They all call me Great Master-Chapter 366 - 363 Can you catch it?

Looking at the outstretched palm of the ’Spirit Medium’ before him, Lord Lisop’s eyes still showed displeasure, yet he was not rude.

Standing up, this noble shook hands with Arthur, and immediately started to write the details of the trade agreement on the contract that had just been made, marking some specifics.

For example, if the lord violated the contract, he would directly face death, and so on.

Once Arthur had checked for errors, the noble pricked his finger and dripped blood onto the page—unlike the public contract with Little Lisop, such private trade agreements required one party’s blood as proof.

Especially the blood of the ’noble’ side, which was more important.

Because it was verifiable!

Arthur watched as the other’s blood dripped onto the parchment, the crimson intermingling with black ink, glowing for less than a second, after which all the writing on the contract was shrouded in a faint red hue, and the inherent luster of the contract itself became even more intense.

After checking again, Arthur collected the contract and gestured to Lord Lisop to proceed.

The noble immediately stood up and walked outside No. 2 Cork Street.

Under the banyan tree, Little Lisop had been waiting for a long time with Edwin’s company.

Seeing his father emerge, the son of the noble immediately lowered his head in shame.

Lord Lisop looked at his son but said nothing, just gently patted his shoulder—

"Let’s go, back to South Town."

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Lord Lisop left with Little Lisop.

Edwin also returned to the carriage.

Arthur, however, was staring at the noble’s carriage.

He always felt that something was amiss.

And as a ’Spirit Medium’, Arthur had unshakable trust in his ’intuition’!

Therefore, in the next moment, Fujin on the roof of No. 2 Cork Street took flight, blending into the night.

Simultaneously, Arthur couldn’t help but ask Marinda, standing by his side—

"Does Lord Lisop really have no Bastards? Only the one son, Little Lisop?"

The lives of the nobility were quite dissolute.

Most nobles had not just one, but several illegitimate sons and daughters.

Some traditional noble families could even form a whole family guard with their bastards.

This was not an exaggeration.

For some traditional nobles, openly acknowledging the bastards, signing contracts with them, and bringing them into the family for work was a cost-effective method—not only did it spare worries about succession rights, but it also maintained bloodline bonds.

Even better if one or two of them awakened their bloodline.

And many new nobility who followed tradition were also adopting this practice.

What about Lisop?

He happened to be a new noble who followed tradition.

"Lord Lisop only has the one son, Little Lisop!

At least, according to the information I have collected!" Marinda emphasized.

No one could provide a one hundred percent accurate answer.

But this lady was obviously shocked by Lisop’s actions—trading twenty percent of coal and iron mine business to get his son back. If this news got out, it was likely that a crowd, including noble scions, would come to be Lisop’s sons.

You see, that twenty percent stake was astronomical!

Because it was an ongoing, yearly dividend!

If those twenty percent stakes in the coal and iron mines were hers, she wouldn’t need three years to organise a new ocean-going trade fleet.

And after that?

It would snowball!

As long as the mineral resources didn’t exhaust within ten years, she was confident she could embed her influence across South County, and even expand her business territory to North County.

Unfortunately...

The twenty percent profits were not hers.

They were Arthur’s!

Although Arthur was her partner, knowing well of Arthur’s ’greed’, she was very aware that to utilize these resources, she had to pay a substantial price.

’What should I trade with?’

The lady started pondering.

Unconsciously, she furrowed her brows.

Because she really couldn’t think of what she could trade.

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Bowing her head in thought, Marinda followed behind Arthur, walking past the Death Serpent Banyan towards No. 2 Cork Street, and as they reached the corridor, Arthur suddenly asked—

"Marinda, do you think the Lord Count would agree if I used one-tenth of my shares in the South Town iron and coal business to exchange for South Town?"

"Though South Town itself isn’t worth much, it’s still a town with a population of twenty thousand!

So, ten percent won’t be enough!

Fifteen to twenty percent would be more reliable!"

After evaluating, Marinda said this.

Then, the lady glanced at Arthur, who was lost in thought, and directly reminded him.

"Murdering a noble is a grave sin!"

To obtain South Town from the Earl of South Los, it was necessary for South Town to return to the Earl’s hands first.

And for South Town to return to the Earl, the current owner Lord Lisop must die.

However, it was well known that Lord Lisop was in good health.

Not just robust but also agile.

With that constitution, he could easily live another twenty years without any trouble.

Of course, accidents always happen.

No one knows what might occur tomorrow.

But,

Marinda didn’t hope that Arthur would be the one to act.

After all, nobles not only have plenty of means to protect themselves but also possess numerous ’methods to pursue murderers’.

If willing to invest resources, these nobles could always find out who killed one of their peers.

Marinda didn’t want her partner to lose his future.

She and Arthur were still young and had plenty of time to wait.

Of course, apart from advising as a partner, the lady also harbored a slight private grievance.

After all, on the previous day, Arthur had asked her about her thoughts on South Town.

And she had expressed her interest quite openly.

But now?

Arthur was already scheming to acquire South Town for himself.

’Hmph, a man who forgets favors at the sight of profits!

When I first easily heard about ’Bloody John,’ confirming that you were putting yourself in danger to lure the other party out and chase after the whereabouts of the ’White Crow’, I felt apologetic and thought I needed to compensate you.

Now?

Humph!

Gone!

This message that I heard by chance will serve as your compensation to me!’

Marinda hmphed several times in her heart, took up her pipe again, and puffed forcefully twice until her cheeks were puffed out. Then she exhaled the thick smoke towards Arthur.

The lady was showing her disdain for Arthur in her way.

Almost instantly, the smoke enveloped Arthur.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ waved his hands to disperse the smoke while continuing to walk forward and said—

"How could I possibly murder a noble?

I have no grievances with Lord Lisop!

Besides, I have just completed a pleasant transaction with him."

"I never said it was Lord Lisop; you’re obviously guilty with a thief’s conscience!"

Marinda rolled her eyes at Arthur as she spoke.

"People with dirty hearts see everything as dirty!"

Arthur retorted.

"Heh, my heart is as pure as a virgin’s compared to yours," scoffed Marinda, spewing out another cloud of smoke at Arthur.

Having reached the door of the Spirit Medium Parlor, Arthur stopped in the face of such a ’smoke attack,’ turned around to look at Marinda, who had an indignant expression, and revealed a smile.

"What are you trying to do?"

Marinda became alert.

But the young ’Spirit Medium’ shook his head, turned, and continued into the Spirit Medium Parlor, taking out the contract he had just signed with Lisop.

Without stopping, he tossed it backward, whispering—

"Catch."