They all call me Great Master-Chapter 586 - 583: Gentle in the Time of Thunder!

Arthur saw a small figure.

Whose child is that?

That was Arthur’s first thought.

Then, the second thought emerged—

No!

What child could be so powerful?

But if it’s not a child...

Isn’t that too short?

Could it be a gnome?

Arthur watched the roughly four-foot-nine figure without letting on, guessing to himself.

This height, it’s indeed similar to some of the kids around.

And...

Can’t tell if it’s a boy or a girl.

Not just the attire, but also that walking posture, sloppy, but the fairness of those hands just now is not something boys... no, not something that boys would have.

While Arthur was contemplating, the figure lit that firecracker—

Whoosh, bang!

A burst of bright light ascended, releasing a huge, brilliant firework.

The fireworks were beautiful, eliciting gasps of amazement from the adults and shouts of joy from the children.

But these were not important.

What’s important is...

As the fireworks burst into bloom, that four-foot-nine figure vanished like a bolt of lightning.

Aside from Arthur, everyone’s attention was captivated by the fireworks, utterly missing this scene.

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And Arthur?

Fair hands, a woman.

Large gold coins, used by nobles to showcase their distinction.

And then there was that lightning...

’Hiss, Ash. Bonaparte. Countess of South Los?

Countess of South Los?

This?!!’

Arthur was shaken to the core, nearly paralyzed with shock.

From his impression, the Countess of South Los simply couldn’t be someone who was four-foot-nine and sloppy—after all!

Even if not commanding in stature, at least she should be tall and slender, with delicate and pretty features, but overall slightly cold and even a bit gloomy; not one to easily smile, and with every word and action exuding a careful yet unassailable sense of dignity—that would suit her status, fit with her control over thunder, and be more in line with her ’secrecy’.

But why would it be a four-foot-nine, sloppy person?

Could it be...

’Is this the real reason she chose ’secrecy’?

Arthur thought to himself.

Of course, Arthur knew the real reason was surely to allow South Los to recover and to evade the Old Lion at the peak of his fame.

But—

Pfft!

Unable to contain himself, Arthur burst out laughing.

Compared to that feigned gentleness, this was a genuine laugh from the depths of his heart.

Moreover, when this smile appeared, Arthur did not pretend any longer; to continue doing so would have seemed forced, so Arthur simply laughed.

Firecrackers popping continuously.

Fireworks unending.

The young ’Spirit Medium’s’ face was lit with a genuine smile, amidst the surrounding laughter and voices of joy.

Everything was just right.

Concealed behind the clouds in the sky, the Countess of South Los’s gaze swept over Arthur and the people of Cork Street.

"Humph, the ’Spirit Medium’ of South Los?

He is just an ordinary person!

So grown up and still likes to play with fireworks... childish!"

After offering what she considered a ’fair assessment,’ the Countess of South Los vanished in a flash of lightning as the fireworks illuminated for a moment.

For this Countess,

Even on the day of the Cold Winter Festival, there was no rest.

She had to personally deal with six different documents.

After all, those documents were from Inner Bay.

And in front of No. 2 Cork Street, Marinda, looking at Arthur, also offered an evaluation similar to that of the Countess of South Los.

’Childish!

Not only does he love to show off, but he also loves frolicking, huh?

Just suppressing it on normal days, but now when the time comes, letting go?

This lady naturally thought to herself.

Because—

There was a time when she had been like that too.

Therefore, such an evaluation didn’t make Marinda dislike Arthur; on the contrary, the lady let out a sigh of relief in her heart.

This lady became increasingly convinced that she and Arthur were of the same kind.

And the slight pressure Arthur had put on her before?

At this moment, it had all vanished into thin air.

If there was a great disparity in strength, then chasing it was fine.

After all, Arthur’s strength had also been accumulated in secret before it burst forth spectacularly.

If Arthur could do it,

she, of course, could too.

With that thought in mind, the lady stepped out of No. 2 Cork Street and stood beside Arthur, signaling him with a look that only the two of them could understand—

Wait for me!

The surprise flickered in Arthur’s eyes as he happily unwrapped a string of firecrackers, lighting them and tossing them around for fun.

Without context, Arthur definitely wouldn’t understand.

But he knew how to respond.

He handed a magic bullet to Marinda.

"Come on, set off some fireworks to dispel the bad luck,"

he said, lifting his hand, and the remaining sparks on the ground gathered on the magic bullet.

Whoosh, pop!

The magic bullets soared into the sky one after another.

Watching the lit magic bullets, Marinda’s face also revealed a hint of a smile.

Everyone was very happy.

Except...

Linda Camille.

Holding a magic bullet in her hand, Linda was hesitating. She wanted to set off fireworks with Arthur but was concerned about Marinda.

At this moment, seeing Arthur and Marinda standing side by side setting off fireworks, she felt even more bitterness surging in her heart.

’I’ve come at the wrong time!’

Linda thought silently, about to cry.

And Arthur just happened to see Linda standing there, not looking very happy, and immediately waved and called out—

"Linda, you’ve come at just the right time!

Come, set off fireworks!"

"Ah?!"

Linda was startled.

But her feet moved towards Arthur involuntarily.

Ms. Camille frowned upon seeing this scene.

Madam Susan, on the other hand, watched with a smile on her face.

"Every time I see Arthur’s happy smile, I can’t help but think of that bastard Old Charlie... Although I hate to admit it, for some reason, I find it very appealing,"

Madam Susan said with a hint of mockery in her voice.

Because Madam Susan was well aware that Old Charlie would never allow his grandson and his own daughter to be together.

This was not one of those stories where you could call out ’auntie,’ cut off an arm, and then both enter an ancient tomb together.

"There’s no doubt about Arthur’s excellence, and it’s normal for Linda to be attracted,"

Ms. Camille said calmly, resuming her composure.

"It’s a pity the ’Silver Age’ has ended.

Otherwise, there might have been a chance."

Madam Susan shook her head and sighed.

In the ’Silver Age,’ in those days when bloodline was paramount, inbreeding among nobles for the purity of blood was the norm.

Although it led to many deformities, the birth of a single genius made it all worthwhile.

Ms. Camille certainly understood what Madam Susan was referring to.

Similarly, the lady was even more aware that she should not get entangled in this way.

So, the lady said softly—

"Are you willing to see Arthur get hurt?"

Yes, Linda is my daughter.

But Arthur?

Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve already assumed the role of Arthur’s grandmother.

Since you are Arthur’s grandmother, then would you allow your grandson to get hurt?

The lady’s eyes were full of challenge.

Madam Susan remained smiling.

The lady said with utter certainty—

"I trust Arthur!"

And just as the lady finished speaking, she saw Arthur waving at them—

"Come, set off fireworks!"

While speaking, Arthur moved his feet to stand on one side of Marinda, making room for Marinda and Linda to stand together.

Seeing this scene, Camille was taken aback.

Afterward, the lady sighed softly.

"This damn tenderness, just like Old Charlie’s."