They all call me Great Master

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Particles of ice crystals, like dust, fluttered down, chilling and prickling the face of Sinclair, the advisor to the Duke of the Inner Bay, when they landed.

How could it be snowing in South Los at this time?

Throughout all seasons, snow in South Los is only possible in the bitter winter, and now it was just the beginning of autumn, making natural snowfall utterly impossible.

Putting aside natural causes, that only leaves human intervention!

'Arcana' level!

The answer that burst forth from deep within caused the pupil of the Inner Bay Grand Duke's advisor to contract rapidly.

Instinctively, he turned to flee.

At the same time, his mind was riddled with confusion.

Why?

Why was there an 'Arcana' level powerful being by the 'Spirit Medium' without his knowledge?

Or to be precise, why didn't he know when a new 'Arcana' level power appeared in South Los?

Just yesterday, he had asked a 'Scout' to provide important information about South Los.

If there were news of an 'Arcana' level power, the 'Scout' would not have failed to inform him.

Unless…

There were problems with the 'Scout'!

The more he considered this possibility, the more the advisor to the Duke of the Inner Bay felt his heart tighten.

He was well aware that if things were as he suspected, it would be a devastating blow to Inner Bay.

Because—

The 'Scouts' he was dealing with were nearly the highest rank among them.

'I must relay this message back!

This is the most important thing right now!' he convinced himself.

Initially, Sinclair had fled instinctively at the presence of an 'Arcana' level power, but now with a justified reason, he ran with all his might.

Yet an ice crystal arrow shot out from the forest on one side.

Thud!

The ice arrow pierced the abdomen of the Duke of Inner Bay's advisor, pinning him to the ground.

The blood had not even begun to flow before it was frozen by the ice arrow, and along with the majority of his body, he was frozen to the ground as well, but this did not hinder the advisor's struggles.

Ignoring the bone-chilling cold, he tried to rise, laboriously using hand signals paired with Glyphic Language to harness mysterious powers.

Invisible winds began to converge.

But the next moment, they dissipated into nothingness.

A pair of black boots appeared quietly and silently before the eyes of the Duke of Inner Bay's advisor.

Crimson eyes, glowing with a luminous sheen.

Forcing the advisor to lower his head.

He hid his expression as best he could in this manner.

But deep down, his heart was already in turmoil.

'A member of the Bloodline Clan!'

He had been informed earlier that a member of the 'Bloodline Clan' had appeared in South Los, which also fit the facts that the pursuit of the same 'Bloodline Clan' member had last been seen vanishing near the South Los Territory.

However, the fact that this member of the 'Bloodline Clan' had reached 'Arcana' level was something he could not have imagined.

You see, although the 'Bloodline Clan' is mysterious and powerful, with immense potential, their growth is incredibly slow.

A typical noble scion, as long as they have extraordinary talent, can successfully awaken their bloodline, and then, combined with the family secret art, rituals, and plenty of resources, they could reach 'Arcana' level at around 40 years old, with some very special cases even advancing to 'Great Arcana'!

But the 'Bloodline Clan' is different, their unique bloodline dictates that even with ample resources, they need time to accumulate.

According to records about the 'Bloodline Clan,' every member who has reached 'Arcana' level has been well past a hundred years old.

Similarly, this is particularly envy-inducing for other nobles.

Because even a noble who ascends to 'Great Arcana' level, by the time they reach a hundred years old, they are already in their twilight years, their life's fire flickering out.

But the 'Bloodline Clan'?

In the prime of their youth!

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You should know that the "Blood Marquis" was one of the founders of the Silver Age.

His father, the "Blood Duke," was incredibly active during the Holy Empire Era.

Therefore, many people speculated that the demise of the Bloodline Clan was because someone coveted this special bloodline, which triggered the subsequent massacre.

Of course, this had nothing to do with the Grand Duke's advisor.

The advisor to the Grand Duke was also unaware of the truth of those times.

But he knew what a "Bloodline Clan" representative of the "Arcana" level meant.

It signified the hope for the revival of the "Bloodline Clan."

And this was something His Grace the Grand Duke definitely did not want to see.

Nor did many other nobles.

So...

The threat must be eradicated once and for all!

Thinking thus, the Grand Duke's advisor displayed obedience—an obedience that was sensible, as after fully grasping the gap between himself and a powerhouse of the "Arcana" level, he realized any resistance was futile, especially against the interrogation methods used by members of the "Bloodline Clan" who reached the "Arcana" level, which were enough to send shivers down one's spine.

So, he complied.

But compliance did not mean surrender.

Because, although he didn't possess the formidable strength of the "Arcana" level, someone far surpassing the "Arcana" level stood behind him.
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Thus, he exuded "confidence."

Under normal circumstances, a series of interrogations would follow.

And when that time came—

"That will be my chance!"

The advisor to the Grand Duke of Inner Bay thought quite confidently to himself, even as his entire person was frozen stiff, his face, like a crystal of ice, still faintly radiated an air of arrogance.

The "Blood Descendant" bowed his head, looking at the ice sculpture, and stomped his foot down.

Crack, crack, crack... Bang!

Amid a series of cringe-inducing noises, the ice sculpture ultimately shattered.

The "Blood Descendant" did not even glance at the broken fragments on the ground; he lifted his head and looked at Arthur, his red pupils growing increasingly intense.

"According to the contract, we are now square."

"I thought that only by reaching the level of 'Mechanism Master,' 'War Elephant,' or 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' would the contract be considered fulfilled," the young Spirit Medium said with a playful smile on his face.

"It was clearly stated in the contract—I would provide you with some information about the Death Poetry Society in South Los, and you would lure out one of the advisors of the Old Lion of Inner Bay—anyone at advisor level would suffice," the "Blood Descendant" emphasized with a slight frown.

"Just a joke!

It was only a joke, has nobody ever told you that you severely lack a sense of humor?" the young Spirit Medium spread his hands in resignation.

Ignoring him, the "Blood Descendant" stated plainly.

"The contract is fulfilled!"

"That's it? You're not going any further?

You haven't asked anything at all," the young Spirit Medium pointed at the corpse on the ground.

"If you were still in good health, I would choose to dig deeper, but your recent battle with 'Shadow Snake' Ciudik has left you unable to utilize your full power in the short term—this becomes far too dangerous for me. I will wait for the day you're healed!

Also...

I need time to find the one hiding behind the scenes who unexpectedly exposed me. I never anticipated making my presence known in such a manner; I wouldn't be able to rest easy without properly "thanking" that person.

If you have any information about that individual, I'd be willing to pay a high price for it!"

Having said that, the "Blood Descendant" turned into a mist and disappeared from the spot.

"Truly more cautious and careful than I am!"

The young Spirit Medium once again shrugged his shoulders in resignation, while secretly thinking—

'You all saw that, didn't you?'