They all call me Great Master-Chapter 236 - 233 Gunshots Ring Out in Bernice Manor at Dawn!

The early morning on Cork Street maintained its due tranquility and vitality, thanks to the efforts of the Countess’s guard.

The cries of the paperboys, like alarm clocks, roused each family from their sleep, as mothers began to prepare breakfast and fathers habitually went out to buy newspapers.

Familiar neighbors greeted each other in the yards.

When Old Charlie was around, he always greeted the surrounding neighbors with an enthusiastic smile.

After Arthur took over, it was the same—although with Arthur’s recent rise to fame in the past half month, the neighbors’ smiles turned somewhat stiff when they saw him.

Moreover, they would quickly return indoors using various excuses and pretenses.

It was no different this morning—

"Good morning!"

"Morning, morning, sorry, I need to use the bathroom!"

Arthur waved to the neighbor ’Mr. Duer’ next door, who, said to work at a trading company and even hold a mid-level management position, stutteringly responded before turning and running into the house—as Arthur remembered, the talkative Mr. Duer always chatted with Old Charlie for at least ten minutes, or even longer.

But not like now.

’Alas, time passes and never returns…’

Arthur sighed, his gaze shifting to Mr. Bernice who was walking to the door with his butler and three bodyguards.

"Good morning!"

Arthur smiled warmly at Mr. Bernice.

This businessman would not flee like Mr. Duer did.

On the contrary, the businessman responded with a smile—

"Did you foresee my arrival?

Mr. Kledos’s abilities truly astonish me!"

Unlike the previous caution and wariness.

With the experience of the previous day, this businessman appeared much more enthusiastic.

Of course, a more important reason was that he had a favor to ask.

Of this, Arthur was well aware.

"If waking up early with a reading habit can be called ’foresight,’ then South Los would definitely have several thousand ’prophets’

Arthur joked, gestured to the paperboy, paid him, then invited Mr. Bernice into No. 2 Cork Street.

Of the three bodyguards, only one, carrying a huge box, followed them in, while the other two stayed outside the door. Even this bodyguard didn’t truly enter the Spirit Medium Parlor; after setting down the box, he respectfully stepped back outside. Only Arthur, Mr. Bernice, and his butler were left inside the parlor.

"This is the agreed reward from yesterday—20,000 Gold Coins!"

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Mr. Bernice pointed at the box and said.

Then he took a small black velvet pouch from his chest, containing a ruby the size of a thumb, and pushed both the stone and the pouch towards Arthur.

"This is my additional thanks to you, and I hope you can understand the concerns of a father."

As he spoke, the businessman’s eyes revealed a plea when he looked at Arthur.

Arthur glanced at the ruby without showing any effect and marveled once again at the wealth of the businessman—the size, the brightness, the value of that ruby was definitely no less than that of the box of Gold Coins.

Giving away 40,000 Gold Coins in one go far exceeded the fortune that Haite had carefully and cautiously amassed over half his life.

This wasn’t because Haite wasn’t diligent enough, but because the industry that Mr. Bernice was in was too special.

’Cargo ships and land… Truly wealthy!

Truly seizing the era!’

Arthur nodded with a smile.

"Understood!"

"That’s good! That’s good!"

The businessman repeated, his tone rising uncontrollably with a touch of relief the second time he spoke, after which he assured Arthur further.

"I will definitely discipline Edith well!

I will not let her take a single step outside the Bernice family manor again!"

"There could be nothing better!"

Arthur’s smile remained, but inwardly, he scoffed repeatedly.

Not take a single step outside the Bernice family manor?

Such words, he could never believe them.

In the beginning, perhaps it would be so.

What happened next?

With the passage of time, such prohibitions are bound to become nothing but empty shells.

Yesterday, Arthur had decided that Edith mustn’t be allowed to live—with her twisted character, combined with the wealth of the Bernice family, as long as she was alive, Arthur felt that he could never sleep soundly.

Not to mention her secret technique of manipulating pigeons.

The ’Pigeon Breeder’ had only learned some fundamentals from her, without involving the ’Mystic Side’, while Edith’s control had already touched upon the ’Mystic Side’.

Whether she learned it unintentionally on her own or was taught by someone, this indicated that she posed a greater threat—and the level of threat was not just about losing sleep, but about making food lose its flavor.

So, just now, Wuni set off with a ’gift’ in hand.

At this moment, he could already see the Bernice family manor from a distance.

At the same time, he could make out a person—using his almost superhuman vision.

A familiar face!

Old Charlie, the butler from Camille’s house!

The now off-duty Old Charlie was clad in rugged grey-brown clothing, draped with withered branches and leaves, covered in mud all over his body, especially his grizzled hair, which was thoroughly concealed as he lay prone on a hill outside the Bernice manor, holding a long-barreled firearm, aiming at a specific part of the Bernice manor.

That was...

Edith’s bedroom!

When Arthur confirmed the room through Wuni’s vision, the old butler pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A clearly specially crafted bullet shot out of the barrel, and after covering a distance of 300 meters, it hit the target dead on.

The head of Edith, daughter of the Bernice family, burst like a watermelon dropped from a great height, splattering on impact.

The sound of the body hitting the ground alerted the others in the manor, and two Mystic Side Persons, clearly more than ordinary, rushed into Edith’s bedroom.

After that, they charged toward the hill where Old Charlie was.

Old Charlie didn’t move an inch, lying there still.

Only when the two were within less than 50 meters of him did he suddenly trigger the machinery he had set up the night before.

Boom!

The explosives roared, and a fireball rolled.

The two Mystic Side Persons were directly obliterated.

Watching this unfold, Old Charlie showed no excitement; he took it as routine, first retreating slowly to a safe distance before standing up with the distinctively shaped firearm in hand.

He just calmly waited there for 10 minutes, a clear disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"Bernice... you too, have grown old," he muttered, lifting his head to look at the crow with the explosives, showing a warm smile before bowing respectfully in a standard greeting.

Afterward, he dove into the woods beside the hill, completely concealing himself as if he had become invisible.

Arthur, witnessing this through Wuni’s vision, let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Sharpshooter!

A genuine sharpshooter!

Arthur knew that Ms. Camille’s inheritance of the family business was no simple matter, but he had never imagined that her butler would be a sharpshooter. Those who were with the sharpshooter...

’Tch, my grandfather, you’ve tangled with a formidable lady!’

But if you can cover for me, if you’ve tangled with such ladies, can I just lay back and relax?

Perhaps, in my old age, I could write a book titled "How I Lived a Rich and Leisurely Life Thanks to My Grandfather’s Powerful Abilities"?’

These were the fantasies that Arthur couldn’t help but entertain in his mind.

As for Wuni being discovered?

Never underestimate a sharpshooter’s eyes, just as one should never underestimate their intuition.

Even Arthur felt that Wuni’s discovery of Old Charlie might have been deliberate, a gesture of goodwill.

After all, Old Charlie surely knew about the relationship between Old Charlie and Ms. Camille, and the fact that Old Charlie was still alive was enough to suggest that the butler recognized him.

’Still, how did my grandfather manage to win the recognition of a sharpshooter? Hmm, could it be...’

For some reason, Arthur’s mind wandered to the firearms stored in his family’s armory.

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Suddenly, the young Spirit Medium’s heart skipped a beat.

Moreover, the young Spirit Medium didn’t conceal his reaction at that moment, and the prominent businessman Bernice immediately noticed the oddity. Without waiting for his inquiry, the young Spirit Medium’s expression changed—

"Not good!"