They all call me Great Master-Chapter 413 - 410: South Los Love Story

Scott's words made Arthur sit up abruptly.

He swore, Scott had definitely done it on purpose.

And indeed, it was so—

As the words fell, the newly appointed editor-in-chief of the "Horn Report" quietly lifted the corner of the tent flap, not fully, just a crack.

Upon discovering that the tent housed only Arthur and Pendragon, a clear look of disappointment crossed Scott's face.

"What are you disappointed by?

Are you being polite?

Are you sullying my character?"

Arthur repeatedly said to his friend.

"I absolutely wouldn't doubt your character, Arthur, let alone think you'd do something dishonorable—I'm just making a simple deduction!"

Scott lifted his right index finger and shook it several times.

"Deduction?"

Arthur, taken aback, looked at Scott with surprise.

"Yes, deduction!

You gave South Town to Miss Caesar, wouldn't she be moved?

And under such emotions, isn't it natural she might be unable to restrain herself?

If you wouldn't initiate, but she does, shouldn't there be sparks flying passionately?

Scott said solemnly.

"Ah yes, exactly!

You're right!

It's a waste of Talent if you don't write novels!

Do you believe if Marinda were still here, she'd have already slapped your face and thrown you out by now?"

Arthur rolled his eyes and lay back down.

"I believe it!

But, isn't it because Miss Caesar isn't here?

Only my good friend Arthur is!"

Scott chuckled as he moved closer, the young editor-in-chief pulled up a stool and sat down next to Arthur's couch, taking out paper and pen.

Clearly, an interview was about to begin.

Arthur didn't mind.

To earn more XP, he needed such interviews.

However, before starting, Arthur specifically inquired—

"Did Swordsmanship Master Julie remind you?"

"She reminded me, what shouldn't be written must not be written.

Moreover, the Swordsmanship Master has already taken action with her team.

She assured me that by the time the top four are decided, your match with Kangsion of the 'Whale Slaying Sword' will appear justifiable, at least in the eyes of the common folk."

Scott's face bore a bitter smile.

However, he didn't complain further.

Having seen part of the world's truth, this newly appointed editor-in-chief understood that some things were better known by only a few people.

Otherwise, it would only cause panic and chaos.

Just like the 'Blazing Wind' Greta they encountered that day.

If people knew that this pirate was not just cruel but possessed strength beyond ordinary humans' imagination, most would be driven to despair.

And when such despair spread, no one could be sure of the outcomes.

"Alas, so my special issue must now tackle other aspects!

If you want to depict the 'Swordsmanship Competition' of South Los, you can't just write about the 'Swordsmanship Competition' of South Los, you have to write about its local customs, its richness and beauty, you have to write about the competitors—

Like: the love story between the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los and the 'Lady of the Eternal Night'?"

Scott said, looking at Arthur with an expectant face.

The curiosity brimming in his eyes was palpably tangible.

Arthur could assure that Scott was not just in it for the report, he simply enjoyed gobbling up the gossip.

And him?

As a friend, how could he not satisfy his friend's appetite for juicy stories?

Definitely not for XP!

"It's all about helping others for fun!"

Arthur thought to himself, his voice slowly breaking the silence—

"The moment I first saw Marinda, I knew she was the love of my life..."

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Because of the "Mystic Side," horror stories could not be written.

But one could always write love stories, right?

Sappy love stories wouldn't attract any dreadful peeping, would they?

Arthur began to spin his tales.

These stories were highly exaggerated, but with the premise of 'from South Town,' everything seemed plausible.

"Gasp, you even climbed up onto Miss Caesar's garden window ledge?"

In the records, Scott looked at Arthur with admiration usually reserved for warriors.

Not me!

It wasn't me!

Don't make things up!

I was just purely dedicated to 'art'!

Paying homage to 17-year-old Romeo and 13-year-old Juliet.

"You know, love always clouds the judgment—even for me, and for Marinda, I did some things that were completely illogical.

Those things, even to the current me, remain unbelievable."

Arthur revealed a wistful smile.

"So, after encountering those things now, would you refuse them?"

Scott, now in professional mode, began to keenly identify points of interest in the conversation.

"No!

I would still do it the same way.

Even if it's unbelievable, even if it's baffling, I'd still do it because—

She is Marinda."

Arthur shook his head firmly, his gaze then softened.

It was a softness Scott had never seen before.

Until now, Scott had not understood love.

Because it was invisible, intangible.

But from that moment on, Scott understood what love looked like.

It was the way Arthur spoke of Marinda.

That was, indeed, love!

As if inspiration had sparked deep in his brain, Scott began to write fervently.

Moreover, unconsciously, this new editor began to embellish the love story between Arthur and Marinda.

Arthur, holding Pendragon, quietly left the tent.

He was not in the habit of disturbing others at their work.

'If you have to create a weakness, let it be a thorough one!

Thank you, Marinda!

Thank you for volunteering to be 'lovers' with me!'

Feeling the warm afternoon breeze, basking in the sunlight, Arthur let out a heartfelt sigh and then turned his attention to the arena.

The match between Bern and Bedivere had already concluded.

Even though Bodweil was talented, fast, and agile, he still lost to Bern, who also had exceptional talent and more extensive combat experience.

Bern had smoothly advanced to the semifinals.

The coach from Joe Jock Swordsmanship Club was full of joy and excitement.

While his opponent, Bedivere, felt saddened yet kindly and sincerely congratulated his own coach and rival.

As the two walked down from the arena.

The third match did not start immediately but followed the previous pattern, featuring a song and dance performance—a paid attraction during the intermission.

Similarly, such performances were intended to attract more spectators, allowing the surrounding vendors to feel their money was well spent.

Arthur was not well-versed in song and dance.

However, at the end of the performance, he still gave a round of applause.

Then 'Storm Sword' Deljo and Lord Ernest's nephew stepped onto the arena.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the arena, a figure quietly approached Arthur.