They all call me Great Master-Chapter 242 - 239: Cunning, Crafty, and Scheming Old Charlie

Ms. Camille and Miss Selina were both momentarily stunned, then exclaimed in unison.

"He didn’t come with you?"

"Isn’t he with you?"

After speaking, the two ladies exchanged glances.

Once they confirmed that the woman across from them was not lying, both women inwardly cursed, "Damn."

This was out of character for Old Charlie.

Although Old Charlie was a man who spared his affections, he was extremely serious about every relationship and was not the type to simply use someone and leave.

So, if Old Charlie had come to Barny, he would have certainly looked for Selina.

Even knowing that Camille was looking for him, he would definitely not hide; even if it meant being severely punished, he would not flee.

Even if it cost him his life, it would be the same.

Years ago, when facing the accusations of Baron Norvia’s daughter, Old Charlie preferred to let Baron Norvia stab him three times rather than dodge.

One should know that one of the stabbings had reached his heart.

It was the same when he faced the trial by the twins from the Glowgold Family of Sidon Fortress.

When the twins held daggers to his throat and asked Old Charlie to choose between them, Old Charlie honestly declared he couldn’t abandon either and promptly drew his own sword across his neck.

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If Baron Norvia’s daughter hadn’t happened to pass by at that moment, Old Charlie would have indeed died; but because of this, Old Charlie lost his voice for six months, stayed in Norvia Territory for six months, and then was stabbed three times by Baron Norvia and expelled from the territory, with a warning that if he dared enter Norvia Territory again, Baron would break Old Charlie’s legs.

However, once his injuries had nearly healed, Old Charlie deliberately broke his own legs, climbed up to Baron Novita’s daughter’s window, and crawled in.

Camille and Selina knew Old Charlie’s character well.

But precisely because of this, the two ladies were deeply worried.

For there was only one reason that could make Old Charlie avoid them—

Old Charlie had encountered danger and did not want to involve them.

"This old bastard is already 72 years old, what is there left that’s worth him risking his life!

He really lets no one…"

Selina cursed angrily, but she stopped midway through her words.

Because Old Charlie, that damn fellow, indeed had people worth risking his life for.

For example: them!

Old Charlie could risk his life for any one of them.

And then there was…

His family!

At this thought, Selina could no longer restrain herself and lifted her right hand, blowing a sharp whistle.

Half a minute later, the farm was swarming with over a hundred fierce and fully armed farmhands.

"Go find Old Charlie!

If he’s in Barny, find him and bring him back safely!"

"Yes, miss!"

Desa addressed Selina in the old familiar style.

Subsequently, the farmhands, organized in groups of ten as per the traditional old noble manner, dispersed into twelve teams and rushed into Barny to search for Old Charlie.

Watching this scene, Camille slightly frowned.

"Don’t bring more trouble to Old Charlie!"

"Heh, Barny has always been my home; it was in the past, it still is now, and it will be in the future."

Selina chuckled coldly, clearly unconcerned.

Time swiftly passed, and one cavalry squad after another returned to the farm—all the first eleven squads brought back no news of Old Charlie.

And when Desa’s squad returned with the same news, Selina became increasingly impatient; she paced around the room, and with every step, the sounds of fierce and aggressive howling followed.

"Inform the others!

Old Charlie has probably really encountered a massive problem—he told his grandson he was in Barny, which was probably to ensure Arthur would come straight to Barny should he run into trouble; after all, once Arthur was in Barny, you would definitely find Arthur and ensure his safety.

Unfortunately, that old bastard couldn’t have anticipated that Arthur had awakened the ’Spirit Medium Bloodline’ and is now thriving in South Los; he will probably be summoned by the Mother Tigress soon."

Speaking of this, Ms. Camille’s tone slightly soured.

Although those uncles of hers were impressive, was it Selina who Old Charlie trusted more?

While Ms. Camille felt sour, Miss Selina laughed heartily.

"Little Arthur?

That kid, when he was two years old, I held him. I wonder if he remembers me—Desa should take the ’Barny Family’s secret technique’ to Arthur, it should help him…"

"Ha, with no noble title, yet possessing Noble Secrets, do you want Arthur to be targeted by all the nobles of South County?"

Ms. Camille snorted coldly, interrupting Miss Selina’s speech.

"Barny can have a new heir!"

Miss Selina stiffened her neck, and her towering height of 2.2 meters immediately pressured Ms. Camille.

But Ms. Camille was used to it.

The lady spoke lightly—

"You yourself have lost your baronetcy and nominal territory. Arthur shouldn’t be dragged into the mire of the Barny House, and if you do this, do you believe the Glowgold Family twins and the madman from the Norvia Family wouldn’t step in to declare Arthur as having their family’s Bloodline and immediately announce him with first rights to succession.

What we need to do now is facilitate relations with the Mother Tigress so that Arthur can rightfully receive the ’Knight’ title from South Los, then acquire a piece of legitimate land and get promoted to a ’Lord’, and only then we can connive against the little Mother Tigress with Sidon Fortress, the Barny, the Norvia families, among others."

As she mentioned others, Ms. Camille pursed her lips, looking somewhat helpless and displeased.

Miss Selina was also fuming, her grip tightening around the iron sword on her waist. In the crackling sound, several finger prints emerged on the handle, looking at the ruined hilt, the lady simply pulled out the Longsword, and like kneading dough, she squeezed the entire Longsword into an iron ball.

"Hmph, if it weren’t for those guys, how could Charlie have been gotten by that woman!"

At the mention of that woman, even Ms. Camille couldn’t maintain her composure completely, her breathing grew much more rapid.

"She is a thing of the past.

Just a mere...

We really don’t need to be wary of her, and moreover, what we need to do now is find out what exactly happened to Charlie, this old bastard.

Only then will we be able to help him!"

Ms. Camille reminded Miss. Selina.

Afterward, inside the farm, both ladies quickly wrote letters heading to Norvia Territory and Sidon Fortress, but the remaining nine letters made the two ladies hesitant.

However, they eventually wrote them.

Soon, eleven pigeons, each with unique Bloodline traits, carried the eleven confidential letters, flying to different parts of the world—three to South County, three to North County, a secret location on the East Coast got one, and three pigeons flew directly towards the West Coast.

Even, one pigeon flew towards the deep sea.

But all these pigeons were ’intercepted’.

In a land filled with Shadows, a tall elderly man with silver hair, wearing monocle glasses and smiling with squinty eyes like a fox, suddenly became aware while striding forward.

"May you be safe."

As he said this, he simply waved his hand.

Separated by thousands of miles and hindered by special spaces and dimensions, yet unable to block this power, these unique Bloodline pigeons were immediately ’bewitched’.

This would be inconceivable to any being.

But it wasn’t difficult for the elderly man.

After all, he was the one who had bred these pigeons.

Yet a certain being did not know this.

The white warhorse pulled a pure white carriage amidst the low chanting of Lost Souls, slowly appearing before the elderly man.

The carriage door was gently opened, and an elderly gentleman in a black suit with slicked-back hair, meticulous in appearance, stepped down.

The old gentleman leaned on a Crowned Scepter, his right ring finger adorned with a pure silver ring embedded with white bone.

Shapeless winds stirred the Shadows around.

The Shadows, filled with vitality at that moment, also turned into withered leaves and rapidly withered away.

The old gentleman looked at the elderly man, handed over his scepter to his left hand, extended his right hand, and spoke with a smile—

"Long time no see, cunning, sly, and full of schemes, Charlie.

You swindled eighteen hundred years of life from me, isn’t it time you paid it back?"