They all call me Great Master-Chapter 421 - 418: Member!

Potterman was overwhelmed by an inexplicable joy.

Indeed, just as his old friend had speculated, His Highness the Holy Son, although endowed with exceptional talent, still possessed the innocence and cheerfulness of youth.

This was the best angle to approach from!

With this thought, Potterman softly chanted—

"Death shadows one's every step, death is omnipresent.

Welcome home, Your Highness."

As he said these words, Potterman once again knelt on one knee as a sign of respect.

And this time, the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society did not rise immediately; instead, he slightly raised his head and eagerly looked at Arthur.

The young Spirit Medium cooperated very well and sighed.

Then, he stood up to help him.

"Thank you, Your Highness.

Your radiance is like death, everlasting and undying."

The words of Potterman were spoken almost instinctively.

There was no flattery.

Only sincerity.

For the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society firmly believed that Arthur could lead the Death Poetry Society out of their predicament. It was precisely because of such earnestness that his words went far beyond any form of insincere flattery.

'The situation of the Death Poetry Society is worse than I imagined!

Otherwise, the higher-ups wouldn't have clung to a so-called "Child of Prophecy" as a lifeline.'

Arthur thought quietly to himself.

Normally, when an organization is at its peak, the emergence of any "Child of Prophecy" is just icing on the cake, a mascot, so to speak.

Only when an organization is facing downfall and on the verge of extinction do they need a "Child of Prophecy" to boost morale; only then is the Child of Prophecy trusted implicitly.

Because, apart from trust, they have nothing else left.

'Wait a minute!

This so-called prophecy of the "Child of Prophecy"...

Couldn't be fake, could it?'

Arthur shuddered with this thought, his brow furrowing in concern.

However, he did not cease his inquiries—

"Could you tell me about the current situation of the Death Poetry Society?"

"Of course, Your Highness."

Faced with such a question from Arthur, Potterman was overjoyed.

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The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society couldn't wait for Arthur to get involved in the operations of the society.

Only by deepening the ties between Arthur and the Death Poetry Society could Arthur truly be the Death's Child.

So, Potterman immediately began to explain in detail.

"Since the emergence of 'Hei', after the fall of the Holy Empire, those bastards under the lead of that brute from Doycava deserted our organization. Believing to have grasped the true essence of 'death,' they grew in silence for ten years before starting to challenge us, the orthodox.

We have been at war with them for two hundred years.

Both sides suffered countless casualties, and to survive, we had no choice but to sign a contract.

But just before the eve of the Seven Years' War, those scoundrels, in cahoots with the Blood Marquis and led by a traitor, infiltrated our sanctuary of Atobur. They not only burned down The Sacred Tree but also destroyed the water sources and land of the sanctuary, forcing us to leave and disperse throughout South County.

Inner Bay has been our main base over the years, with 33 official members.

In the West Berlin Territory, there are 11 official members.

In the Ainhars Territory, there are 7 official members.

In the Bert Territory, there are 13 official members.

In Rosha Castle, there are 3 official members.

In Sidon Fortress, there are 5 official members.

In the Norvia Territory, there are 6 official members.

In the Rude Territory, there are 12 official members."

In Catermont's territory, there are eight official members.

Besides the members from Inner Bay, the remaining territories are overseen by one 'Arcana Level' official member, with the rest of the official members scattered across important towns within these territories, developing their subordinates in the manner of branch leaders and operating the true essence of 'Death'.

And South Los...

Just a few support staff were left behind to pave the way for that swindler Horton."

Whenever Pottermann mentioned Horton, it was with gritted teeth.

'A total of 98 official members?

Apart from Inner Bay, there are eight 'Arcana Level' members of the Mystic Side, and the rest, each serving as a minor leader, dispersed and expanding!'

Arthur was somewhat surprised at the number of members in the Death Poetry Society.

Not too few, but too many.

In Arthur's estimation, for an organization like the Death Poetry Society, which everyone wanted to eradicate, having 20-30 official members would have been the limit.

He had not expected there to be as many as 98.

You must understand, these 98 people were no ordinary individuals.

Apart from the leaders in various places being 'Arcana Level', the rest of the Death Poetry Society's official members also surpassed ordinary 'Mystic Side Persons' in strength.

And this didn't even take into account Inner Bay!

Inner Bay, being the temporary headquarters of the Death Poetry Society, not only housed nearly a third of its members but also these members were certainly very strong.

However, for Arthur, this was an unexpected pleasure—he was well aware that he would soon be going to Inner Bay to participate in the 'South County Swordsmanship Competition'.

And with the assistance of the Death Poetry Society, the risk would be greatly reduced.

In fact, this was also one of the key reasons Arthur created and acknowledged he was the 'Death's Child'.

Everything was for the sake of survival!

Arthur inwardly sighed.

But Pottermann's words continued—

"Among the 33 members in Inner Bay, 30 have been incorporated into the 'Thirty Choir', among which the 'Four Sounds' are all 'Arcana Level', and so are the alternate 'Four Sounds'.

The remaining three are special talents sought out by my old friend Aeherlad.

They each specialize in forging, alchemy, and magic potions.

Each person brings 3-9 apprentices to continuously supply us with the items we need.

As for me, I'm at the pinnacle of 'Entry'.

My old friend Aeherlad must have touched the threshold of 'Ascend Step' by now."

The detailed and almost unreserved conversation led Arthur to nod slightly in response.

However, there was one thing that Arthur found very strange.

"Why isn't there a 'Great Arcana Level'?"

"In the last confrontation with the 'New Death Poetry Society', all the original 'Four Sounds' died in battle.

They were all 'Great Arcana Level'.

The current 'Four Sounds' are only the former alternates.

However, please rest assured, Your Highness, their talents are excellent, and within ten years they can surely reach the true height of the 'Four Sounds'—and moreover, those scoundrels suffered even greater losses than us!"

In response to Arthur's inquiry, Pottermann naturally did not conceal anything.

Whenever this 'Left Cantor' of the Death Poetry Society mentioned those 'traitors', his handsome face always showed uncontrollable anger.

The same held true for his competitive spirit.

In this, Arthur expressed his understanding.

Two hundred years of warfare was no joking matter.

Both sides had long become undying enemies sworn to a fight to the death.

But precisely because of this, Arthur found it all the more strange.

The young 'Spirit Medium' softly voiced his doubts—

"So that's how it is...

But why did Horton previously collaborate with those folks from the new faction?"