They all call me Great Master-Chapter 779 - 776: Secret of Blood IV

Facing Arthur's repeated emphasis, Count Bernaken became increasingly helpless.

It seemed to the old count as if he was looking at a lion with a big open mouth.

No!

To be precise, it was a lion with a fox's tail and a wide-open mouth.

Yet still, the old count proactively said—

"There are my twin swords!

They are both fine arcane weapons!

The steel sword can become blazing hot, infused with flames!

The silver sword can cause effective damage to ghosts and intangible bizarre things!"

The old count pointed with a gesture.

That was where his warhorse Carrot had lain.

But now, Carrot had long since vanished.

Clearly, the demon hunter's Carrot had escaped the category of normal creatures.

Arthur looked at the twin swords illuminated by the scarlet blood mist and felt no inner turmoil.

He was not short of sword-like weapons.

Especially just arcane level.

If they were hero level or of a higher grade, he might consider it, but for arcane level, he truly didn't need any.

His 'hands', although numerous, only 'Tyr's Caress' could truly complement the Hand of Void to be effective.

That was his "Sectumsempra" after all!

As for more?

It would be more appropriate to keep them displayed there.

"I do like weapons.

But I do not wish to change my sword.

It has accompanied me too much.

And you wouldn't want your sword to become just an exhibit in my study, right?"

Arthur tactfully declined.

"Take them, go find my apprentice Lynn, tell him everything that happened here, he will teach you 'Demon Hunter Swordsmanship' in my place, and if you wish, you can also learn the demon hunter's Secret Technique, even the core Mystical Arts."

The old count continued.

To this, Arthur was even less interested.

What he most lacked for a quick 'Ascend Step' was XP, and he didn't have spare XP to learn an additional swordsmanship.

A brand-new swordsmanship, to catch up with the current stage of Swift Bird Swordsmanship, would be a huge sum of XP.

Moreover, Arthur did not believe that swordsmanship taught by others could compare with his own Swift Bird Swordsmanship which had broken through level restrictions.

Unless it was the most core legacy of an organization or power.

But to learn such a core legacy is definitely not as simple as just talking about it.

Just like now, even with the Old Earl's backing, Arthur was quite certain that after meeting Lynn, wanting to learn the Demon Hunter's Core Mystical Arts would definitely bring many challenges.

Of course, aside from that.

Whether his ritual would conflict with the demon hunter's ritual was also unknown.

But even if it didn't, he no longer had enough XP.

The problem returned to the starting point.

And within this, there was another issue—

What would his identity become after learning an organization's core legacy?

The answer was obvious.

To become a member of that organization.

Even if you don't acknowledge it, it's useless.

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Power is the best marker.

Arthur looked at the illusory Old Earl and had already discerned that this Old Earl was not someone who played by the rules.

And now, Arthur was even more certain of the Old Earl's 'cunning'.

'To ensure the demon hunter's legacy is passed on, does he want me to become a demon hunter?'

Arthur speculated in his heart.

Regrettably.

He was a Spirit Medium.

And, for now, he did not intend to change this identity.

Therefore, Arthur smiled and said—

"The swordsmanship and secret techniques of the Kledos Family are like a vast galaxy; what I have learned is but one or two percent of the family's knowledge, even my talented uncles and aunts grasp no more than that.

"Only my grandfather, Old Charlie, was able to grasp a mere one or two tenths of it."

"Before I fully comprehend and integrate the swordsmanship and Secret Techniques passed down through our family, I will not learn others."

Arthur declined once more, his refusal gentle but firm.

This time, disappointment was clear upon the Old Earl's face.

Clearly, the inability to lure such a talented young man into becoming a Demon Hunter was a source of regret for the Old Earl.

At the same time, the Old Earl's curiosity about the Kledos Family was piqued.

'Is it truly as the rumors say, a "Millennial Family"?' he wondered.

'Could only a family with secretive heritage since the Imperial Age amass such an exaggerated number of swordsmanship and Secret Techniques, and only such a family could make a young man with splendid Talent like Arthur lament learning but one or two percent of it, right?'

The Kledos Family?

'I truly wish to witness it for myself!' the Old Earl thought with a sigh, but he quickly spoke out loud—

"Though I bear the title of Earl, I am but an impoverished Noble, owning no more wealth within Ainhars Territory."

"My most valuable asset is my knowledge."

"And yet you have rejected my knowledge. Do you desire that dilapidated estate instead?"

Knowledge had failed to move Arthur.

The Old Earl began to use wealth as leverage.

And of course, the so-called dilapidated estate was but an understatement.

Anyone with an estate in Port Pult was certainly not shabby.

It might not compare with those outside South Los, but it was enough to make anyone envious.

Thus, after making his offer, the Old Earl fixed his gaze on Arthur.

The Old Earl hoped to see more.

But to his disappointment, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium merely sighed—

"What the Kledos Family has passed down is as vast as the galaxy itself.

"And wealth?

"Even without deliberately accumulating it, the wealth we possess is more than enough to live comfortably."

"In fact, I have no interest in money."

Arthur's words rang with conviction, his demeanor entirely unmoved by wealth.

The disdain in his eyes, the scorn at the corner of his mouth, convinced the Old Earl it was so.

The Old Earl was at a loss.

In the end, he straightforwardly turned the question back to Arthur—

"What exactly do you want?"

"What I truly want? Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Faced with this question, Arthur immediately appeared eager to respond.

The Old Earl immediately sensed a bad feeling arising within.

Right away, he sought to interrupt.

But Arthur had already beaten him to the punch and spoke first.

"You have apprentices, don't you?

"Aside from the recently mentioned Sir Lynn, you must have other apprentices, right?

"If possible, could you summon them for me?

"I need to borrow their strength..."

As he spoke, Arthur paused, but the expectation and excitement in his eyes gave the Old Earl a jolt.

The Old Earl's apprentice Lynn already had sixteen apprentices, and naturally, he had even more—following the relationships and traditions of Demon Hunters.

But considering Arthur's eagerness, the Old Earl dared not let his own apprentices step into a potential fire pit.

Even though Arthur hadn't specified anything yet, the Old Earl instinctively resisted the idea.

"Their strength is not sufficient to aid you, we can negotiate something else..."

The Old Earl rejected the proposal outright.

Then, he began to rapidly recall what Arthur might need.

He decided he couldn't let Arthur take the initiative to ask.

God knows what exaggerated demands Arthur might make.

But since Arthur, backed by the Kledos Family, lacked neither a legacy in Secret Technique nor money, what else might he be missing...

Hold on!

Arthur lacks nothing!

But what about the people around Arthur?

Suddenly, the Old Earl thought of someone—

Kalal!