They all call me Great Master
Chapter 791 - 788 Rest and Resupply at Port Pult VI

When the Marquess of Ainhars' carriage brought Arthur back, a disturbance once again arose on the "Oriental."

The double-sword crest of the family was simply too conspicuous.

Especially on this land, it was even more so.

Because——

It represented the will of the master of this land.

And the hundreds of military-equipped cavalry following behind made it clear to those around that the master of this land could still carry out his will.

Not only was it the most grandiose welcoming ceremony for the "Oriental" after dawn.

It was the same when sending Arthur back.

In fact, if it weren't for the many things that happened tonight, the Marquess of Ainhars would definitely have wished for Arthur to stay and practice by candlelight through the night.

The Marquis was unparalleledly enthusiastic about Arthur's swordsmanship.

Even if he could not witness such swordsmanship right away, the Marquis also invited Arthur to have a sparring match after everything was taken care of.

To this, Arthur showed helplessness.

'The sword of a Spirit Medium, once drawn, will bring Calamity.

And I do not wish to let Calamity spread within Ainhars Territory.

But if I don't use my true strength to face you...

I wouldn't stand a chance, and it would be the greatest insult to you.'

Hearing such words from Arthur, the Marquis immediately upgraded the escort detail for Arthur's return.

The Marquis thought Arthur was a good person.

A good person with his own convictions.

Just like himself.

In his world, there was no term for 'bosom friend.'

But the Marquis thought Arthur could become his dear friend.

Because, ah——

Arthur understood him.

"Lord Kledos, may you have pleasant dreams," said the Knight escorting Arthur back.

The Cavaliers accompanying the Knight brought abundant food and drinks to the little boat, all of which were sent aboard the "Oriental."

"Of course, please also pay attention to safety.

I can sense that there are ill-intentioned fellows hiding in the shadows.

Please tell the Marquess of Ainhars to be careful."

Arthur advised.

Faced with such advice, the Knight did not dare to take it lightly and nodded repeatedly.

The Knight before him had accompanied the Marquess of Ainhars in the battle against 'Blood Drinker' Haibo and had watched with wide eyes the Bizarre nature of the 'Blood Drinker' and the miraculous nature of Arthur.

If Arthur's single stroke that killed the Bizarre 'Blood Drinker' wasn't miraculous, what was?

Moreover, with the Marquess of Ainhars' instructions, this Knight, who already held great respect for Arthur, became even more reverent.

"I will surely convey your message,"

said the Knight, who, after finishing his words and bowing once more, mounted his horse and rode off.

Arthur watched them and the other Cavaliers disappear.

As the Knight who was acting in the role of the Guard Commander for the Marquess of Ainhars—the Marquess, who harbored the obsessive belief that 'true strength comes from one's own power,' didn't see the need for auxiliary roles like the Guard Commander, Swordsmanship Chief, or Head Hunter. If it weren't for the real need to manage the land, the Marquess would perhaps prefer to dwell alone with his Twin Swords.

After all, in the Marquess's view, the pursuit of personal strength was the ultimate joy.

However, the land left behind by his grandfather and father also needed to be upheld.

Therefore, the Marquess chose a way that suited him.

After the escort party had gone far away, Arthur finally got on the small boat.

Rowing the boat was Albert, the First Mate of the "Oriental."

Naturally accompanying the young First Mate was Barry, the captain of the "Oriental."

At the moment, both of them were looking at Arthur with eyes full of admiration.

The single stroke from earlier had already been seared deep into their souls.

They would never forget the elegance of that stroke for the rest of their lives.

And now, the courtesy shown by the Marquess of Ainhars seemed only fitting in their eyes.

The Marquess of Ainhars was very powerful, but how could he possibly compare to their own boss?

Arthur felt the tangible admiration from both men.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium naturally wouldn't explain.

Having one's subordinates hold such admiration was always a good thing.

And moreover, he didn't mind increasing it a bit—

"Take these foods and drinks to the kitchen and let our chef prepare some exquisite dishes for our guests, as a representation of my apology.

I frightened them just now.

It was my moment of compassion that subjected them to unnecessary scares."

"I originally thought it would back off after realizing the difficulty,"

Arthur said, sighing deeply.

"Boss, how could anyone blame you?"

Your kindness is beyond doubt.

If there is anyone to blame, it's that creature's cruelty."

Old Barry immediately added.

"Right!

Boss, you really don't need to do this!"

The young First Mate kept nodding as he rowed, his eyes filled with even greater reverence.

For Albert, what could be better than having a powerful boss? Naturally, it's a powerful boss who is benevolent.

"Is that so?"

Arthur said, then stood at the bow in silence.

After a brief journey, it was only when Arthur boarded the 'Oriental' that he spoke again—

"Prepare a share of those foods and drinks for our crew as well.

Of course, those on duty are not allowed to drink.

If I find anyone who does, I will make them swim to Inner Bay during the rest of the voyage!"

This comment, slightly teasing, immediately evoked laughter from the surrounding crew.

In this laughter, Arthur continued with a smile.

"However, for the guys not on duty today, if they move enough cargo, I'll reward them with a bottle of the Marquess of Ainhars' esteemed wine.

Believe me, it's absolutely delicious."

With just one sentence, the surrounding crew sprang into action.

Everyone rushed towards the deck.

Even the guests were eager to try.

After all, it's the wine of a Marquis, surely worth a fortune!

Seeing this, Arthur spoke again.

"As guests, if you're lucky enough, you can also win a bottle—Barry, invite the guests to the banquet room. Once the food is served, we'll organize a raffle.

The person whose name is drawn will also win a bottle of the Marquess of Ainhars' wine.

What about the rest?

Naturally, they're all mine.

I presume no one minds, right?"

"Of course!"

"You've been more than generous!"

"Thank you!"

Amidst the many praises, Arthur, with a smile, walked to the observation deck and directly to the room that originally belonged to Lucius, Yula, and Joe—after the three 'left,' the room became unoccupied, making it a suitable chamber for meeting less intimate guests.

And now, within the meeting room, guests were already waiting.

Outside this first-class cabin, Old John was standing guard.

Seeing Arthur approach, the old pirate bowed respectfully, hiding the shock in his eyes—unlike the unsuspecting crowd, the old pirate knew exactly what Arthur had just slain with a single stroke of his sword.

"The Devourer" Imola!

An entity referred to as a "Divine Spirit"!

Such a being had been felled by a single sword from Arthur.

Him?

He would never be a match in his lifetime!

That power, like towering mountains and vast seas, made him involuntarily submit just by witnessing it.

At that moment, the old pirate felt a wave of indescribable emotions welling up in his heart.

The old pirate no longer thought about his contract.

He just felt that perhaps this was not so bad?

But then, a sense of discontent quickly surged again.

The bowing old pirate believed he was concealing it well, but Arthur saw everything clearly.

Arthur wasn't in a hurry.

After all, wasn't Inner Bay still ahead?

Now?

He had to deal with more pressing matters.

After giving the old pirate a slight nod, Arthur pushed the door open and entered—

He was about to further expand his gains of the night!