They all call me Great Master-Chapter 393 - 390: Put on the Clown Mask!

Arthur closely examined the contract.

After confirming that there were no issues, he finally signed his name.

Members of the Death Poetry Society who witnessed this scene could hardly resist cheering.

This time!

He had finally won!

He was determined to redeem his previous disgrace!

Moreover, he wanted to win so convincingly that the Spirit Medium in front of him would be speechless.

"For the first game, please shuffle the deck," he said.

The member of the Death Poetry Society began to feign generosity.

"Alright!"

After nodding his head, Arthur continued to shuffle the deck with the two "Hands of Void." Compared to the cautious way he had checked the cards before, his shuffling now was extremely fast.

The Death Poetry Society member across from him felt a hint of disdain when he saw this.

Even if it was fast, so what?

He had already memorized all the cards.

Moreover, it was his turn to cut the deck next.

He could completely control the placement of the highest ace of spades within the desired pile and then draw the ace of spades.

With the ace of spades in hand, how could he lose?

"Where should I cut the deck?"

Arthur asked after finishing the shuffle.

"Here!"

The opponent pointed to a spot about a third of the way down the deck.

Because the next card down was the ace of spades.

Without hesitation, Arthur placed the stack of cards on the ground, removed the portion from where his opponent had cut, and immediately picked up the first card from the new top of the deck—cutting the deck first before drawing was also a rule of the gambling table.

However, as Arthur drew his card, his opponent was stunned.

Because Arthur had drawn the ace of spades.

The highest card!

How was this possible?

Just dumb luck?

Was the Spirit Medium's luck that good?

The opponent kept crying out in his mind but kept a smile on his face as he drew a card.

Of course, the result was that Arthur had the higher card.

"Well, your luck is undeniable.

Ask me anything you want!"

The opponent sighed.

"Tell me precisely what your purpose is," Arthur said.

The opponent, surprised, showed a bewildered expression on his Exquisite Human Puppet face.

"I thought you would ask something more valuable—haven't you realized by now that I am preparing for my own Ritual?

From South Los to South Town, it was all for my Ritual.

In South Los, I not only coordinated with pirates but also dispatched all the personnel assigned to me by His Highness and, for safety, activated my own spies, the three brothers of the Bern Family.

In South Town, I instigated the conflict between that Lord's Guard Commander, the restless residents, and some within the Hidden Guard 'Iron Blood Team.'

They diverted your attention, allowing me to face you genuinely and incidentally complete my Ritual," the opponent explained in detail.

The three sons of Lord Bern were spies for this member of the Death Poetry Society?!

Arthur felt an unexpected shock.

Then, the young Spirit Medium sighed softly.

"So that's it!"

"Haha, it seems you had your suspicions and only wish to confirm their true identity now—their greed far exceeds your imagination, their arrogance startled me too.

The Title of Lordship cannot satiate any of the three.

With brains like swine, they think they deserve a higher status.

Still, I think you should inquire about something more valuable," the opponent said, a look of pity on his face.

As if Arthur had missed his chance.

But Arthur was unfazed.

If it weren't for the rule that 'the loser, without violating the existing contract, and if asked about the existing contract, can refuse to answer, and it will be considered a completed response,' Arthur would definitely inquire about the secrets of the Death Poetry Society.

Or simply ask where the real opponent was.

But with that rule.

Asking would be futile.

Instead of inquiring about something half-public yet deeply probing.

"The three of them already carry significant value," Arthur said with a smile.

As if there were some secrets tied to these three men as well.

The Death Poetry Society member frowned secretly.

Have I missed something?

Or could it be...

that there is a problem with these three?

The other person thought to himself, yet continued—

"Alright, let's not talk about them anymore.

Come, let's start the next game!

This round, I'll shuffle the cards!"

As he said this, he looked towards the deck of cards.

Arthur manipulated the "Hand of Void" to securely toss the cards into the opponent's hands.

The opponent started showing off again.

Compared to using one hand, the opponent shuffling with both hands was dizzying for anyone watching. The deck in his hands seemed to come alive, as if glued to his hands, and even with the trembling of his palms, the deck between the two hands became a chain that could extend and contract.

"Please!"

After the opponent had shuffled the cards, he did not immediately toss them out. Instead, he began to ask—as Arthur had done—using the same method to cut the cards, ensuring fairness at the table.

"Split the deck in half."

Arthur said so.

"A very fair choice.

At the casino, I've heard more than once, 'Split the deck in half, and leave everything to destiny!'"

The opponent said as he split the deck in half.

Then, he drew a card from the bottom half.

Clubs Ace.

This was the largest card from the bottom half.

As for the Spades Ace?

It was naturally in the opponent's hands as well.

Moreover, the opponent had completed the swap.

The dizzying shuffling just now had allowed the 'Death Poetry Society' member to complete a 'card-stealing'—a basic sleight of hand trick application, and his most confident method at the moment.

If it weren't for using the "Exquisite Human Puppet", the opponent wouldn't even need that dizzying maneuver to conceal his actions to swap the cards in an instant.

Is this unfair?

He had already said that playing cards is a test of observation, reflexes, and cleverness.

And what he was doing now was being 'clever'.

Watching Arthur manipulate the "Hand of Void" to earnestly draw a card, the opponent sneered internally.

'Hmph, the purpose of rules is to be broken!

If you don't understand that...

You deserve to lose!'

Thinking this, the opponent was already preparing to ask his victory question.

Undoubtedly, what the 'Death Poetry Society' member most wanted to know was the Kledos Family's concealed secret in South Los.

However, clearly, this question would be protected by the 'contract'.

So, the opponent prepared to ask Arthur...

Do you know who your mother is?

He eagerly anticipated the astonished and infuriated expression on Arthur's face when asked.

Even if it were protected by the 'contract', he still wanted to ask.

Because he wanted to see the "Spirit Medium's" confusion.

He wanted to plant the seed of doubt in the "Spirit Medium" before him.

If there were no 'contract protection'?

All the better!

He would listen to the "Spirit Medium" before him tell his story.

And then?

Naturally, to rebut it!

He was determined to make the "Spirit Medium" before him realize the consequences of provoking him.

And just as the 'Death Poetry Society' member was relishing in his impending victory, Arthur drew his card and immediately revealed it.

Spades Ace!

Seeing this card, the 'Death Poetry Society' member was stunned.

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The Spades Ace should have been in my hand!"

The opponent cried out repeatedly, pulling out his own card.

Shortly after, the 'Death Poetry Society' member was stunned.

Because in his hand was—

the Ghost Card!

On the Ghost Card, a colorful joker had a full face of mirth.

Standing there dumbfounded, the 'Death Poetry Society' member, even just controlling an "Exquisite Human Puppet", turned pale, then flushed and pale again, resembling the joker just a bit as if he were wearing a joker's mask on his face.

Then, the 'Death Poetry Society' member glared at Arthur and roared.

"You cheated!"

But facing such a roar, Arthur remained unmoved.

Simply murmuring to himself with an indifferent expression—

"Found it!"