They all call me Great Master-Chapter 213 - 210: Merchants, Merchants, and Merchants!

Arthur, Malz, Dico, and others were standing outside the door, along with Mr. and Mrs. Bernice.

However, it was Mr. Bernice who kicked open the door.

This esteemed gentleman of South Los glared at his daughter on the floor, fury rising in his eyes. Without uttering another word, he picked up the flexible sword from the ground and stabbed at his daughter.

Mrs. Bernice sobbed quietly, yet she did not intervene.

Because she knew that Edith, having done such a thing, deserved no sympathy from anyone and had to be punished.

Even though...

It was heartbreaking!

Otherwise, the Bernice family would be the ones to suffer.

Mrs. Bernice knew this; Mr. Bernice was even more aware of it.

Thus, the gentleman showed no mercy.

At the side, Linda slightly relaxed, but she still felt it was not perfect—being one of the heirs to the Kledos bloodline always gave her a unique perspective.

However, Linda was not yet accustomed to it.

Among those present, however, there were those who were accustomed and had long since excelled at it.

"Wait!"

When Arthur called out softly, he had already appeared next to Mr. Bernice, his palm seizing the other’s wrist, and his words flowed out unceasingly—

"Mr. Bernice, please calm down.

Although facing such misfortune is enough to break anyone’s heart, we must understand that it is the members of the ’Death Poetry Society’ who instigated Edith and your enemies who exacerbated the situation, turning it into what it is now.

So, we need to talk."

As he spoke, Arthur looked toward Bernice.

Bernice also looked toward Arthur.

Their gazes intersected.

A second later, the flexible sword was thrown on the ground.

"Lord Kledos, please come to my study; we need to have a serious talk."

Mr. Bernice invited the young ’Spirit Medium’.

"Of course!"

The young ’Spirit Medium’ gladly accepted the invitation.

From beginning to end, the young ’Spirit Medium’ didn’t glance once at Edith on the ground—although he wished she would just die right then, Bernice absolutely could not be the one to do it.

Because that would be misdirected rage!

Did Bernice hate Edith?

Of course, he hated her so much he wanted to kill this daughter who had caused his younger son’s death.

But that certainly didn’t mean Bernice’s heart was undisturbed.

Perhaps in a moment of impulse, Bernice would indeed have done it, but what about afterwards?

When had cooled down, Bernice would definitely regret it, and as soon as he regretted it, this Mr. Bernice would certainly need to rationalize his actions.

And what better rationale than ’There were too many people around; I had to consider the reputation of the Bernice family’?

None!

That was the perfect excuse, and once Mr. Bernice found this justification, the next step would be to start shifting the blame.

Most likely he would conclude: it was because people like Arthur were watching that I felt compelled to act.

And with that conclusion, he would convince those around him who blamed him.

Such as his wife, his eldest son, and so on.

And by that time, Arthur would inexplicably have gained a new enemy.

Therefore, Edith needed to die, but not here.

She had to die at the hands of the ’Death Poetry Society’!

Because Edith knew too much, and they were killing to silence her!

The ’Death Poetry Society’ had caused him so much trouble; it was only right that he occasionally reciprocate, wasn’t it?

Even if members of the ’Death Poetry Society’ came forward, no one would believe them.

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Beyond that, there was the most crucial part—

Benefits!

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Arthur needed to plan the initial arrangements for "Mr. Wu’s Exchange," and the Bernice family’s warehouse was an indispensable part.

Following Mr. Bernice, he entered a private study where the young "Spirit Medium" saw the gentleman retrieve a bottle of wine and two glasses from behind a bookshelf.

After the young "Spirit Medium" gestured with his hand, Mr. Bernice poured himself a glass, drank it down in one gulp, and then poured another for himself.

However, the wine bottle and the other glass were put back behind the bookshelf.

Mr. Bernice, holding his glass, walked back toward the young "Spirit Medium," unbuttoning his shirt collar as he walked.

Throughout the process, the young "Spirit Medium" maintained a smile and kept silent.

"Eagle Eye," "Insight" were constantly flickering.

’The first drink, the emotions had already settled.

The pouring thereafter was in contemplation.

Unbuttoning the shirt collar was to mislead me.’

’Huh, should it be said that he is indeed a great merchant with a background in shipping?’ he mused.

With a clear understanding in his heart, Arthur was not in the least troubled, instead, he breathed a sigh of relief—he did not wish to discuss the ’borrowing’ of dock warehouse rights with an angry father.

That would lead nowhere.

Negotiating with a cool-headed and astute businessman, however, was a different matter.

Especially now that he had leverage, everything was about to change.

As the other man gestured for him to sit, Arthur immediately sat down on the opposite sofa but still didn’t speak.

At this moment, waiting for the other party to speak was the best option.

After sipping his wine again, Mr. Bernice sighed heavily—

"I’m very sorry to have troubled you, 20,000 Gold Coins will subsequently be delivered to No. 2 Cork Street, and I will add another 20,000 Gold Coins, hoping you will accept it," he said.

Mr. Bernice looked genuinely apologetic and sincere as if he truly wanted to make amends to Arthur.

"Thank you for your patronage.

However, the ’Spirit Medium’ does not accept money beyond the agreed remuneration," Arthur said, smiling and shaking his head politely in refusal.

While 40,000 Gold Coins was a lot, it was not enough to handle the current situation.

Mr. Bernice caught this implication.

This made him realize that this time, he might really need to bleed heavily.

Looking at the young ’Spirit Medium’ smiling before him, Mr. Bernice always felt like he was seeing a little fox that had stolen a hen, smiling so irritatingly...

Angry!

Yet, Mr. Bernice did not truly get angry, instead, he tentatively asked another question.

"What do you think of Edith?"

"And what do you think of Marinda Julius Caesar?" Arthur asked with a smile in reply.

In his heart, Arthur softly applauded Mr. Bernice.

Undoubtedly, the man had likely guessed what he wanted, preparing to use his daughter as a bargaining chip to pull him onto the Bernice family’s carriage.

This solved the reputation problem perfectly and also gained his support.

More importantly, someone would be able to watch over his own daughter.

Even if it meant parting with some dock warehouse rights, it was a huge win.

It was a win-win-win situation.

’Is this what it means to be a self-made great merchant?’ Arthur thought to himself, while Mr. Bernice kept insisting.

"Miss Caesar’s excellence is beyond doubt, but Edith can do better—she now owns 20 percent of the Bernice family’s succession rights, and with the unfortunate incident that befell Clay, the 20 percent of his rights, I am also willing to leave to someone who can bring happiness to Edith."

Listening to Mr. Bernice’s words, Arthur for the first time was glad he didn’t have the ability to see souls, otherwise, he might not have been able to resist, right?

Poor Clay!

He was such a fool!

With this sentiment in his heart, Arthur stood up to the surprised gaze of Mr. Bernice, walked straight to the door, opened it, and said as he opened his mouth—

"I’m not good with words, so…"

"Why don’t you talk to her personally?"

Outside the door, Marinda stood with a frosty expression, smoking a pipe.