They all call me Great Master-Chapter 463 - 460: Title!

Facing Arthur’s query, the group led by "Storm Sword" Deljo naturally nodded vigorously.

They had already acquired the relevant items, and the accompanying recorder had completed the documentation; this marked the end of the ruin exploration. As for the subsequent disposition of the ruins?

It’s mostly taken over by the local Nobles.

Of course, that’s after they are disclosed.

More often than not, the cleared-out ruins remain in a state unknown to anyone.

Urs and his party turned to look at Marinda and followed suit in nodding when they saw their liege had no objections.

With everyone’s agreement, the text before Arthur began to flicker—

[Ruin exploration, judging...]

[You or your contracted have achieved 80% of the exploration in Geppetto’s laboratory!]

[Judgment for full exploration experience granted!]

[You receive XP: 1000]

...

’Enough!’

A thrill of joy surged through Arthur’s heart.

With the 1000 XP from the ruin exploration now in his account, he finally had enough experience points to upgrade his [Swift Bird Swordsmanship] to Lv5.

However, it was clearly not the right time to choose an upgrade.

He steadied his racing emotions; the young Spirit Medium still maintained a composed demeanor, walking over to Marinda, who was still searching through the books, scrolls, and transcribed pages—

"Don’t forget the time,"

Arthur reminded her.

After all, they were not free to do as they pleased at this moment.

There were still hundreds of people inside Caesar Manor.

Although they had escaped the opening dance under the guise of ’pregnancy,’ it would be best to make a brief appearance during the event if possible.

Marinda, of course, understood this rationale.

She placed the unlit pipe in her mouth and pointed at the books, scrolls, and transcribed pages next to her with a raised hand.

"I’ll take these with me. After transcribing them all, I’ll give you the originals— I’ll draft a new contract for these,"

she said.

To this, Arthur merely shrugged.

He trusted that Marinda wouldn’t be sneaky in this matter.

Of course, he was more acutely aware of Marinda’s valuation of "The First Gun."

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’Can it really kill an Entrant with one shot?’ he wondered silently, just as Marinda had packed all the books, scrolls, and transcribed pages into her ’smoke ring.’

Afterward, the lady proceeded to the tables and chairs of the laboratory.

It was quite clear that the lady remembered the notes about those brothers penned by Geppetto.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t this set of table and chairs.

Arthur watched as Marinda tried unsuccessfully and then let out a resigned sigh.

Without a doubt, a pair of living tables and chairs were enticing.

Not just out of curiosity, but also for their research value.

Arthur, on the other hand, approached [Nidhogg].

The young Spirit Medium reached out to touch near the nostrils of the large black serpent, harboring the idea that with [Nidhogg], stillness was preferable to movement for the time being.

[Nidhogg] was simply too large.

Appearing anywhere would be extremely conspicuous.

Unless it was...

A deserted island!

And, conveniently enough, Arthur was quite interested in some pirates’ treasures hidden on deserted islands.

However, it wasn’t yet time to act.

Because of Bloody John!

He was very interested in the secrets concerning the Pirate King’s treasure that the man carried.

He was worried about startling the snake in the grass!

Although their encounters had not been formal, the brief glimpse was enough for Arthur to understand his elusive nature, much like that of an old eel with teeth. And true to nature, at the slightest hint of trouble, the man would surely retreat to the depths of the sea.

By then, finding him would indeed be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In addition to that, Bloody John had ties with Glast of the "Pale Hand."

Compared to Bloody John, Glast was of more concern to Arthur.

Because—

The man lurked in the shadows!

Arthur was a man accustomed to lingering in the shadows, and he was all too aware of how deadly a dagger from the darkness could be.

So, he hoped to drag the other party out into the light.

And for that, "Bloody John" was needed!

Luckily, he had already cast out the "bait"!

And the other party?

It seemed they were about to bite!

...

Whoo!

After the water in the pot came to a boil, it let out a unique humming sound.

Eli quickly picked up the teapot and brought the hot water to the room. Then, following the doctor’s orders, he kept handing over gauze, fishing line, catgut line, and alcohol.

"Your friend is lucky; he was a hair’s breadth from death.

He needs to rest in bed for the next few days.

His wounds must not get wet."

The doctor, who had just finished the surgery, instructed gently as he washed his hands.

"Mhm, mhm, Doctor Lindster, your medical skills are as superb as ever. My friend is so fortunate to have encountered such an outstanding doctor like you.

Otherwise, he would have been a goner for sure."

Eli, a stalker who dabbled in trading intelligence, said with a face full of flattery.

Doctor Lindster, who was washing his hands, stiffened for a moment.

Although he soon recovered, Eli saw it clear as day.

Immediately, the stalker turned intelligence trafficker sighed.

Of course, he knew why.

This Doctor Lindster had quite a reputation in Dort District, not just for his exceptional medical skills but also for his charitable nature. He and some hopeless cases had received help from Doctor Lindster more than once.

But in these troubled times, good people don’t always receive their due rewards, and someone as kind as Mrs. Lindster ended up having an accident.

If it were any other time, Eli, with his emotional intelligence, would have been very cautious about discussing life and death in front of Doctor Lindster.

Maybe he had spent too much time with the Bandage Swordsman recently.

It made the usually careful Eli grow detached from the reality of life and death.

’It’s not like the boss hasn’t returned from the dead before.

Um...

If the boss can resurrect, then perhaps Mrs. Lindster can too?’

Eli thought to himself.

For the stalker turned intelligence trafficker, he would be very willing to help Doctor Lindster.

If he could resurrect Mrs. Lindster, he would be even more willing.

But the price to be paid left him hesitant.

Resurrection, just the sound of it, implied that the cost would be enormous.

’No! I can’t be the only one,

Those guys need to chip in as well.

If we all share the burden...

It should be quite minor, right?

I won’t die outright; I swap an arm for an arm, the others contribute some arms, legs, that should suffice, shouldn’t it?’

The stalker turned intelligence trafficker thought to himself.

His gaze subconsciously drifted towards the direction of the cabinet—after carrying Walsh back to South Los and confirming that he required real treatment instead of just applying some herbs, he took the initiative to seek a trustworthy doctor, which was Doctor Lindster.

However, before Doctor Lindster entered the room, the "Bandage Swordsman" had gone into the wardrobe.

To this, Eli expressed understanding.

After all, his boss’s aura of dignity was indeed frightening.

In fact, Eli was certain his boss was aware of this as well.

Therefore, aside from when it was essential to act, his boss spent most of his time inside a wardrobe.

’Should I ask the boss?’

Eli thought to himself, and as Doctor Lindster finished washing his hands, the doctor sat down on the bench opposite to Eli and, after a bit of hesitation, directly asked.

"Eli, do you know about ’Spirit Medium’ Kledos?"

Clang!

The stalker turned intelligence trafficker leaped to his feet, exclaiming in his mouth—

"Are you talking about the one born under a shroud of secrecy, the Child of Misfortune favored by the Grim Reaper, the present-day ’Black Cat,’ the Champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition, ’Spirit Medium’ Kledos?"