They all call me Great Master-Chapter 764 - 761 Roaring II

Brightness suddenly appeared, illuminating the dense forest at the edge of the Ainhars Territory, and the Inland River of this basin was illuminated as well.

The crimson color, rising from the ground, resembled a small sun.

But it lacked the warmth of the sun.

What prevailed was a cold, distorted feeling.

And...

The scent of blood!

Even though it was far enough away, the faint scent of blood still penetrated into the nostrils.

Even covering one's mouth and nose was futile.

It was a smell that lingered.

Ugh!

Many began to vomit, and even more staggered.

People looked at each other in bewilderment, terrified, staring towards where the rumble originated.

No one knew what had happened.

Except for Arthur.

Facing the sudden roar, especially sensing inside the battling auras of two Ascend Stapers, two Entry Level auras, and many Great Arcana Level auras following one Ascend Stapers aura, continuously attacking another Ascend Stapers, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium's heart finally eased—

"So that's it!

It's not that they didn't want to send a 'Protector'!

It's that they couldn't send a 'Protector'!

This besiegement...

Interesting!"

A flash of light sparkled in Arthur's eyes.

In the perception of the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium, he could easily identify who the Ascend Staper leading the team besieging another was, after all, that sharpness-like-sword aura completely resembled Kalal's.

Undoubtedly, that Ascend Staper was of the Marquess of Ainhars.

Having confirmed his identity, it went without saying who the rest—the Entry Level and Great Arcana Level—were.

They were the nobles within Ainhars Territory.

However, another Ascend Staper's aura caught Arthur by surprise.

Because, it was—

from the Bloodline Clan!

An Ascend Staper from the Bloodline Clan!

"A survivor from the annihilated Bloodline Clan has emerged?

And an Ascend Staper, no less?

The waters run deep here!"

Muttering internally about the depth of the situation, the sound of bat wings flapping soon reached them.

Lord Auburn, stepping on the giant back of a Blood Bat, appeared beside the "Oriental" ship's side.

This Blood Descendant's pale face carried the haughty detachment typically associated with his kind, yet many could discern a complex expression in his crimson eyes as he looked towards the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

Even though it was fleeting.

But that was enough to fuel speculation among those present.

Lady Windsor narrowed her eyes.

"Indeed, that aura is related to the Bloodline Clan!

But the gaze of this Blood Descendant...

Could it be that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium had anticipated this event?

Is that why he chose to rest an extra day at Port Doldot?"

Unwittingly, Lady Windsor began to speculate.

Speculating too were Yakaz, Lalia, and Leonides.

Unlike Lady Windsor, these three young nobles were both worried and expectant—they sensed their parents' auras.

Undoubtedly, a grand spectacle was unfolding there.

They worried for their parents' safety.

They looked forward to their parents bringing home the spoils of war.

A contradictory and complex emotion filled the hearts of the three young people.

But suddenly, the three young people were drawn back by the words of the Blood Descendant—

"Again, you guessed right!

This time I lose, I will grant you another request, provided it does not harm my own interests!"

"Guess?

Please do not doubt the professional integrity of a 'Spirit Medium'!

This is divination!"

Moreover, we've collaborated so many times, when have I ever harmed your interests?

"We have always been mutually beneficial,"

Arthur replied with a smile.

In response, the 'Blood Descendants' didn't argue much, only preparing to leave, yet Arthur called him back.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium turned serious.

This serious demeanor attracted the attention of everyone around.

What had been said?

Was it about the recent explosion?

Or...

about the outcome of the battle?

Yacass, Larya, and Leonides scratched their heads, desperately wanting to ask but not daring to.

Indeed, they didn't dare!

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium always had a reputation for mercy.

But the 'Blood Descendants' did not.

The latter certainly wouldn't mind killing a few who dared to interrupt recklessly.

"Hmm."

The 'Blood Descendants' nodded, then rode a Blood Bat towards the site of the explosion, while Arthur stood quietly on the ship's rail, watching his partner depart—since they were performing a dual act, they might as well go all out, otherwise how could he intervene in the matters there later on.

His proxy 'Blood Descendants'?

Apart from being a scouting sentinel, it was mainly to give him a reason to get involved there.

'What could be there?'

Arthur was filled with expectation.

Yet outwardly, he still retained a hint of concern.

"Lord Kledos, is the situation over there complicated?"

Lady Windsor approached him.

Compared to Yacass, Larya, and Leonides' concerns and expectations, this lady held no worries—her father was simply not there.

Ever since she had found her own lover, her father had never left their side.

"Quite complicated!

If not handled well, the entire Ainhars Territory could fall into the abyss.

And more importantly…

I promised that man, I would not casually interfere with their family's internal affairs,"

Arthur said with a helpless wry smile.

"Your friendship with Lord Auburn is truly admirable.

But if something really endangers the entire Ainhars Territory, I earnestly implore you to assist the entire Ainhars Territory.

After all, there are many more innocents here."

With that, Lady Windsor bowed deeply.

Standing behind Lady Windsor, Yacass, Larya, and Leonides also bowed deeply—firmly believing their elders would triumph, yet inevitably worried.

Under such emotions, the three chose to follow in bowing.

Thus, these three young nobles completely missed Lady Windsor, who had straightened up a step earlier, slightly extending a fist hidden in her sleeve.

Just a third of a fist.

But the gleam showing through her fingers was enough for Arthur to understand what it was.

Messenger Stone!

The lady before him was communicating with someone!

And, maintaining it for a long time!

Who could it be?

Arthur guessed inwardly, yet his expression remained unchanged.

"I'll do my best!

After all, divination is not omnipotent, it cannot be completely accurate!

So..."

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium was explaining, but on the side, Leonides's face suddenly changed color.

Because the scent of his father had vanished.

Not just Leonides's father's scent.

The scents of those 'Entrants,' 'Great Arcana Level,' flickered like candles in the wind.

At this moment—

Windsor's eyes shone even brighter.