They all call me Great Master
Chapter 830 - 827 Boomerang IV

The moment Arthur's voice echoed in her ears, Marinda's study was filled with his affectionate words.

The corners of Marinda's mouth began to curve upwards.

Soon, a smile bloomed.

Her anxious heart calmed instantly.

The unease vanished completely.

Marinda felt an unprecedented peace.

Arthur knew that the Old Lion had come to South Los.

Marinda wasn't surprised by this.

What surprised Marinda was that even after knowing the Old Lion came to South Los, Arthur still willingly contacted him—this initiative gave Marinda an unprecedented impulse.

She took a deep breath and began to speak directly.

"I..."

"I..."

At this moment, Marinda was more impulsive than ever.

But just as the words left her mouth, Arthur interrupted her.

The two 'I' words were indistinguishable.

However, Marinda's subsequent words were uttered first—

"You go first."

To disguise it, the lady made her words as calm as possible.

"Are you sure you want me to say it here?

Shouldn't we talk face to face?

By the way, bring me some night snack.

I haven't tasted Aunt Mary's cooking for a day."

After finishing, Arthur ended the call.

Finally, Marinda broke free from that complex emotion that belonged solely to her; her rationality and intelligence returned to her once more.

At that moment, she reacted.

'Something's wrong!

Arthur's tone is off!

There's no urgency!

Nor any tension!

Could it be...

Arthur found a solution?'

Although reason told Marinda it was impossible, her inner instinct made her choose to believe that Arthur had truly found a way out of the current predicament.

In an instant, Marinda's breathing became rapid.

The lady rose and headed to the kitchen.

Because, due to prolonged staying up late, Aunt Mary would always prepare plenty of food in the kitchen.

At this moment?

Certainly no exception.

Leaning against one side of the stove, Aunt Mary had her eyes tightly shut; yet even in her sleep, the woman's brows were furrowed tight.

Seeing this scene, everyone could feel the woman's worry and tension.

Marinda, of course, understood that her emotions influenced those closest to her.

Therefore, Marinda did not disturb the woman but instead, chose some of the food Arthur liked and placed it in a basket before quietly leaving the kitchen.

"Urs."

Marinda called softly.

"My lady."

From the shadows, the Head Hunter emerged, kneeling on one knee.

"Plan A is postponed.

Wait for my return for everything."

Marinda said this.

Though surprised, the Head Hunter did not defy her.

"Yes, my lady."

After responding, the Head Hunter immediately started contacting the spies in the Inner Bay to halt the suicide mission plan.

Suicide mission!

This was Marinda's struggle in desperation!

It was both her attitude and her choice!

This would anger the Old Lion.

She knew, of course.

But,

In utter desperation, she readied herself for death.

She absolutely would not become a prisoner again.

If imprisoned, she'd rather die!

Marinda, holding the basket, walked into the smoke ring; beside her, Edwin clearly noticed the difference in their master—a kind of lightness.

'Hope it turns out well!'

Marinda's coachman thought silently.

This coachman undoubtedly wished Marinda well the most.

For this, when Marinda proposed Plan A, he was the first to object, but when Marinda made it clear it had to be that way, he was the first to act.

Death?

Of course, the coachman feared it.

But he feared more being unable to repay Marinda's kindness.

'Everything will be alright!

After all...

That's Arthur Kredos, the miracle creator!'

Of course, the coachman knew where his master had gone.

Precisely because he knew, the coachman was full of anticipation.

For Arthur, the coachman had considerable confidence.

This confidence made Arthur his hope.

However,

Not everyone felt this way—

Ash Bonaparte Nanluo sat in a chair, eyes closed; legs that habitually swung now stepping on the crossbar.

The crossbar between the chair legs was specifically added by the Countess.

The sensation of suspended feet wasn't pleasant.

Female Swordmaster Julie scratched her head, wanting to say something.

But was stopped by a look from Cathy.

Clad in swordsman attire, the Female Guard Captain didn't carry a longsword; her slender figure, pale fingers, face devoid of expression.

Faced with Cathy's disapproval, Julie opted to obey.

Cathy's power compelled Julie's obedience.

The same went for Hunter Chief Valerie.

The three of them quietly watched their master.

Under the gaze of her subordinates, the Countess patiently waited.

Why did she close her eyes?

Wasn't it just because she didn't want to see such an agonizing scene?

'Damn Old Lion!

Damn it!

Bastard!'

In the Countess's heart, curses flowed ceaselessly.

The Old Lion's appearance was too sudden.

She was utterly unprepared.

Everyone told her, the Old Lion was old, his strength waned greatly—At first, she was skeptical, but as everyone kept saying it,

gradually, the Countess believed it.

Because this Countess tested the Old Lion several times.

Each time, the Old Lion retreated.

This convinced her that the Old Lion's strength truly waned!

She thought she had caught up with the Old Lion.

Moreover, as time passed, the years would increase this gap.

But what happened?

Though they viewed each other from afar, the Countess instantly sobered up.

The Old Lion was formidable!

Far stronger than she expected!

Her so-called pursuit was a complete sham!

The growing distance, a trap!

A trap set by the Old Lion.

Worse, she had truly stepped into it.

'I'm such a fool!'

The Countess cursed herself again.

But she knew, no amount of self-berating helped now.

What really mattered was turning the tide.

She was no match for the Old Lion.

That much she was sure of.

But she wouldn't give up without a fight.

She'd stall the Old Lion on the main field, then have her subordinates open a second front—the flames of battle couldn't burn just in South Los.

They must also blaze in the Inner Bay!

If she could delay long enough, she could end in a draw!

As for after the battle?

The Countess hadn't thought that far.

If she couldn't get past the present, there'd be no 'after'.

Of course, the Countess held onto a shred of luck.

Not directed at the Old Lion.

But regarding 'reinforcements'.

It certainly wouldn't be Arthur.

Though Arthur seemed capable, the Countess's assessment of Arthur was merely favorable.

Changing the battle's outcome?

Impossible.

So, the Countess awaited other reinforcements.

At the next moment—

The Countess glanced toward the door.

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