They all call me Great Master-Chapter 577 - 574: Mint Candy!

In the kitchen, Eivor stood helplessly holding a teacup.

Was he just sold out?

Originally, he had planned to meet his first customer, and the only one who genuinely liked his food, in a more formal way.

But now that Acker had called upon him, he naturally couldn't ignore it.

'It's just...

It's a bit of a pity.

I finally meet such a good customer.'

With a faint tinge of regret in his heart, Eivor straightened out his clothes, then walked out and placed the sweetened tea on the table. Looking at Arthur, he showed a smile on his plump face.

"Good evening, Lord Arthur Kredos."

"Good evening, Eivor—Though I've said it more than once, your food truly remains memorable to me."

Arthur replied with a smile to Eivor's greeting.

"Haha, oh come on!

Rest assured, Miss Caesar's safety is in my hands!

I swear it on my title as 'Master of Shadowflow'!"

Eivor laughed heartily, taking on the responsibility generously.

Nice!

Awesome!

The feeling of suddenly being acknowledged and praised after being unappreciated or even disliked is just too good.

And most importantly, he didn't have to hold back anymore.

Knowing that after hearing the praise in Old Town, Eivor had felt a slight regret that he couldn't hear Arthur's compliment in person, but now?

That was no longer an issue.

The recent feelings of regret and the like, all gone.

Anticipating Eivor's laughter, Arthur had already made his guesses.

Or perhaps...

When Eivor followed Acker back, Arthur had some suspicions.

Eivor must have been concerned about Acker.

But Eivor would definitely not refuse praise for his cooking skills.

In fact, confirming this was easy.

All Arthur had to do was move his lips.

Then, back in Old Town, he clearly heard the slight change in the other party's breathing.

And now he had received the other party's commitment.

What can I say?

Isn't it just like getting a 'buy one get one free' bargain?

Thinking this way, Arthur maintained a gentle smile on his face—

"May I offer a suggestion for your food?"

"Of course, go ahead!"

Eivor immediately became serious.

He was serious about his culinary skills as a retired assassin.

"Your food is a dream trial for true warriors, but for ordinary people, the purity is too high; they can't comprehend its wonders.

The most important thing is, they waste this kind of food.

So, I hope you can lower your standards to make something that ordinary people can understand.

Then, when you acknowledge them, you can go all out to make a true 'Warrior's Meal'."

Arthur said this.

"Lower the standards?

Only those I approve of deserve to eat my 'Warrior's Meal'?"

Eivor's eyes lit up.

Right, his all-out effort in food, should not be tasted casually by anyone.

Only those he approves of are worthy.

The rest?

They can make do with the scraps!

Eivor, who had been somewhat insecure and even started to feel inferior about his cooking skills, was now overflowing with unprecedented confidence.

Who is he?

He is the 'Master of Shadowflow'!

Among assassins, his culinary skills are the best.

Among chefs, his assassination techniques are the strongest.

His assassin's creed is: Food above all!

"Lord Acker, we will probably head for Inner Bay after the Cold Winter Festival comes to a complete end—during this time, please adjust yourself."

Arthur gave Acker a friendly reminder.

Eivor, standing beside him, nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, if you appear in Inner Bay, your senior brother 'Blood Shadow's Thorn' will absolutely not let you off.

'Master of Bloodflow' is a title your teacher gave you.

He was not satisfied back then.

Now?

He's probably even less content.

He has gained honors, status, prestige, and even trained enough assassins for the Grand Duke.

And you?"

Eivor didn't finish his sentence, but Acker understood his meaning.

The retired assassin nodded.

And in Arthur's mind, he thought to himself.

'Being so deeply entwined with the "Blood Shadow's Thorn," this is really...

Great!' he exclaimed.

If previously Arthur's expectation for Acker to stay by his side was at a 10, it was now at a full 100.

As long as Acker could attract the attention of the "Blood Shadow's Thorn" for a period, Arthur could immerse himself entirely in certain matters.

And could grasp the situation even faster.

No need for too much.

Just one fulcrum was enough.

Arthur thought as much, yet the gentleness on his face remained unchanged.

Throughout the subsequent half-hour conversation, that didn't change either.

Even after Acker and Eivor had departed, it stayed the same.

Watching the two assassins disappear into the shadows, Arthur returned to the "Spirit Medium Parlor," once again taking Pendragon in his arms, whispering to himself.

"Pan, we still have another force at our disposal.

Should I be more proactive?

But if I'm too proactive...

Would I scare them off?"

Arthur was referring to "Amanda's Cat Best Friend's Home."

This power that was suspected to be the Cat Faction.

Clearly, if the trip to Inner Bay really did involve the Cat Faction, then safety would be greatly enhanced.

But ultimately, Arthur abandoned this idea.

Just as he pondered aloud.

What if he frightened them away?

Moreover, perhaps those who were once part of the Cat Faction had already settled into a comfortable life.

In that case, it was better not to disturb them.

Arthur thought to himself, lifting Pendragon up to his face, and asked directly—

"Pan, do you think your dad is being too soft-hearted?"

...

"What's your take?"

Eivor and Acker walked side by side in the shadows, Eivor asking bluntly.

Without needing specifics, Acker knew what Eivor was asking about.

"Can't see through him," he replied truthfully.

"Hmm, it's like looking at a mirror through fog.

Not purely a disguise, nor simply a mask.

A bit odd," Eivor nodded, agreeing.

Then, the retired assassin who doubled as a cook added another thought.

"But presumably not a bad person," he opined.

Acker didn't say much more, simply quickening his pace.

His son and daughter were waiting for him.

Eivor did not linger either.

His situation was similar, but the difference was, if his wife knew he vanished in the middle of the night, she would definitely smack his size 48 face with a size 38 shoe sole.

The two retired assassins hurried home at their quickest pace.

In Old Town, at Acker's house, when Alvin and Alma, the siblings, saw Acker return, they immediately gathered around him.

"Father, are you alright?" Alma asked softly.

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"It's fine, everything is over," Acker said with a smile.

He didn't mention he had gone to see Arthur, he only said he wanted to bring some goodwill to the officers.

Alvin and Alma, accustomed to life in Old Town, naturally understood.

The siblings breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything had finally ended.

"Go to sleep! It's all right now!" Acker declared.

Then, he walked over to a bed on one side.

Alvin's bed was also there, the two were positioned head-to-head.

And as Alma grew older, the inner room became her own.

Entering her room and closing the door, Alma let out a sigh of relief.

'It's finally over!

Such a pity, the candy Alvin brought back was all crushed.

Next time!

Next time, he will bring back candy again!

It will surely be sweeter than this time!'

Alma hung up her coat on the wall with a touch of regret and subconsciously checked her pockets.

Then—

"Eh?"

A surprised cry escaped her lips.

"Alma, what's wrong?"

Acker and Alvin, father and son, opened the door to see their daughter and sister standing dumbfounded in the room, with a beautifully wrapped piece of mint candy in her palm.