They all call me Great Master-Chapter 215 - 212 When you can communicate with your abilities, it will become...

Saliva, incessant droplets of saliva ticking on the ground.

The figure dripping with saliva walked in the darkness, hunching its body, holding a straw doll labeled with the name ’Kledos,’ and mumbling nonstop—

’You are blind, you are deaf.

You cannot see, nor hear.’

Then, the figure threw the straw doll into a fire pit.

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There were several other straw doll figures in the fire pit, but under the blaze, the labels could no longer be seen, yet the charred skulls revealed themselves.

...

Sitting in the carriage, Linda Camille recounted what she had witnessed to Arthur, her face filled with fear and concern.

When she spoke of the skeletons in the fire pit, Linda’s figure trembled.

It took her a good ten seconds to recover under Arthur’s comfort.

"Although that guy kept saying ’cannot see,’ ’cannot hear,’ you must be able to see and hear, Arthur—still, do you think what we saw and heard might be a trap?

Or perhaps something distorted?"

Linda Camille asked the young ’Spirit Medium.’

Clearly, the incident with Edith, the daughter of the Bernice family this morning, had taught the young girl a harsh lesson.

What is seen is not necessarily real.

Especially after experiencing a battle, the ’Kledos Family’ bloodline began to grow rapidly.

"Prophecy itself is a complex thing.

No one can be certain until the last moment.

So, we can only prepare more,

even Divine Spirits can be deceived by prophecies."

Arthur leaned back in his seat, stroking Pendragon while chuckling lightly.

"Divine Spirits can be deceived?

To deceive Divine Spirits!"

When the girl said this, the young ’Spirit Medium’ clearly saw a mysterious brightness flicker in her eyes.

That brightness was filled with excitement and…

an indescribable contentment!

The young ’Spirit Medium’ saw this and his lips curled up slightly.

"Don’t think too much, how could an all-knowing, all-powerful being like a Divine Spirit miscalculate the moment of my death as being just before Its own?"

Speaking softly, the girl was first stunned, then it was as if she had opened the door to a new world.

"Could it really be like that?"

The girl muttered to herself.

"Of course it can be like that, after all…

the Milky Way is a river too!"

Arthur said with a laugh, yet his mind uncontrollably returned to ’Yumir Manor’—the young ’Spirit Medium’ never doubted what the girl said.

Not only because it had been verified before, but because the girl’s expressions were just too easy to read, even without ’Eagle Eye’ or ’Insight.’

Thus, Arthur believed Linda.

And it was this belief that made Arthur even more curious about what had happened at ’Yumir Manor.’

Could there really be someone who hated him that much?

Probably not?

He was so upright, kind, naive, reliable, young, and besides, his reputation couldn’t possibly have spread to the Mount Gale Region, could it have been…

Almost instantly, a picture of an old, handsome man with silver hair and squinty eyes burst into Arthur’s mind.

’No way! No way!

It couldn’t be you, old man, playing tricks, could it?’

The young Spirit Medium had wondered before how such a remote employer could have written a letter inviting him.

Turns out it was because of Old Charlie!

However, Arthur was not annoyed in the slightest; instead, he was even more eager to visit ’Yumir Manor.’

To see ’my grandfather’s romantic story’ with his own eyes was truly one of life’s joys.

But he, truly couldn’t leave.

One day has passed, and that guy Haite hasn’t shown a tiny bit of activity.

Suddenly, Arthur thought of something and turned his gaze towards Linda.

"Linda, have you heard of ’Haite Furniture Store’?"

The girl looked up, puzzled.

...

The police’s special carriage took a round on Garden Street.

Open and aboveboard, with no concealment.

And without stopping.

Therefore, no one would pay it any mind.

Eventually, the carriage stopped outside ’Amanda’s Cat Best Friend’s Home’—

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Linda looked downcast.

Arthur immediately raised his hand and patted Linda on the shoulder.

"What are you feeling down about?"

"Your Talent is good enough. Even the heirs of the Great Nobles don’t have Talent as good as yours—you’re just not used to it yet."

Arthur consoled his young aunt.

He certainly didn’t want a trivial matter like ’Haite’ to delay a Spirit Medium with boundless prospects.

No!

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say...

Prophet!

Of course, in the Pioneer Era, more people preferred to call it a seer.

But no matter what they called her, Arthur knew very well the importance of his young aunt—her joining would make his ’Shadow Count’ plan even more perfect.

"Is that so?"

Linda sounded unconvinced.

After all, the things Arthur could easily ’see’, she struggled greatly to see just a glimpse, and some she couldn’t see at all.

This gap made the young girl feel inadequate.

"Of course, that’s how it is."

Arthur comforted Linda, and seeing her still somewhat anxious expression, the young Spirit Medium couldn’t help but speak up—

"You must believe in yourself!

You need to learn to communicate with your abilities!

You don’t need to treat it as some sort of strange entity; just think of it as a friend who’s always there by your side."

While speaking, Arthur pointed at the Hand of Void holding Atos’s Box.

The Brightness of the Bluff started to flicker.

Linda blinked, seeming to understand something.

"A friend, huh?

Can I give it a name?"

The young girl almost instinctively thought about her three cats.

Arthur really wanted to correct the difference between a friend and a pet.

However, before he could say anything, the girl had already exclaimed—

"The World!

My friend’s name is The World!

Having a friend is like having the world!"

"It’s a friend, not a stand-in..."

Arthur emphasized, but Linda had already started sensing the presence of her friend and closed her eyes, reaching out with her hands.

At that moment, Arthur caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye and said no more—the young Spirit Medium opened the car door and walked towards a nearby alley where Marinda’s coachman was waiting.

He had spotted Edwin just as they passed Haite Furniture Store.

Edwin had seen Arthur as well.

Their eyes met, and they understood each other’s thoughts.

"How is it?"

"This guy is too quiet!

Something’s off!"

Marinda’s coachman furrowed his brows and began to tell Arthur about the day they had spent tailing this guy.

They had divided into three teams, six people constantly watching him.

And this guy?

He hadn’t made a single move.

Not that he hadn’t done anything at all; at least he had bandaged his wounds and ordered Food from a private chef—they had people investigate the chef, and everything about the Food and the menu was normal, nothing unusual.

"This guy is too calm, he must have some way of sending messages."

Edwin was very sure of it.

Arthur agreed; a prisoner so calm clearly had something to rely on.

Just as Arthur was about to ask further, Linda inside the carriage, having expanded her search, unwittingly touched one of the Hands of Void. Even though Arthur immediately had the Hand of Void move away, Linda had still felt that palm.

The young girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking out of the carriage at Arthur, she said.

"I understand! I understand!

It has to be humanoid!

Thank you, Arthur, I need to think this over carefully now!"

Without waiting for Arthur to respond, the young girl jumped down from the carriage and rushed towards Amanda’s Cat Best Friend’s Home—having three kittens, the young girl needed to refill the litter and cat food more often than one would expect.

Lady Amanda, holding a steaming cup of tea, greeted the girl who burst in suddenly.

Seeing that cup of hot tea, Arthur suddenly squinted—

He knew how Haite was transmitting messages now!