They all call me Great Master-Chapter 781 - 778

Hearing Arthur's statement, the Old Earl was not surprised.

Arthur and Kalal definitely had some kind of cooperation.

Otherwise, how could Kalal have charged into battle for Arthur?

Moreover, the Old Earl was very confident that Arthur had promised something like "helping Kalal become the heir to the Ainhars Territory" to Kalal.

Perhaps, it was even "directly obtaining the Ainhars Territory."

These were all things that Kalal sought after.

Only by fulfilling what Kalal sought would he choose to cooperate with Arthur. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

This was basic logic.

Surely Kalal wasn't just charmed by the present Southern Lost Spirit Medium's charisma and decided to throw himself into the fray with his own provisions, right?

How could that be possible?!

Arthur Kredos was just a Southern Lost Spirit Medium, not one from the Inner Bay Golden Lion Family.

Moreover, even in the Inner Bay Golden Lion Family, aside from the Old Lion, not a single person showed a Talent similar to the "Lion Group."

Arthur, an outsider?

That was even less likely!

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, the Old Earl sensed Marquess of Ainhars's resolve beginning to waver under Blood Drinker Haibo's assault. Thus, the Old Earl decided not to beat around the bush anymore—

"I can assure you that even if Kalal becomes the first heir to the Ainhars Territory, it won't affect your previous cooperation with him.

Similarly, I will grant you the most tangible benefits: the private treasury of that bastard Ainhars.

Inside, there are many rare items.

Perhaps there is even something you desire."

"His situation has become dangerous?"

Arthur's gaze shifted to the Marquess of Ainhars.

Although the Marquis showed no signs, the Old Earl's promises were enough to suggest that the Marquis's predicament was not optimistic.

It was only under such circumstances that the Old Earl would dare to make such promises.

As for making promises on behalf of the Marquess of Ainhars?

How could that be possible!

The two must have communicated.

In a way unknown to Arthur.

With the premise of "Burning Soul" guiding the Marquess of Ainhars, the Old Earl and the Marquis having some secret technique unknown to others was not surprising to Arthur at all.

"Hmm, he's almost at his limit.

'Blood Drinker' Haibo is a disgusting guy."

The Old Earl nodded, not bothering to hide it.

He knew that with someone as perceptive as Arthur, there was no hiding it.

Better to frankly admit it, to lay the foundation for cooperation moving forward.

Meanwhile, the Old Earl couldn't help but sigh internally.

Why were his disciples all such foolish lot?

Even Lynn, the disciple he valued most, was not even half as sharp as the Spirit Medium before him.

"Then let's sign two contracts.

One to guarantee my safety.

One to ensure my rightful benefits afterwards.

Of course, the contracts must specifically state that I will absolutely not enter the consciousness of Marquis Ainhars, nor any mental realm; I'm just here to assist you.

If there are any of the above actions, you must suffer the most severe backlash, and even your relatives and friends must encounter misfortune."

Arthur said with a smile.

The dangers of the mind, the mental realm, were well known to Arthur.

He was not about to risk entering them.

Suddenly, the Old Earl felt an even deeper sense of reflection.

If it had been his disciples, they probably would have started action impatiently after signing the contracts.

As for considering more?

There would be none.

Isn't there a contract?

They couldn't possibly think further ahead.

But they always forget that contracts can be circumvented.

Without added insurance, how could one be at ease?

"Fine, but you must also ensure that when I force the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo out, it cannot re-enter the body of that bastard Ainhars,"

The Old Earl did not make demands such as having to kill the 'Blood Drinker.'

Because, in the Old Earl's view, that was far beyond what Arthur could achieve.

The 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was a demigod, after all!

Even if it was somewhat diluted.

Even if it was severely injured.

Even if it had no body.

It still wasn't something that Arthur, the likes of a little fellow, could handle.

Therefore, temporary expulsion was the best choice.

As long as Arthur could delay even for a moment, he had a way to severely injure that bastard, the 'Blood Drinker.'

Just to injure severely!

As for killing?

He had no way to do it too.

The 'Blood Drinker' was not in good shape.

Neither was he.

Indeed, to some extent, he was even worse off than the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo—the 'Blood Drinker' could recover through time, Secret Medicine, blood sacrifices, and so on, but his power was truly dwindling bit by bit.

To make sure that bastard Ainhars firmly stepped onto the 'Fifth Order,' he had to be very calculating.

Moreover, the Old Earl suspected that the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo had something up his sleeve.

The craftiness of that guy was fresh in the Old Earl's memory.

Therefore, waiting for that bastard Ainhars to reach the 'Fifth Order' before going to kill the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo was the best plan.

At least, in the Old Earl's opinion, it was so.

The contract was signed.

The Old Earl's spectral image disappeared.

But the spectral image did not vanish; instead, it showed the Marquis of Ainhars and the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, or to be precise, the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo forcing the Marquis of Ainhars to kill his own three Barons and four Lords over and over again.

"Marquis, what about the promise you gave me?

Why did you kill me?"

The spectral image of Baron Tami lunged at the Marquis of Ainhars, but was struck down by the sword of the Marquis's spectral image.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want it to be like this,"

The spectral image of the Marquis of Ainhars murmured quietly.

"Marquis, I never thought I would die at your hand.

I thought I would die in a charge,"

The spectral image of Darnel wore a bitter expression, while the Machiavellian Marquis of Ainhars, holding a longsword, was full of pain, and his murmurs were unceasing.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

It wasn't just those two; the scenes of Kama, Baron Harlan, Yakaz, Lalia, and Lord Leondsey being slain by the spectral images were also unfolding at the same time.

That's right!

Unfolding simultaneously!

The real Marquis of Ainhars, watching the scene of his spectral image relentlessly killing his subordinates, began to swing his sword.

He charged at his own spectral image.

"Stop!

Everyone stop!"

This scene made the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo laugh out loud.

"Truly despicable."

Arthur, watching the scene, commented.

Similarly, Arthur naturally understood why the Old Earl had shown him these scenes.

Not, of course, to watch the Marquis of Ainhars in his miserable state.

But to let him better grasp the timing.

For this, Arthur would certainly not waste the opportunity.

Moreover, to show his sincerity as a collaborator, he was prepared to first inflict a heavy blow on the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo.

The next moment—

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium lifted his head to look at the lingering blood mist, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, and he whispered softly.

"Action!"