They all call me Great Master

Why did Arthur and the "Blood Descendants" need to put on a double act?

Of course, because there was an audience!

The stalkers driven away by the serpent had retreated, but something had been left behind.

With Fujin's eyes, Arthur could see it clearly.

Thus, Arthur decided to reveal more information—

It wasn't just that his cooperation with the "Blood Descendants" needed to be known by more people, but also the fact that he was "seriously injured" had to be widely recognized.

The former was to set people at ease.

This included, but was not limited to, Marinda.

Of course, this lady's priority was at the very front.

After all, she brought him the most benefits.

And the latter?

To some extent, it was even more important than the former.

Arthur knew his own strength clearly.

In very special circumstances, he feared nothing; but under normal conditions, he was like a paper giant, easily punctured with a poke.

And situations that could be considered special were naturally few and far between.

Mostly, it was still typical circumstances.

So, he needed to create more advantageous conditions for battle.

Anyone facing someone who was severely wounded would let their guard down.

And that gave him an opportunity.

Of course, what's more important was his own strength.

'Soon, very soon.

Tonight is the full moon!'

Arthur thought to himself as he put Pendragon back in the cage and, taking a shovel from the carriage, started to bury bodies— the "Blood Descendants" had already searched the dead for him.

With continuous use, Arthur became more familiar with the power of the "Blood Descendants."

His control over the power was also becoming more refined.

At least, when covering his enemies with frost power, he could 'feel' whether there were any valuable items inside the corpses' clothes or on their bodies.

Like Sinclair, who was currently being buried.
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There were no real Arcane Artifacts on him, only two scrolls, which were also damaged under the frost power.

'For an advisor of the Old Lion of Inner Bay to be this poor, he must be the least regarded in the advisory group.

It's precisely because of this that he came to South Los to try his luck, hoping for a significant discovery that would win the Old Lion's favor.'

Just like the "Staff Group" of the Earl of South Los.

The Grand Duke of the Inner Bay also had a similar entity, known as the "Advisory Group."

Similarly, such "Advisory Groups" also had ranks, including "Standard Advisor," "Silver Mane Advisor," and "Golden Mane Advisor," which corresponded to the Earl of South Los's "16th Staff Team," "66th Staff Group," and "Staff Group," as recognized by the outside world.

Of course, these were just the public claims.

What was known to the outside world.

Arthur guessed that besides these, there certainly were entities unknown to the outside world.

However, those were not what he could access at the moment.

Right now, he just hoped for darkness to hasten.

He was looking forward to the changes the Ritual "Orange Cat" would bring him.

'Hope it's not too bad!'

In the face of such crucial moments, even Arthur felt a bit nervous, and the best way to alleviate nervousness was—eating, or petting a cat.

Conveniently, Arthur had both conditions met.

After laying the Inner Bay advisor's body to rest and confirming that the 'eyes' had disappeared, Arthur set up the iron pot and started cooking 'dry food'—it was a type of food similar to military rations he was aware of.

You just need to boil water, immerse them in it, and after repeatedly boiling, they would form a food similar to 'porridge.'

Of course, don't expect it to taste very good.

But it was enough to fill the stomach.

In the early stages of the Seven Years' War, it was popular among new recruits, and by the end of the Seven Years' War, it was despised by the majority of the veterans.

Those who praised and loathed it were the same people.

However, there were also some oddballs who always loved it.

For example: Malz.

These dry rations were provided by Malz, a full sack of them.

As the old police chief put it, "This is the standard ration for a soldier for one month, carrying it on the road will put you at ease."

Arthur agreed with this.

He knew well that when a person is truly hungry, they are no longer human.

All ethics and morals would be thrown out of mind.

Only one thing remains…

Eat!

What's being eaten?

It doesn't matter.

As long as it's edible, it's good enough.

Arthur stirred his spoon in the pot, the porridge bland and tasteless, so he began to add sugar to it—anything tastes good once it becomes sweet.

Simon also agreed on this point.

The apprentice policeman who had caught two wild rabbits came back, his nostrils flaring as he smelled the aroma.

"It smells so good!"

The sweet scent gave the apprentice policeman plenty of motivation to head to the creek to skin and gut the animals—rabbits in early autumn had become plump, especially around the hind legs, where the fine layers of fat turned to liquid under the flames and, with the rotation of the iron spit, ran all over the body.

When a large amount of pepper, salt, and cumin were sprinkled on, the fragrance of the fat burst forth, making those who smelled it swallow their saliva involuntarily.

"Advisor."

The apprentice policeman handed the fatter of the two legs to Arthur and chose the other for himself.

And the foreleg meat, which had never touched spices, was for Pendragon.

The two men and a cat happily proceeded with their lunch.

In the afternoon, Arthur spread out the soft sheepskin blanket and lay down on it, snuggling with Pendragon as he fell into a deep sleep.

It was Arthur's turn to keep watch last night, so naturally, catching up on sleep at this time was to be expected.

Simon had no complaints and began to clean up the surroundings quietly and gather more firewood.

By the time the apprentice policeman came back with firewood for the fourth time, the sky had already darkened gradually.

As the flames in the fire pit leaped up with the addition of the wood, the sun had fully set.

With nightfall, Arthur let go of the struggling Pendragon, who, sitting beside him with a disgusted face, then began to groom himself.

Arthur waited patiently until Pendragon finished grooming, then the young 'Spirit Medium', with hands full of water, deliberately stroked Pendragon from head to toe.

The little cat's green eyes stared at Arthur, filled with disbelief.

His meows were filled with dissatisfaction.

But in the end, he could only resign himself to grooming again.

"Advisor, you and Pan have such a great relationship!"

Simon, who had already prepared dinner, had envy written all over his face.

"Believe me, having a cat brings joy!

You could get one too!"

Arthur offered the suggestion to the apprentice policeman.

Immediately, the apprentice policeman scratched his head.

He would like to as well.

But living in the police dormitory, he didn't have the conditions for it.

'When I become a regular and have my own single dorm, I'm going to get a cat!' thought the apprentice policeman to himself.

There's no need to go into detail about the simple dinner, and, using 'You need to drive tomorrow' as an excuse, Arthur rejected the apprentice policeman's offer to keep watch and quietly waited for him to fall into a deep sleep before standing up and walking to the fire pit.

He placed six of Pendragon's whiskers, a fresh sprig of catnip, a stick of silvervine, 50 grams of salt, and 100 grams of dried fish into a clean cast-iron pot, following the requirements of the "Orange Cat" ritual.

Once the six whiskers had completely dissolved into the salt, Arthur crushed the remaining ingredients with force.

Then he took out the Golden Acorn, carefully placing it into the pot.

After doing all this, the young 'Spirit Medium' took a slight breath and waited for the transformation.

Ten seconds later—

Meow~

The crisp and tender sound of a cat's meow brought a smile to Arthur's face.