They all call me Great Master

Count Bernaken's abnormality naturally could not escape the attention of the Marquess of Ainhars.

'What's wrong?'

inquired the Marquess of Ainhars.

'It's different!

Arthur is completely different from a few hours ago!

Previously, he was calm but had an indescribable sense of concealment, and now this sense of concealment carries confidence!

Just like...

the Old Lion.'

Initially, the Marquess of Ainhars could remain calm.

But as the words of the Old Earl continued, the marquess's brow furrowed once more.

'Like the Old Lion?'

'Yes, like the Old Lion.

But not in terms of strength.

It's the power of the mind.

This change...

In just a few hours, what did he experience?'

The Old Earl couldn't help but mutter to himself.

But the Marquess of Ainhars squinted his eyes, and the marquess firmly stated——

'Slayed the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo!

From leaving port at South Los to Xilongde Shoal Port, then to Port Doldot, and finally to Port Pult, this young man emerged victorious every step of the way, and by the moment he slayed the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, he completed a genuine transformation of the mind.

With the sword in hand, slayed a 'Demigod'!

Thus, he can naturally become a 'Demigod'!

His path to becoming a 'Demigod' is now unhindered!'

Speaking of this, the Marquess of Ainhars's eyes filled with envy.

Even with the help of the Old Earl, he questioned whether becoming a 'Demigod' would be a straightforward journey, but Arthur accomplished it.

At a younger age than him and in a more independent manner.

Immediately, what was once a vague idea became increasingly clear in the marquess's mind.

The proud Sword Intent quickly emerged in the marquess's heart.

'Ainhars?'

The Old Earl was the first to notice.

'I want to try it my way.'

said the Marquess of Ainhars.

'Must try?'

The Old Earl asked again.

'Must try!'

The Marquess of Ainhars was very sure.

'Can you not try?'

The Old Earl asked unwillingly.

'If I don't try, I'd rather die.'

The Marquess of Ainhars answered decisively.

This answer made the Old Earl completely give up on persuasion, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself again.

'Why is everyone so stubborn?'

Subsequently, the mental conversation between the two ended.

Meanwhile, full of joy, Arthur was walking down the gangplank and keenly noticed the difference in the Marquess of Ainhars. Though sitting still on horseback, the marquess's aura had grown sharper. If seeing the Marquess of Ainhars before was like seeing a longsword, now the marquess seemed like a sharp blade.

'What happened?'

Arthur wondered inwardly, but his gaze didn't leave the freshly emerged text——

[Ainhars Territory's daily newspaper reported your amicable interaction with the lord, surprising the entire Ainhars Territory residents. They had heard your name before, but this time, they began to take your name seriously; XP+1000]

[Many river pirates witnessed the 'Red Knights' submitting to you and saw the moment you drew your sword. They fear and revere you; XP+1000]

['Inland Church' has become fanatical about you, believing everything you say; XP+5000]

[Everything that happened within Seberlin continues to ferment, and Seberlin's residents' gratitude towards you increases daily; XP+8000]

[With the groundwork laid by West Berlin Territory and Ainhars Territory, Bert Territory is feeling fear and uncertainty about your imminent arrival, and with the push of those with intent, your name is gradually aligning with 'Calamity'; XP+1000]

[More people have heard your name: XP+1700]

...

The substantial XP values were credited at this moment.

Moreover, Arthur knew this wasn't just a one-time gain; it was sustainable.

The same was true for both the Ainhars Territory and West Berlin Territory.

Of course, the most important was the 'Inland Church.'

Obviously, 'Grace' had made the 'Inland Church' entirely his private property, not just providing XP for the moment but also on a larger scale.

Perhaps a hundred-strong team might not be as effective as a Musketeer Squad in some situations, but the symbolism was different.

Simply put, the strategic significance outweighs the practical battle use.

And the direct acquisition of 5000 XP made Arthur all the more confident.

This was just one 'Inland Church.'

If the existing plan were followed, and the 'Church of Suffering' and other 'Demigods' churches were all consolidated, then what appeared to be a long and drawn-out completion of 'Limit. Seventeenth Order' would become very simple.

Arthur was extremely confident in this.

After all, apart from the above, Arthur had an unexpected surprise——

[Slayed the severely injured and weakened 'Devourer' Imola, XP+8000]

[Slayed the severely injured and weakened 'Blood Drinker' Haibo, XP+10000]

...

As his power grew, the XP gained from slaying Mystic Side persons was almost negligible, but the two severely injured and weakened 'Demigods' indicated to Arthur that he could look up.

This was simply a win-win for Arthur.

He couldn't be sure every 'Demigod' would be as naive as Miha and Yiluo.

So, slaying was inevitable.

And in slaying, XP could be gained, and after slaying, the opponent's believers could continue to provide XP, giving such a dual benefit that captivated the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

Especially upon discovering that his accumulated XP had already reached 54,000 points, he was thrilled.

Unknowingly, more than half of the XP required for 'Limit. Seventeenth Order' had already been reached.

Winter is here; can spring be far behind?

Arthur's steps became lighter at this moment.

He flipped onto the warhorse provided by the Marquess of Ainhars, simultaneously placing Pendragon on the front of the saddle.

"A fine cat."

The Marquess of Ainhars praised, clearly recognizing Pendragon's extraordinary nature.

"Hmm, Pan is my family."

Arthur nodded, directly stating Pendragon's identity.

This took the Marquess of Ainhars by surprise.

He originally thought Arthur would say it was a pet or something.

Unexpectedly, it was called 'family.'

He could see that Arthur wasn't joking—he was serious.

"Arthur, you really are surprising."

The Marquess of Ainhars marveled.

"A Spirit Medium is always accompanied by surprises."

Arthur replied half-jokingly.

This joke made the Marquess of Ainhars laugh as well. With the stretch of his facial wrinkles, they walked side by side, a sight that made the citizens of Port Pult cheer even more.

Everyone could see their lord's good mood.

This made them even more curious about the young man with the orange cat.

And when their lord provided wine and roast meat as a welcome to this young man's arrival, the joy of the surrounding people rose even further.

Seeing this scene, Arthur also wore a smile.

He knew tomorrow's XP would rise even more.

However, everything in the world is balanced.

While Arthur felt joy, Gresah Hamlet was staring gloomily at the intel in his hands.

The next moment, the Little Lion clenched his fist, and his forehead veins popped.

"Damn Spirit Medium!

Showboating clown!"

Continuous roars and even the cup on the table were smashed hard onto the ground.

Pa!

In the crisp sound, the surrounding male and female servants were dumbfounded.

Standing outside the cabin door, the three sons of Count Bert, who had specifically come to visit, immediately smiled upon understanding the situation's entirety——

Their opportunity had arrived!