They all call me Great Master-Chapter 770 - 767 Burn Ⅰ

Count Bernaken had already guessed what the Marquess of Ainhars wanted to do.

Rejuvenation!

Or rather...

Regaining youth!

After all, they were too familiar with each other—over the past decades, they had not only been adversaries but also shared some blood relation.

It could be said that if there was anyone in the world who understood the Marquis better than his own wife, the Old Earl Bernaken was definitely first on the list.

That's why he was able to arrive one step ahead.

And he also prepared an excuse that suited Viscount Windsor.

Just...

He had miscalculated Viscount Windsor's strength.

'Truly terrifying, this Windsor.

Much more formidable than anticipated.

Could it be...

Is this the power of love?'

The Old Earl thought playfully.

Even when at a disadvantage, the Old Earl showed no signs of impatience; decades of life experience had already taught him—that moving slowly before the results were out was not necessarily a bad thing.

However, Lynn at his side was utterly ashamed.

This apprentice and part-time butler believed it was his mistake that had caused such an embarrassing situation.

So...

He wanted to make amends!

Almost instinctively, Lynn looked towards the depths of the estate.

Beyond Viscount Windsor, there was also his lover: Ross.

And Lynn's idea was simple, to capture Ross and bring Viscount Windsor back on track.

Lynn believed that with Viscount Windsor's feelings for Ross, this plan would definitely be successful.

But just as Lynn was considering when to make his move, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Looking up, the apprentice-turned-butler saw the serious-faced Old Earl—

"There are things we can do, because they concern our honor.

There are things we cannot do, because they are my bottom line.

When honor and the bottom line meet, we must stick to the bottom line.

Because once the bottom line is breached...

We are no longer ourselves."

A silent Force Field had enveloped the surroundings before the Old Earl spoke.

Afterward came the Old Earl's words full of deep meaning.

This Old Earl certainly did not want his beloved apprentice to become like that bastard Ainhars, and similarly, he did not want his beloved apprentice to become a bastard like himself.

If it wasn't for his indulgence!

If he had strongly opposed it back then!

Perhaps Ainhars would not have become what he is now?

To regain youth, he would even cooperate with the 'Blood Drinker'.

Yes!

Cooperation!

This Old Earl was certain that the Marquess of Ainhars would definitely not kill the 'Blood Drinker,' but would consume his Blood to regain youth.

And then?

Naturally, he would keep consuming it.

In the end, becoming a monster just like the 'Blood Drinker'.

Of course, a monster is how he saw it.

In the eyes of the Marquess of Ainhars, that was probably considered a 'perfect Ascension'.

After all, the 'Demon Hunter's Path' of the latter had already been broken.

Even if he 'Ascended Step'!

But the final stairway had also broken after his numerous decisions.

If he still tried to climb?

That really would be a dead end.

It might be better to try another path.

Thinking this, the Old Earl sighed.

"Understood, teacher."

Lynn's respect for the Old Earl ensured that this apprentice and part-time butler would not go against the Old Earl's wishes, and similarly, in Lynn's heart there was also a sense of shame for his earlier thoughts.

Although Demon Hunters did not have the same doctrine as Paladins, which precluded attacking commoners,

it's not that Demon Hunters weren't noble enough, but rather that during the Silver Age, those villagers with pitchforks caused much more trouble than monsters for the Demon Hunters of the time.

Often, Demon Hunters were not killed by the sharp fangs and claws of monsters but were killed by the pitchforks of these malicious villagers.

Even there were instances where 'Entry' level Demon Hunters were beaten to death precisely because of their own creeds.

Thus, Demon Hunters made a change.

But only towards malicious villagers.

For the innocent, Demon Hunters must remain vigilant while also adhering to kindness.

"What do we do now?"

Lynn asked, watching Viscount Windsor leave with the Marquess of Ainhars and others.

This apprentice, doubling as a butler, believed his teacher surely had a plan.

Indeed, that was the case.

"We just need to get a step ahead,"

The Old Earl said with a smile.

He would never do something like 'not tying up Ross, just talking to Ross'—in the eyes of The Old Earl, it was no different from having tied up Ross.

It was even excessive.

Because, you see—

This was a moral hijacking!

With the education Ross had received, he would surely agree.

The Old Earl firmly believed this.

But if he did so, what difference would there be between him and that bastard Ainhars?

None.

Though he could preach about benevolence and justice, claiming it was for the other's good, for justice, but realistically?

Bullshit!

If it's for the other's good, he should not disturb them, letting them stay here safely; that would be the best.

As for justice?

It's crap.

He himself didn't even know what justice was!

"Lynn."

The Old Earl suddenly spoke.

"What is it, teacher?"

Lynn, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of his teacher's instructions, responded instinctively.

"Take care of Lisa for me; she is a truly good girl."

While saying these words, The Old Earl suddenly moved.

Slap!

A chop with a technique of secret art knocked Lynn unconscious.

The Old Earl adjusted Lynn's sleeping position, making his apprentice lie more comfortably before he set up two force fields.

One for alert.

One for defense.

Assuring that breaking the alert force field would awaken Lynn quickly, and that the subsequent defense force field would give Lynn enough time to respond, The Old Earl then put all the unnecessary props and scrolls into Lynn's pockets.

Then, The Old Earl once again adjusted his twin swords.

Following that, he pulled a magic potion from his breast.

It was a conical bottle.

The potion inside glowed brightly in the evening's afterglow—

"Oh, Demon Hunter...

This is the last time I will be called a Demon Hunter."

Having said this, The Old Earl drank the magic potion and donned his wide-brimmed hat.

The large brim shaded the blackened eyes and the veins bulging from his forehead and temples due to the potion.

But the wide brim couldn't hide the wave of heat generated by his blood burning from the potion.

The next moment—

Whoosh!

Blaze enveloped The Old Earl.

Watching himself wrapped in flames, once again feeling a power like never before, The Old Earl estimated the remaining time he had.

"One minute?

That's enough!"

Having said that, The Old Earl whistled.

From the shadows, every Demon Hunter's traditional mount named "Radish" strode forth.

The robust horse came to The Old Earl in quick steps.

Radish affectionately nuzzled The Old Earl.

The next moment, the flames spread.

Neighing loudly, Radish turned into a blaze-steed.

Immediately, The Old Earl mounted the horse.

Without any hesitation, man and horse sped towards their target.

Blaze surged, unstoppable.

Nothing ahead could block the path of a true Demon Hunter.

Because—

He was advancing for justice.