They all call me Great Master-Chapter 440 437: The Arrogance of the Visitors is Equal to Their Humility!

Standing by the carriage, Fengter was dressed in a black suit and wore a wide-brimmed hat filled with the traditional noble style of South Los, decorated with a bunch of white swan feathers—he, as a young man, preferred pure hunting attire or a simpler suit.

But Butler Vick did not allow him to do so.

And this time, he rarely followed the old butler's advice.

Because—

this matter concerned the face of the Doyle family.

You should know that many nobles would attend the lady's inheritance of the title.

"Young Master, remember to address Elder Brother Arthur when you see Young Master Arthur,"

Old Butler Vick admonished Fengter.

"Okay, I know." Fengter said with a resigned expression.

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The young lord and heir always felt that his previous relationship with Arthur was adequate and it didn't need to change, but the old butler informed him that it must change.

"Young Master, you might not realize what Young Master Arthur now represents.

"But please remember, as long as Young Master Arthur is your brother for a day, the Doyle family can exist without worries for a day.

"Even further its status."

Fengter recalled the words of the old butler; he didn't know what "Entrant" meant, nor did he understand what it represented.

Even though the old butler had explained several times, he still could not understand.

However, he was looking forward to meeting Ms. Anna.

Seeing his young master's expression, Old Butler Vick's heart was full of helplessness.

"If only the young master were like Arthur!"

Although it was disrespectful to think so, this old butler truly wished that Arthur would become the heir of the Doyle family.

"Entrant"!

That indeed was an "Entrant"!

The old butler, well aware of what an "Entrant" represented, was filled with anticipation.

Unfortunately, it was not to be.

However, the Doyle family could still borrow a bit of glory.

Thinking of this, the old butler spoke again—

"Young Master, remember Young Master Arthur..."

Before the old butler could finish his words, Albert on the other side of the carriage took down his long bow from his back, and the ten guards accompanying them raised their long firearms.

Without hesitation, the old butler pushed Fengter back into the carriage and stood at the carriage door, blocking any prying eyes with his body.

Ratatat!

The crisp sound of horse hooves continued unbroken.

The next moment, a cavalry troop of fifty men appeared within everyone's sight.

Albert, serving as the Doyle family's Swordsmanship Chief and Head Hunter, tensed up, his gaze unconsciously shifting to the manor behind him—the terrain was too disadvantageous against cavalry, they must rely on the manor's defensive fortifications, and although it was rude to enter without announcing, there was no need to hesitate at this moment.

However, soon, the Swordsmaship Chief and Head Hunter heaved a sigh of relief.

Because the cavalry flaunted a banner—

Three blood-red longswords crossed in front of a black iron shield, surrounded by a bundle of irises!

This was the flag of the Lisop Family.

The three blood-red longswords symbolized having completed three heroic first assaults.

The black iron shield signified having once saved a significant figure.

And the irises?

In South Los, they symbolized having turned around a major battle.

In all of South Los, only Lord Lisop fit this description.

No!

Now it was Lord Little Lisop!

Thinking this, the Swordsmanship Chief and Head Hunter signaled a safe gesture to the old butler.

Standing in front of the carriage, the old butler then put his dagger and short sword back into his sleeves before smiling and walking forward—

"The Doyle family sends its greetings to you, Lord Little Lisop."

Nobles always maintain what's called noble demeanor

Especially in battle, this must be adhered to.

Not to mention, now at their first meeting.

With the cavalry formation opening up, Lord Little Lisop, clad in full armor, rode forth on his warhorse. About 10 meters away from old Butler Vick, Little Lisop dismounted.

At this moment, old Butler Vick completely relaxed.

At least the Lisop Family was friendly.

The hand behind the back slightly raised the index finger.

Immediately, the people from the Doyle family raised the muzzles of their firearms.

"You are Butler Vick, are you not?

It's truly an honor to meet you.

Is Lord Fengter present? I hope to pay him a visit."

The enthusiasm displayed by Little Lisop surprised the elderly butler Vick, but when Little Lisop indicated he would visit alone, the old butler looked towards Albert. After nods from the family's Swordsmanship Chief and Head Hunter, he then escorted Little Lisop towards the carriage.

"Hello, Lord Fengter."

"Hello, Lord Little Lisop."

The meeting was polite, but the conversation soon heated up.

For Little Lisop had brought up his 'Kind Father Arthur.'

And Fengter admitted he greatly missed 'Elder Brother Arthur.'

Once the two young men found a common topic, everything changed immediately.

And the two families also became harmonious, with Lisop Family's Guard Commander and Swordsmanship Chief Gold and Doyle Family's Swordsmanship Chief and Head Hunter Albert conversing softly on one side. The guards from both families, although still clearly distinct, were no longer on edge.

Representing the Doyle family, the golden oak banner and representing the Lisop family, the blood sword banner both stood proudly at the manor entrance, unfurling in the wind.

Meanwhile, in the distance, a convoy was slowly approaching.

Sitting in the carriage, Brule, puffing on a cigar, leaned back in the seat cushioned with velvet and sponge, allowing him to be more comfortable and cozy.

Especially when he occasionally saw the dozen carriages behind him, this comfort and coziness soared dramatically.

The Bernice family had fallen.

The Coste Commerce and Emmond Commerce were gone too.

Finally, it was his turn, Brule!

South Los, boasting both inland and port assets, was exceedingly wealthy. Legends of wealth happened daily, especially when some long-renowned merchants fell, much like whales, and more merchants would emerge in South Los.

Brule was such a man.

By scavenging the Coste Commerce and Emmond Commerce, his wealth skyrocketed by more than tenfold.

But this also made him a target for the Bernice family, and just when he was planning to flee, the Bernice family collapsed.

Completely collapsed.

By seizing the upper hand during the conflict, Brule scavenged again, and his wealth once more skyrocketed by tenfold.

This made him recently become the largest and wealthiest merchant in South Los, second only to the 'Lady of the Eternal Night,' especially after receiving an invitation to her title inheritance. Brule's inner self swelled immensely.

The merchant believed he was favored by the goddess of destiny.

Perhaps, he even had a chance to take over the 'Lady of the Eternal Night''s enterprises.

Once this idea took root in his mind, the merchant's attitude became arrogant.

He not only told his coachman to slow down but also had the remaining merchants follow behind him.

He wanted to arrive alongside the 'Lady of the Eternal Night.'

He wanted to display his stance.

After all, in this title inheritance, he should be the most honored guest.

As for nobles attending the ceremony?

Impossible!

He would not believe that the 'Lady of the Eternal Night' had already breached the nobles' barriers.

Huff!

The rich smoke was forcefully exhaled by the merchant against the carriage window. Brule enjoyed watching the smoke hit the glass and bounce back ineffectually; he appreciated the sense of futility of being so close yet utterly unable to break through—especially when his opponents felt this way, he would often burst into laughter.

At this moment, this was no exception.

Huff!

Another puff of smoke.

The smoke twirled on the glass.

Brule admired this scene.

Then, from behind the hazy smoke, the merchant saw something.

Suddenly, the merchant rushed to the window, forehead pressed against the glass, eyes widening to the extreme, foolishly staring into the distance.

The cigar in his mouth?

It had already fallen.

All that remained was a frantic shout—

"Speed up! Speed up! Hurry and speed up!"