They all call me Great Master-Chapter 380 - 377: Aiding Your Power of Thought!

Explosives, firearms, daggers, and other weapons touched Malz’s skin and immediately his flesh and blood body rippled like water.

All the weapons merged into Malz’s body.

Instantly—

A sense of satiation welled up within him.

But,

Still hungry!

Malz felt he could still devour a Little Emperor Cannon!

The old sheriff promptly turned to look at Wiggins.

"Do you have more?

If you’ve got cannons or something, that would be even better!"

With Arthur serving as the link, the old sheriff was not at all polite in his request to Wiggins.

"Of course!

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In Rat Street, there’s as many as you want of these things—"

Wiggins said, smiling, and then turned to go downstairs.

Similarly, because of Arthur, Kledos, the Golden Finger of Rat Street, didn’t feel fear.

In fact, aside from Wiggins, although the expressions on the faces of the others varied, none of them felt any fear; what they had was surprise, resignation, and thoughtfulness.

The surprised one was Scott, the newspaper editor, who was purely curious about the old sheriff’s transformation.

The resigned one was Haywood, the once unscrupulous landlord, who increasingly felt himself like a farmer.

No, even worse than a farmer.

At least a farmer has to deal with snakes at most.

And him?

He has to deal with monsters!

Real, actual monsters!

Firearms?

Why do they feel like mere fire sticks!

Haywood was screaming in his heart.

The thoughtful one was Kuke, the police chief of Dort District who, having a certain family legacy, was considering whether he should ask his father to give him some special training.

Otherwise, if he’s always this passive in the face of these sudden situations—

It’s just too uncomfortable.

He remembered his father telling him as a child that he had a bit of "Talent."

Apparently not much, but it should be enough, right?

Standing there, the old sheriff noticed the expressions of everyone and immediately chuckled. As he took the explosives and firearms that Wiggins brought back and let them merge into his body, he said—

"Believe in Arthur!

His teachings are never aimless!"

The old sheriff said so.

At that moment, everyone was taken aback.

They, of course, paid great attention to Arthur’s everyday words and deeds, even deeply engraving them in their minds.

But they felt there was a deeper meaning in the old sheriff’s words.

The old sheriff maintained his smile, as he straightforwardly raised his right hand.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the flesh of this hand began to move rapidly, the five fingers joining together to form a large caliber gun barrel with a trace of metallic luster, while a chain of bullets made from congealed blood wrapped directly around the forearm, with blood-red explosives inserted one after another into the chain.

As this wrapped chain was filled, another chain of bullets hung down from the forearm, as more highly special explosives continued to be inserted.

There was no anomaly, no pain.

All the changes in the old sheriff seemed as easy as eating or drinking.

This instinctive transformation made the old sheriff even more certain that everything happening was orchestrated by Arthur.

Arthur had already discovered these things, which was why he had been guiding him step by step.

"I’ve just experienced what would be a ’nightmare’ for the average person, but with Arthur’s teachings, I passed through it with ease!

Then, I felt my body brimming with vitality.

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"His condition is unprecedentedly good!"

The old sheriff said truthfully.

Everyone present was no fool and immediately understood what the old sheriff meant.

Especially Haywood, who thought himself less than a farmer, became even more excited.

"Are you saying, Lord Kledos has intentionally selected us?"

The once cruel landlord knew he should remain calmer and contain his emotions, but faced with such changes, he simply couldn’t hold back.

The others also stared at the old sheriff without blinking.

The old sheriff nodded with a smile, confidently saying—

"That’s right!

I believe that as long as you keep in mind Arthur’s teachings, you will one day receive what you deserve—although Arthur won’t spell it out for you, I think it’s not because he’s trying to be obscure, but rather…

it is necessary to do so!"

No one present disagreed with the old sheriff’s statement.

Mystery is always fraught with uncertainty and danger.

Once spoken aloud, it naturally increases this uncertainty and danger.

Only by hinting in an enigmatic way, making them vaguely feel that it’s not simple and keeping both uncertainty and danger within bounds, is the best approach.

"It’s just like Arthur; he foresaw everything!"

Scott spoke on behalf of everyone with sincere words.

Then, the newspaper editor-in-chief gave the old sheriff a thumbs-up.

"You look really cool right now!"

Scott’s words were full of envy.

If possible, he too wanted to possess similar abilities.

He wondered how his "Talent" was?

What kind of Ability would he receive?

The young editor-in-chief couldn’t help but be filled with anticipation, as his brain reminisced about the scenes after meeting Arthur.

He hoped to discover clues, while also ensuring he would remember all of it.

To increase his chances of greater success.

Scott, who was already deeply impressed by Arthur, was now determined to imprint Arthur even more firmly into his soul.

The others were in similar situations.

Especially Wiggins, who had an added fervor in his expression.

For Wiggins, who shared the ’Lionheart Ceremony’ with Arthur, Arthur had long become the sovereign of his life to follow, and since the opening of Relief Grocery Store, it became a lifelong constancy—because Arthur helped him achieve the life goal that he thought hopeless.

And the rest of his life?

He would naturally devote it to Arthur.

Even though it involved thoughts like the Relief Grocery Store could only exist with Arthur, and that Arthur being stronger meant he could survive better in Rat Street, the essence of his passion hadn’t changed.

At that moment, Haywood thought of the clock and the gold ingot from before.

Kuke was more straightforward.

This police chief from Dort District thought of his father.

Because Arthur had inquired about his father more than once.

Both of them then had some ideas.

Seeing the rest looking pensive, the old sheriff smiled slightly; he had done what he should do.

The rest, naturally, required their own efforts.

If they didn’t strive for themselves, even Arthur couldn’t help them.

Of course, he also needed to make an effort!

The old sheriff glanced at the Dagger in Kuke’s hand, the weapon he had just swallowed didn’t include this dagger, as his instinct told him that if he forced it down now, it would be indigestible.

’Indeed, just as Arthur said, I am only just beginning!’ he thought, the old sheriff moved towards the side of the window—he hadn’t forgotten the appointment with his old friend.

And while the old sheriff was looking out the window, a person looked at this scene with shock and surprise, exclaiming—

"The Dwayne Green Mechanicarry Firearms Sect?! How is this possible?!"