They all call me Great Master-Chapter 307 - 304: Greetings from the Kledos Family!

Inner Bay, somewhere.

In the depths of the night, Faske, who was already balding, removed his glasses and stared at the flickering candle flame, slightly lost in thought.

Another failure!

The operation targeting the ’Spirit Medium’ had not only failed but had also cost Melvil his involvement. Including Sinclair, this time the ’Spirit Medium’ had uprooted nearly all the South Los Territory’s spies belonging to them, just after the enemy had cleared their spies from South Los not long before.

Thinking of this, Faske felt a headache coming on.

The female assistant next to him, upon noticing this, immediately brought over a thick black coffee and the Mint Elixir for Faske.

And most considerately, she opened the Mint Elixir and applied it to Faske’s temples.

The movements of this female assistant were gentle and professional.

More importantly, her gaze towards Faske was filled with admiration.

Because this female assistant was well aware of the man’s achievements - Faske, as one of the ’Seven Golden Mane Advisors’ of the Duke of the Inner Bay, was in charge of all matters related to South Los.

One could say that the Old Lion had put the South Los Family into a breathless state, and aside from the Mother Tigress’s youth, a significant part of the credit went to this unassuming man before her.

For twenty years, this man had achieved great feats time and again.

Truly…

A fine target!

The female assistant who was gently massaging Faske’s temples suddenly had a fierce look in her eyes, and her fingers on Faske’s temple clawed violently inward.

Snap!

The head burst open like a watermelon.

However, it wasn’t Faske’s.

Instead, it was the female assistant’s.

Or rather, to be precise, the substituted female assistant’s.

Blood and brain matter hadn’t quite splattered in the true sense of the word, as they, along with the body, were pulled into the Shadows by an invisible power without dirtying anything in the office.

"Go see if Rita is okay," Faske said toward the direction of the Shadows while remaining seated.

Afterward, his brow furrowed tightly.

He wasn’t concerned about the assassination that had just occurred.

He faced such low-level assassination attempts two or three times a year; he was used to it. The reason he frowned was still because of that ’Spirit Medium’.

"Arthur Kledos!" This Golden Mane Advisor muttered the name.

Facing the ’Spirit Medium’ who had suddenly appeared in his sights, he always felt that something was off.

But he had no evidence.

Still, he would never ignore his own intuition. Find more chapters on novelbuddy

Therefore, he picked up pen and paper and began to write.

Previously, he had investigated and found out that the other party had an aunt studying at St. Joan of Arc Girls’ College—on learning this news, he had people secretly monitor her.

Now?

It was time for contact.

As for capture?

He would never let his subordinates do so until the very last moment.

Of course, based on the ’Spirit Medium’s performance, his subordinates were definitely no match for that Cassandra Kledos.

Thinking of this, Faske felt his headache worsen.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the little hair he had left.

He knew that if this continued, he would have to say goodbye to the few ’friends’ he had left.

This made Faske feel quite helpless.

But there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, as long as he completed the task at hand, he could retire.

He wouldn’t go out to see as Delong did.

Because he didn’t want to lose his life in South Los like Delong.

He would choose a farm near Inner Bay and live out the rest of his days there.

On this, he was confident the Grand Duke would agree.

Of course, he had to handle the current situation well first—

"That troublesome ’Kledos Family,’ I hope you won’t…"

Pfft!

Faske’s speech came to an abrupt halt.

A longsword had been thrust into the body of the Golden Mane Advisor from behind his head, the tip protruding out of his mouth, as fresh blood dripped down onto the just-written note, completely drenching the surname ’Kredos’ in red.

At death’s door, Faske tried to see who the person was, but under the special binding of the longsword, he was utterly immobilized.

Quickly, Faske lost all signs of life.

The entire office was then engulfed in flames.

To the outside world, this was just an ordinary fire, not worth fussing over.

Internally, however, it caused a huge uproar.

Faske, one of the Grand Duke’s Seven Golden Mane Advisors, had been killed so easily in his office, leaving the remaining advisors terrified.

It was also sufficient to enrage the Grand Duke.

In no time, the Inner Bay became a place of turbulent undercurrents, with countless secret police rushing back and forth, searching for the killer.

Meanwhile, on the high tower of the Inner Bay Bell Tower, where no one was paying attention, Cassandra looked out at the now choppy waters of the Inner Bay and murmured—

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Prince Severus, the Kledos Family sends their regards!"

As her words fell, Cassandra leaped forth, her body vanishing like the wind without touching the ground.

And the very moment Cassandra disappeared, several figures appeared at that spot, showing confusion in their eyes after a thorough check.

They then hurried to the next location.

...

Arthur’s journey back to South Los was very smooth.

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There were no disturbances, nor any accidents.

All the troubles that used to crop up had vanished at this moment.

Because of this, Arthur looked at his gloves and sword with a tender gaze—the young Spirit Medium believed this was the merit of these two props.

It was because of "Daniel’s Hope" and the "Hunter’s Longsword" that his luck had improved.

They had freed him from the troubles brought about by bad luck.

However, missing the ’Harvest Festival’ was a regret for the young Spirit Medium.

He had been looking forward to this first major festival in the new world.

But there was nothing he could do.

Following behind the convoy, it took them a week and a half to return to South Los.

The munitions, especially the Little Emperor Cannon, were just too heavy.

Even the finest horses had trouble dragging them for long periods.

They had to divide the task into four batches each day to ensure the horses shouldering the main transportation had ample rest, and the next day, these horses had to be assigned to less strenuous tasks.

Otherwise, the horses would never make it back to South Los; they’d die en route.

But the long journey ended as the convoy entered South Los Territory.

Arthur watched as Simon set off with Hunter and Newt.

Just a moment ago, the three had moved the books and containers they had brought back from Yumir Manor—these were not important; the important things, Arthur always carried with him.

After checking the growth of the catnip and cat grass,

And ensuring that Merlin had done his job well, Arthur, carrying the still-sleeping Pendragon who had just taken the last 1 milliliter of Griffin Physique Potion, entered No. 2 Cork Street.

"Kuliqi, this is our home now.

The upstairs is full of machinery traps, so you’ll need to be careful.

Downstairs, aside from the secret chamber and Grandpa’s, Uncle’s, and Aunt’s rooms, you can go anywhere."

As Arthur placed Pendragon in the oversized cat’s nest in the Spirit Medium Parlor, he introduced his hound to the layout of No. 2 Cork Street.

The six Hands of Void had already neatly arranged the less important books and experimental containers inside the Spirit Medium Parlor.

As for the rest?

Arthur planned to put them in his bedroom.

Having grown used to sleeping in the Spirit Medium Parlor, he decided to convert his original bedroom into a laboratory and library.

And this wasn’t difficult, just some simple moving and arranging.

In less than half an hour, the young Spirit Medium had finished everything and stretched lazily, preparing to catch up on some sleep—within six hours, that is.

Having returned to South Los this morning, he hadn’t had a proper sleep.

But just as the young Spirit Medium settled in, he abruptly opened his eyes in surprise and looked at his cat—

Huh??!