, staying in room 202," Brule informed Arthur of everything he knew.

"Hmm."

Arthur nodded slightly and then gave Marinda a look that meant: Leave this place in your hands for now.

In response, Marinda returned a reassuring gaze.

Afterward, Arthur disappeared from the room.

This lady of course knew what Arthur was off to do.

Given their positions, the people of the Old Lion of Inner Bay required attention at any time.

Moreover, the Swordsmanship Competition in Inner Bay was about to begin.

Arthur needed to head to Inner Bay to participate in the Swordsmanship Competition of the entire South County.

With such a premise, no amount of caution was excessive.

Perhaps he could pry some information from the envoy's lips.

Marinda had absolute confidence in Arthur.

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Shire District, Lotus Leaf Hotel.

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This was an inn with a legacy of 30 years.

It was founded by Lady Garda right after the end of the 'Seven Years' War'. In the early stages, this kind-hearted lady adopted many wandering and orphaned children left homeless by the war, plunging the once economically affluent Lady Garda into a state of economic hardship. Out of necessity, she had to pick lotus leaves and seed pods from the lake behind the inn to get by.

Hard times always pass.

When the hardest times were over, Lady Garda's inn was known as the 'Lotus Leaf Hotel', because during that period, children often sold lotus leaves nearby, and the original 'Garda Inn' sign also hung at the entrance to the inn, only now it featured the image of a lotus leaf underneath.

The colored kind.

Repainted every year.

For 30 years, it had always been this way.

And Lady Garda had aged from thirty to sixty years old.

But the lady was still vigorous and continued to run the inn's business, and those grown-up wandering and orphaned children would return to the inn during holidays to visit their mother.

In their hearts, Lady Garda was their mother.

Of course, the inn's four servants and two chefs were also children from those days, now grown up, unlike their brothers who had spread their wings and flown away.

They preferred to stay by their mother's side.

Among them, Sapir was the most robust, standing at 2.2 meters tall, with arms thicker than the average person's thighs. As one of the four servants of the inn, he spent most of his time on the night shift with his sister 'Didian' and handled unnecessary troubles because of his strength.

But the recent 'trouble' had caused Sapir to frown.

Even the clever Didian could not solve it.

Watching Wil Koss muttering 'beer, just bring me some' as he placed a 10 gold note on the table.

Sapir's brow was tightly knotted.

If facing those who refused to pay or deliberately caused trouble, his fists would teach them what regret meant.

But he really didn't know what to do with young people like Wil Koss who always paid their bills honestly, asked for help to be carried to their room when drunk, cleaned up their own vomit after sobering up, and still repeatedly apologized.

Of course, what was more important was his mother.

Once, when Wil Koss was drunkenly crying alone, his mother went over and gently comforted the young man.

After which the young man burst into loud sobs, incessantly asking his 'mother' why the one he loved wasn't him, why, when they had grown up together, had known each other for so much longer...

And the mother just gently touched the top of the young man's head—

'Love doesn't make sense.'

Sapir clearly saw the helplessness on his mother's face when she said those words.

It was clear that she was thinking of that jerk again.

Indeed, had it not been for his mother's intervention, he would have definitely taught that bastard called 'Aaron' a lesson for daring to toy with his mother's feelings.

If he didn't break at least thirty of the man's bones, it would mean he was too soft-hearted.

It was also because of his mother that Sapir let Wil Koss be.

From time to time, he would even chat with the young man.

This had allowed Sapir to learn that the girl Wil Koss couldn't forget was named Linda Camille, and the man who appeared out of nowhere was called Arthur Kredos.

For the former, Sapir had no impression.

But the latter, Arthur Kredos, was a name resounding like thunder.

In fact, in South Los, you couldn't not know of the 'Spirit Medium' in recent times.

Bizarre and shadowy murder cases.

Ruthless and life-stealing Evil Spirits.

The ability to foresee events.

Extraordinary swordsmanship.

Many terms were associated with this 'Spirit Medium'.

More importantly, after numerous probes, all these terms had been confirmed.

If he wasn't needed to look after the inn, Sapir too would have liked to witness the prowess of the 'Spirit Medium'.

Just as Sapir was waiting with crossed arms for Wil Koss to pass out and be carried back to his room, the bell at the door rang. Sapir looked towards the entrance, somewhat surprised.

After all, at this time, it was rare for someone to seek lodging or to come in for a drink or meal.

Then, the robust inn servant saw a young man with a walking stick, standing there with a smiling face.

Before the young man could speak, the half-drunk Wil Koss had already jumped up, shouting—

"Arthur Kredos, you bastard, why won't you leave me alone, even appearing in my dreams!"

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