They all call me Great Master

Arthur automatically added the title "Leader of the Cat Sect" to himself.

He was the Leader of the Cat Sect!

Not a fake leader!

His title as the contemporary "Black Cat" had been recognized by the world, and he even had the Entry-level Atlas "Great Orange," so how could he not be called the Leader of the Cat Sect?

In some ways, he truly deserved it.

Therefore, Grindelwald introduced him with complete ease.

"Hello, Mr. Grindelwald,"

Garcia responded gratefully.

This "Cloak Society" novice, a writer who had rejected drafts a hundred times and also worked part-time as an Intelligence Trafficker, bowed again in gratitude.

Watching the "awkward" Garcia, Didian sighed slightly in her heart.

She knew the man before her was very naive.

Yes, naive.

It was unbelievable for someone working part-time as an Intelligence Trafficker to be naive—if told, nobody would believe it.

But Garcia was indeed naive.

All this time, Garcia had used the money he earned as a part-time Intelligence Trafficker to support his writing—this was sometimes even more unbelievable than a naive Intelligence Trafficker, after all, others wrote books to make a living, but Garcia wrote as a way of living.

Simply put—

Writing was Garcia's dream.

For that dream, Garcia had given up on living.

Or rather, writing was Garcia's life.

In Garcia's world, writing was the top priority.

The rest?

Not so important.

Although Garcia understood some social dealings and knew how to bend a bit for meals, he didn't get involved deeply.

So, in Didian's eyes, Garcia was very special, very endearing.

But at that moment, Didian knew she needed to step in.

Otherwise, the adorable Garcia in her eyes would just seem a fool in the eyes of others.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Grindelwald.

I am Didian from the Lotus Leaf Hotel, and if there is anything you command, I will do my best,"

Didian said, slightly bowing.

In the world, there is no hatred without reason.

Nor is there love without reason.

Didian, who had grown up after the Seven Years' War, was too well aware of the relationships between people; apart from benefits, it was an exchange of benefits.

That's why she loved her family,

because her mother had selflessly given them love, breaking the phrase "there is no such thing as love without reason."

She had once asked her mother why she had taken her back.

"I couldn't just watch you starve, could I?"

Lady Garda had said with a puzzled face.

That puzzled expression, Didian still remembered it.

So, Didian called Lady Garda mother.

So, even though Didian had long been able to leave, she still remained at the "Lotus Leaf Hotel"—it was only natural for her to care for her elderly mother since her mother had taken care of her when she was young.

This was not equivalent exchange.

It was the support among family members.

But beyond family?

Didian would not trust more.

Well, the adorable Garcia was an exception.

Grindelwald, seeing the expression on Didian's face, naturally knew what the eldest daughter of the Lotus Leaf Hotel was thinking and immediately smiled.

There was no aggressiveness, but gentleness, and even more, grace.

"This was a major's order.

He disrupted your peaceful lives, so he chose to take care of it afterward.

Moreover…

The major promises you that similar incidents won't happen again,"

Grindelwald said and, after making a graceful bow, turned and walked away.

As he passed by the ice sculpture, his cane gently tapped it.

Ding!

Crack!

In the crisp sound, the ice sculpture shattered directly.

The middle-aged man was dead beyond doubt.

After that, Grindelwald's steps did not stop, quickly disappearing into the afternoon sun.

Grindelwald had truly left.

Arthur indeed wanted to recruit Didian, his brother Sapir, and of course, Garcia.

But recruitment had to be approached in the right way.

If it were someone foolish like Garcia, Arthur would have spoken up directly.

But what about someone as meticulous and suspicious as Didian?

Then he would need the other party to initiate.

If Arthur took the initiative?

The other party would surely be on guard, even to the point of running away.

About this, Arthur was all too clear.

Because—

He had once been a similar person.

So, Arthur knew quite well what he should do.

Garcia, seeing the furrowed brows of Didian and then looking towards the direction where Grindelwald disappeared, scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Garcia felt that Mr. Grindelwald was not a bad person.

But why then did Didian look so grave?

Didian noticed Garcia's expression and couldn't help but say,

"The favor from such a big shot is not so easy to owe!"

Didian instinctively didn't trust Grindelwald's words, but questioned what she had that would be of interest to him.

Her looks?

She questioned herself, her looks were not outstanding, and she was already in her thirties.

More importantly, the other person's eyes were clear.

As for that big shot?

The rumored 'Lady of the Long Night' was stunningly beautiful.

So, what was he after?

The Lotus Leaf Hotel?

Her few foolish brothers and sisters?

Impossible.

The doubt rising in her heart made Didian somewhat uneasy, while Garcia scratched his head again—

"Didian, that, that..."

The hesitant Garcia made the already uneasy Didian tense up even more.

No way?

At this time?

Tense, Didian's body tightened all over.

"I broke the wine I bought with my manuscript fee, sorry!

I promise, next time I get my manuscript fee, I'll bring new wine!"

Garcia said so.

"Hmm?"

Didian was taken aback.

"Oh, you know, I'm not great at writing, so, the next manuscript fee might take a while, I promise in half a year... no, one year... or maybe three years..."

Garcia himself became increasingly embarrassed as he spoke.

Didian decisively gave Garcia a kick and then turned and walked away.

"Ah!"

Garcia, holding his shin, fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

Fallen there, Garcia watched the departing Didian and glanced at the shattered wine bottle on the ground nearby, murmuring to himself:

"I originally planned to use them to prove that I fulfilled my promise to you, and then... confess."

Looking at the broken wine bottle, Garcia was tearful without tears.

Then, getting up and running while shaking his painful shin, he shouted loudly—

"Wait for me, Didian!"

And Didian, already moving forward, quickened her pace upon hearing such a shout.

Garcia limped in pursuit.

Slow, clumsy.

The crow on the rooftop watched this scene, a smile appearing in its eyes.

Then, it spread its wings and flew.

It swept through the narrow alley, flew over the wide street.

Eventually, it landed on the rooftop of No. 2 Cork Street, scanning over Merlin and Gawain who were cleaning the courtyard, then gazing towards the approaching carriage.

Sitting inside the carriage, Marinda, who was holding an unlit pipe, made eye contact with the crow and couldn't help but snort—

"Hmph, such a pretentious guy!"