They all call me Great Master
Chapter 792 - 789 Rest and Refit at Port Pult VII

In the cabin, Lady Windsor sat quietly on the sofa.

For this lady, even if she verbally believed in 'a cat's curiosity,' she was mentally prepared for being left behind.

After all, she was well aware of her own schemes.

Those men, if utilized correctly, could instantly take control of the entire Port Pult.

And once Port Pult was under control, would the Ainhars Territory be far away?

Lady Windsor believed that would tempt anyone.

Including, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

However, she was not concerned about her own safety.

Because—

Her father was still there.

Still in that graveyard, doting over her damned lover.

'Heh, perhaps that's your only use.

Usefulness...

It's not small at all.'

Lady Windsor gave a self-deprecating smile.

Then, she became quiet again.

At least, that's how it appeared on the surface.

And deep down?

The lady began to calculate her losses.

These men could not be kept any longer.

It pained her heart.

But what pained her more was that her plans had failed in such a manner, and more importantly— the Marquess of Ainhars's vigilance.

Although the Marquis was not a man of harsh demands, he would certainly not be lenient in such a situation.

Therefore, negotiations had to be carried out in a 'noble fashion.'

Simply put...

Compensation!

'No!

Mere compensation probably won't be enough!

At least some properties must be offered, the Windsor Family's farms outside Port Pult are likely to be lost, plus two valuable secret technique items need to be brought out!'

Lady Windsor calculated, her heart aching anew.

You should know, that farm was cultivated with her utmost care.

Not just the mill, the fields, the livestock, but also two military camps—over three hundred soldiers under her command came from there.

And the remaining six hundred people?

A portion was recruited.

The other part was assimilated.

In places like Rat Street in South Los, Port Pult had its own, inside 'Pearl Alley,' where over half of the gang members were linked to her.

It was because of these fellows that she dared to harbor such ambitions.

'After this incident, the Ainhars Family will definitely no longer allow 'Pearl Alley' to exist.

If I need manpower...

River pirates, huh?'

Lady Windsor thought, her eyebrows knitting together.

Compared to gang members, the more ferocious river pirates were useful but extremely hard to control, which was why she had chosen members of gangs in 'Pearl Alley' over the river pirates.

She had no desire to witness pillaging driven by greed and subsequent rivers of blood.

But now, she had no choice.

Even though she decided on river pirates, she still hesitated.

'Blood Knights'!

This infamous river pirate had clearly shown subservience to the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

This, she believed she did not misjudge.

Which meant that traditional river pirates were no longer an option.

Even cultivating river pirates herself would likely be ineffective.

The way those novices would act in front of veterans would quickly let these river pirates discern who the real mastermind was.

She absolutely did not want such an outcome.

'How difficult!

The challenge has suddenly escalated to an unprecedented level!

But...

The sense of achievement is also unprecedented!

It's enough to prove myself!'

Lady Windsor's lips curled into an excited smile.

For this lady, nothing could better prove herself than such a challenge—she had to prove herself to her father.

Tap, tap tap!

The footsteps on the deck were continuous.

The following shouts informed the lady that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium had returned.

Immediately, the lady adjusted her thoughts and straightened her body.

She was ready.

To give up some in exchange for her own safety.

Especially after hearing Arthur's kind of heart-winning words, the lady was full of confidence.

For a partner who disliked killing and knew how to win over subordinates, trading benefits for safety was indeed the best choice.

Instantly, the lady felt even more assured.

And about several minutes later—

The cabin door was pushed open.

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium walked in with his cane, hung the top hat on a nearby coat rack, and then placed his cane to the side.

Without any pretense, very naturally.

Hence, Lady Windsor acted even more naturally.

"How are things?"

The lady asked calmly.

Just as if this were her own room.

But immediately, the lady sensed something was amiss.

The usually decisive Southern Lost Spirit Medium had a strangely complex emotion in his eyes, and his face bore an expression as if he had something to say but hesitated.

A bad premonition appeared.

The lady immediately pressed.

"What's wrong?

What happened?"

Arthur then let the "Hand of Void" move over a chair and sat down opposite the lady. He paused for two seconds, as if thinking about how to start speaking.

Subsequently, under the inquiring gaze of the lady.

He spoke—

"Your father is dead."

"What?!"

The lady was stunned and instantly retorted.

"Impossible!

He has always stayed in that cemetery and simply couldn't leave!

How could he possibly die!"

Speaking, the lady stood up, as if intending to go to the cemetery to verify her father was still alive, and her previously calm expression had already been replaced by panic.

Arthur sat there without moving. He did not stand to stop her, nor did he speak up to prevent her, just quietly watching.

For Arthur, this was also a test.

He was contemplating what attitude to use to face Lady Windsor in the future.

As for Lady Windsor's naivety?

Who hasn't been naive before?

Back in his hometown, he even fantasized that if every person donated a dollar to him, he could become a billionaire.

Such fantasies were not a big deal.

The important thing was whether one could shed such naivety when faced with real issues and whether one could truly confront difficulties.

Lady Windsor, under Arthur's gaze, had already reached the door, her hand on the doorknob.

But then, the lady retracted her hand and turned back, sitting down again on the sofa.

"Lord Kledos, could you please tell me what happened?"

The lady's brown eyes were filled with pleading.

Arthur nodded.

"Of course!"

While he said so, Arthur did not answer immediately but asked instead—

"How much do you know about your family history?"

"Family history?"

Lady Windsor had a look of surprise on her face.

The lady wasn't ignorant of her family history, nor was she just a scoundrel living off the family's honor, but the sudden question filled her with confusion.

She did not understand why Arthur would ask such a question.

And for Lady Windsor, who had passed the first test, Arthur began the second step.

He was to tell her about the greatness of her own family.

Otherwise, how could she possibly have the motivation?

So, the next moment, the voice of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium became deep and powerful as he slowly said—

"Your family is unimaginably great!"

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