They all call me Great Master-Chapter 575 - 572: In life, everyone eats shit, but don’t chew it!

Eivor's arrival was unexpected and delightful for Arthur.

Unlike Acker who was confined by himself.

Eivor was living quite happily.

Not only did he have both a son and a daughter, a kind wife, but also a very solid fortune, owning two separate houses in Dar Alley—one for his family of four to live in and the other transformed into an inn.

The revenue from the inn alone was enough for the family's expenses.

Aside from his delusional confidence in cooking, Eivor's life could be considered complete.

Arthur once suspected that it was because Eivor's life was too comfortable and perfect that he could produce such genuinely awful food.

However, it was also for this reason that Arthur never targeted Eivor.

It's definitely not because Eivor's food tasted bad.

It was because Arthur couldn't get Eivor to willingly work for him.

Acker had weaknesses, which were easy to exploit.

Eivor, on the other hand, did not.

As for kidnapping the other's wife and children, forcing him to work?

Arthur did not consider himself a major villain and couldn't bring himself to do something like that.

More importantly, forcing an assassin to work would not end well.

If something were to happen to the assassin's wife and children?

That would be disastrous, as an assassin without any real weaknesses would be born.

Who knows what he could do?

Arthur didn't want his hard-earned power to be destroyed by the other.

But,

if he came willingly...

Arthur wouldn't turn him away.

"Father!"

Alma greeted, while taking the paper bag from Acker's hands.

The bag felt quality, unlike those flimsy hemp bags used in Old Town.

From Shire District?

Alma guessed.

But was full of doubt.

The distance between Old Town and Shire District wasn't far, but it was impossible to go there and back in just a couple of minutes, even on horseback.

'Is it a new store?'

Alma wondered.

He was curious about this store.

Not just the packaging, but also the food inside.

The sweet and sour scent, he could smell it through the bag.

The flavor...

Should be decent, right?

Alma carried the bag back to his room and laid out all the specialty foods from 'Eivor's Mobile Snack Stand' on the table.

"Many thanks, but I really am full already."

Arthur showed a bitter smile as he pointed at the large iron pot nearby, then at the food in front of him, revealing a hint of reluctance.

Anyone seeing Arthur's expression at that moment would think he was distressed from not being able to eat delicious food.

Then, Arthur truly convinced everyone of that idea—

"If possible, may I take a portion of this food with me?"

Arthur looked to Acker.

"Of course."

Acker did not refuse.

Why did he go to find Eivor in the first place?

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Wasn't it because the 'Spirit Medium' liked the food Eivor made?

However, his liking for it was indeed beyond what Acker had expected.

Having eaten so much already, he still wanted to take some when leaving.

In the shadows outside the room, Eivor, seeing this scene, felt his affection for his first customer skyrocket.

'Indeed, my food isn't the problem!'

The retired assassin thought to himself.

And that was exactly what Arthur wanted.

Whether or not things succeeded in the end, he decided to boost his favorability first.

As for eating?

Eating was out of the question.

But Arthur could feed it to dogs.

He did have two decent dogs—although Death Hounds would not eat dog food, human food was always worth a try, right?

The explorative-minded Arthur decided to give it a shot.

After all, with him around, an ample supply of 'Death Qi' could always bring back Kuliqi and Kiri should any problems arise.

Meanwhile, at Acker's House, with the presence of food, dinner naturally continued.

Then—

"Too sweet!"

"Too sour!"

"Why does this sandwich taste like shoe soles and body odor?!"

Exclamations erupted one after another.

From Alvin, Alma, and Marinda.

The two indeed ate.

Marinda, however, just sniffed it and put it down.

Then, everyone looked at Arthur doubtfully.

Was this food worth taking home?

Only someone with a problem with their taste buds would do that, right?

Surely, he wasn't planning on feeding it to the dogs?

But would the dogs even eat such a thing?

They probably wouldn't, right?

Faced with skepticism, Arthur simply smiled and said—

"Don't you think this food is full of life's flavors?

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty, a simple trio of foods endowed with them all.

It's just like a trial.

Once you're through, you'll find the beauty of the mortal world.

It also represents a reconciliation of self and life. After I tasted it once, I was so deeply moved that I didn't try it again for a long time.

Because I was thinking.

Thinking about some meanings of life and living.

Moreover, it was because of them that my strength took a major leap forward."

Arthur began spouting nonsense with his eyes wide open.

Alvin and Alma were dumbfounded.

The notion of reconciling with life, such a description, it was their first time hearing it, and they were instantly bamboozled.

Marinda was attracted by the part about 'it was because of them that my strength took a major leap forward.'

As for Acker?

He was just staring down, lost in a trance.

The retired assassin was contemplating the phrase 'it's a trial, and once you're through, you'll see the beauty of the mortal world.'

Prescribe the right cure for the illness, serve the right dish for the person.

The 'Spirit Medium's' job skill came naturally to Arthur.

Outside the room, Eivor was almost in tears.

'He understands me!

He really understands me!'

As a street food vendor experiencing poor business, if it weren't for the substantial savings from his assassin days and the wise decision to buy two detached houses upon retirement—one of which his wife skillfully turned into an inn—relying solely on his culinary skills would likely have meant his family starving.

Eivor was also somewhat confused lately.

Why didn't anyone appreciate his cooking?

Was it really that bad?

He had tasted it himself, and it was just like his mother's cooking he remembered!

Why didn't anyone love it?

But at that moment, Eivor understood.

It wasn't that his cooking had a problem, but rather that the guests had not reached the level of Arthur Kredos.

'I cook not just food, but life!'

The retired assassin clenched his fist, regaining his confidence.

No!

His confidence surged like never before.

Tomorrow, he would write what Arthur had said on the sign.

Then, he would insist on delivering food to Arthur every day.

Otherwise, how could he repay Arthur for showing him the way?

Under Arthur's persuasion, the four in the room tried Eivor's special food again. Unlike before, this time they tried a bit of everything.

"It doesn't seem as bad anymore.

Hmm?

Is this life?

Is getting used to it also a part of life?"

Alvin muttered to himself.

"Will it become sweeter after the sourness?

Is this the real essence of life?"

Alma said softly.

Acker, on the other hand, closed his eyes, seemingly truly savoring life.

Marinda, meanwhile, was munching large bites of the horse mayo sandwich.

This scene made Arthur secretly frown—

Don't chew it!

That flavor, sharp!

While it's true that everyone eats crap in life, don't chew it!

If you don't chew, you can still call it living.

If you chew, it's worse than death.

Arthur was full of sighs within, yet watched with a smile as Marinda ate two horse mayo sandwiches, drank two glasses of orange juice, and had three cupcakes.

Then—

"How does it feel?"

"A bit full."

Marinda honestly said.

Subsequently, she looked at Arthur suspiciously.

The lady suspected Arthur was deceiving her, while Arthur remained quite indifferent.

"You need more insight—so, the portion you packed to take home, keep it for your breakfast."

Arthur said this without giving Marinda a chance to argue, and then he stood up ready to take his leave.

Of course, the real business had just begun.