They all call me Great Master-Chapter 367 - 364

Marinda raised her hand, and the contract scroll fell directly into it.

Looking at the contract scroll in her hand, the lady’s face was filled with astonishment.

A feeling of unfamiliarity she had never known before rose from the bottom of her heart.

It was akin to the sensation of suddenly ascending from a low valley to the clouds, not just simple physical pleasure, but a more gentle feeling.

It was as if a continuous warm flow filled her empty soul.

She felt an unusual sense of security.

This unfamiliar feeling stunned the lady.

She stared blankly at Arthur’s back. Under the candlelight of No. 2 Cork Street, his figure seemed to have gained an extra ’light.’

The appearance of this light made Arthur dazzling.

Marinda, with a cigarette holder in her mouth, couldn’t help but murmur softly—

"Is this for me?"

Arthur, who was walking ahead, immediately paused upon hearing this.

Then, when the young ’Spirit Medium’ turned around, he saw the lady with a look of terror and panic, beginning to step back.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ raised an eyebrow.

He felt this woman hadn’t held her fart properly.

In fact, that was the case.

The next moment—

"I thought we were friends, and you actually want to sleep with me?!"

Without hesitation, Arthur raised a middle finger.

"When I am with you, who exactly is sleeping with whom?"

As Arthur spoke, his face wore an expression that said, don’t think you can take advantage of me.

Then, he emphasized more strongly—

"How could it be for you!

Exchange!

I am offering two-tenths of the iron and coal mining business in South Town in exchange for any resources related to Cat Faction and Cat Hole, secret techniques, props, and so on, that you can find."

Arthur stressed.

He wasn’t Old Charlie; how could he risk his life just to hit on a woman?

Choosing Marinda as the exchange partner was naturally due to the pleasant cooperation they’d had all along.

Although Marinda has various shortcomings, there is one virtue that Arthur, as a partner, appreciates the most: intelligence!

This woman isn’t ungreedy, crafty, or ruthless.

But when facing a true collaborator, the clever Marinda would offer enough fairness.

That’s precisely what Arthur needed!

It was also because of this that their cooperation became increasingly enjoyable.

At least, Arthur could be sure that he would exchange for something of equal value and not be shortchanged.

And the business of two-tenths of iron and coal mining in South Town...

’Perhaps it could be exchanged for an Entry-level Atlas to Cat Faction or Cat Hole!’

Arthur thought to himself.

If possible, he would like to seek what he wanted from Marinda rather than trade with the Countess of South Los.

Although the latter had a higher chance of finding it, the risk involved would also skyrocket.

One wrong move could expose unnecessary flaws.

’Ah, still too weak.’

Arthur sighed inwardly.

Then he watched as Marinda raised both hands, retaliating with two middle fingers.

"You scared me to death!

In the future, you must say such things in advance; otherwise, I would think you were a pervert!"

Marinda let out a breath of relief.

"You are the pervert, your whole family is perverted!"

Arthur’s mouth twitched.

"Humph, how did you know?"

"Though, parting with two-tenths of the iron and coal mining business for South Town does feel a bit reluctant. Suddenly, I feel that Bern Manor might be more appropriate—but I really want those two-tenths. However, the Cat Faction and Cat Hole secret techniques, rituals, and props I’ve collected so far are nowhere near enough to match them, they’re completely unequal.

So, let’s consider those two-tenths of the business to be co-managed by us, and as for the rest...

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I’ll write you an IOU!

The kind that calculates interest!

Once I find suitable resources from the Cat Faction or Cat Hole, we will correct it in one fell swoop!"

Marinda looked proud, but she steered the conversation back on topic.

As Arthur watched the woman seriously calculating the deal, the corner of his mouth lifted.

Look, this is why he was willing to cooperate with this woman.

Clever Marinda always brought fairness.

Afterward, the two of them walked side by side, each with a smile on their face.

They walked past crimson paintings, under the fierce deer heads, around the battered armors and hanging meat hooks, entering the Spirit Medium Parlor under the watchful gaze of the seated ’Ms. Anna.’

Neither of them spoke.

Moreover, no one could guess what they were thinking.

People like Arthur and Marinda simply couldn’t be conjectured with ordinary reasoning.

When they wanted to speak, no one could stop them.

When they wanted to hide, no one could peek into their thoughts.

Perhaps, only when they were face to face could they guess a bit of each other’s thoughts.

So...

They chose to walk side by side.

"Would you like some tea?"

Upon entering the Spirit Medium Parlor, Marinda asked.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to refuse, the lady went straight into an adjacent kitchen to boil water.

"No need for tea!

Do you have any pastries?"

Remembering the taste of the tea Marinda made last time, Arthur’s taste buds started to turn bitter.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ asked while picking up Pendragon.

Marinda didn’t answer.

However, when she returned with the boiled water, the table had a new plate of pastries on it.

"Hmm?"

Arthur cautiously sipped the tea this time.

It was completely different from before.

Delicious!

It wasn’t the kind of ’honey water tea’ he’d brew himself, harsh and heavy, but a pure skilled method to fully bring out the advantages of the tea leaves.

Arthur was certain.

This woman had tricked him last time.

Facing Arthur’s glaring eyes, Marinda remained calm.

"This is the second time I made tea for someone—the first was last time."

"Oh, you’ve improved quite impressively then," Arthur replied with disbelief, finishing the tea and then picking up a pastry.

In the eyes of someone like Arthur, who pretended to enjoy tea,

No matter how tasty the tea,

It was never as good as the pastries.

Especially since Marinda’s cook, Lady Mary, had skills truly worthy of recognition—

"If possible, please have Lady Mary transcribe a copy of her pastry recipes for me; I think I might expand my culinary horizons."

Arthur said, enjoying the flaky crust and sweet, chewy filling of an egg tart, a contented smile on his face.

Sweets always made people happy.

Particularly for someone like Arthur, whose heart was full of darkness, sweets were indeed one of the few forms of redemption.

Marinda?

It was the same.

The lady listened to Arthur’s words with a disdainful look.

"Tsk."

A single word, simple yet revealing endless mistrust.

Marinda never believed Arthur understood cuisine, just as she firmly thought Arthur was a bad egg.

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Clearly, he was plotting to poach her cook!

Did she really seem unaware?

As Marinda was ready to further mock Arthur’s delusional hopes, she suddenly noticed something off about him.

Surprise and astonishment appeared on Arthur’s face.

Marinda knew well that a bad egg like Arthur always maintained a calm or falsely smiling facade and rarely showed his true feelings like this.

Unless he truly encountered something incredible.

Immediately, the lady’s curiosity was piqued.

She promptly asked—

"What happened?"