They all call me Great Master-Chapter 778 - 775: The Secret of Blood III

Darnel's voice was clear and sincere.

Even though it was emitted by Arthur through the "Noise Technique," a Level 5 "Noise Technique" was already perfect at mimicking this lord.

Of course, not just this lord.

There were also Yakaz, Lalia, and Leondsey—three lords—

"My lord, to die on the battlefield is my long-cherished wish."

"My lord, the fault is not yours."

"My lord, please grasp the sword in your hand."

The voices of these three lords appeared one by one.

Though a Level 5 "Noise Technique" has a limit of three recorded voices, Arthur did not believe it impacted the current situation, as eliminating one after use was possible.

In fact, when he saw the immobilized Marquess of Ainhars, Arthur had to hold himself back from acting rashly.

He was all too eager to have Kalal, who had sworn loyalty to him, inherit the Ainhars Territory.

Both sons of the marquis had already died.

If this marquis also died, then Kalal, as his nephew, would face no obstruction.

However, Arthur's reason told him to be cautious.

The temptation was great, but so was the danger.

Watching everything through the eyes of a crow, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium was subconsciously concerned about Count Bernaken.

Undoubtedly, this old earl was admirable.

He had burned his flesh and then his soul.

Even using his soul as guidance, he had returned the Marquess of Ainhars to the 'Demon Hunter's Path' and had made him the 'Master Demon Hunter' of South County.

All of these were commendable.

Arthur could tell that the old earl might have been a bit impulsive.

But this did not hinder the old earl from being thoroughly prepared—simply put, the old earl's initial target was probably not the Marquess of Ainhars but someone like the marquis's disciples or apprentices. However, the sudden appearance of the 'Blood Drinker' had disrupted all plans, forcing the old earl to choose the Marquess of Ainhars.

As his strength increased and his understanding of the mystic side deepened, Arthur did not believe that such 'guidance by the soul' could be easily achieved.

It certainly required long-term preparation and many conditions.

So, the recent scene was this: the target had changed, but the previous preparations had not!

And within those preparations, could there be contingency plans?

For example: protective measures just in case.

After all, the old earl wouldn't want his heir to perish halfway, would he?

Therefore, Arthur was exceedingly cautious.

He chose an extremely 'flexible role' for his entrance.

In fact, the next moment, Arthur's caution proved its necessity—

A faint light appeared on the Marquess of Ainhars.

An illusory figure of the old earl, only the size of a palm, appeared.

"Southern Lost Spirit Medium?"

The figure confirmed Arthur's identity.

"Yes, Count."

Arthur responded with a smile.

The old earl's face immediately showed a hint of helplessness.

Because in Arthur's smile, the old earl saw that distinct cunning and greed typical of 'merchants.'

Clearly, this was not a young man who could be easily persuaded.

"I need some help,"

the old earl said candidly.

"I can see that.

Marquis..."

As Arthur spoke, he pointed at the Marquess of Ainhars, seeking confirmation from the old earl through his gaze regarding the marquis's current situation, to which the old earl promptly replied.

"Don't worry, Ainhars, that bastard, is tougher than you think when facing enemies. Especially since the concept of time inside is different from our understanding, allowing us a bit more leeway.

After all...

You gave him enough encouragement!"

With that, the old earl's look towards Arthur grew more complex.

Having brought the Marquis of Ainhars back to the "Demon Hunter's Path," the fallback plan that The Old Earl had prepared was activated—a tiny soul fragment.

Everything was as Arthur had speculated!

Just to be safe, The Old Earl had indeed made preparations!

This Elder Earl, infusing his own will into the "Slash of Vanquishing Evil," mixed with the soul secret techniques of the "Tower of Mist," concealed a safeguard on the "Demon Hunter's Path."

This was a special power.

When the heir, unharmed, stepped onto the "Fourth Order," he would appear, imparting more of the core knowledge of the "Demon Hunter" to him.

Next, he would help the heir advance further, swiftly moving onto the "Fifth Order."

If danger was encountered, the knowledge would be preserved, and this power would become a shield.

The Old Earl hoped his heir could safely continue to grow.

After all, his initial choice was Lynn.

This apprentice who had followed him for thirty years was truly a concern.

And when the target changed to the Marquis of Ainhars, such defensive measures naturally remained.

What The Old Earl did not expect, however, was that this defensive measure would be triggered so soon, and in such a perilous manner too.

The evil and cunning of the "Blood Drinker," Haibo, had once again exceeded his expectations.

Just like Arthur's arrival.

This Elder Earl had never thought that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium would appear here.

Although, he had already heard that the other party's ship had reached the vicinity of Port Pult.

Originally, he had planned to use his preserved strength to help the Marquis of Ainhars through the crisis, but Arthur's appearance gave The Old Earl a new idea.

It seemed possible to leverage Arthur's strength.

And his remaining power could better enable the Marquis of Ainhars to reach the "Fifth Order," a level he himself had never achieved.

After all, only upon reaching the "Fifth Order" could one be truly called a "Demigod"—not the shortcut-taking, hollow sham type, but the genuinely meaningful "Demigod."

A Demigod, sufficient to ensure the legacy of the "Demon Hunter" did not perish.

Thinking in his heart, The Old Earl glanced toward Arthur, who was displaying a humble smile—

"This is within my capabilities,

just some minor tricks of a 'Spirit Medium.'

If possible, I would very much like to assist you and the Marquis of Ainhars—in the 'Spirit Medium's fair way'!"

Arthur said, bowing slightly, continuing to exhibit his humility.

"'Spirit Medium's fair way'?"

The Old Earl inquired.

"Yes, a fair way—it means a fair trade!"

Arthur's smile grew even brighter.

And The Old Earl felt a headache coming on, if he had a head at this point.

Demon Hunters despise fair trades.

Even though they've been exchanging their work for wages all along.

It's known—

Only demons believe in fair trades.

Although this is an ancient saying from the Holy Era, as the sole Master Demon Hunter of South County, The Old Earl naturally knew it.

And maybe it was just an illusion, but looking at the cheerful Southern Lost Spirit Medium, it almost seemed like horns were growing on his head.

Almost subconsciously, The Old Earl detected evil.

No red appeared.

The Old Earl breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, it was not so.

But what The Old Earl didn't see was that in the viewpoint only Arthur could see, an active "Bluff" was faintly flickering.

That color…

dark red!

However, as a young, righteous, simple, and kind Southern Lost Spirit Medium, Arthur would never admit these things; he simply said softly.

"I am a Spirit Medium, so—

fair, fair, and still fair!"