They all call me Great Master-Chapter 526 - 523: No Youthful Days!

Terrible "Distortion"!

"Is this The Theofact Psychic Cult?"

Arthur's expression was grave.

Using the identity of Glast to take over the additional spoils of war that belonged to him at the Glast outpost was a decision Arthur made after conducting "Bone Divination" and "Soul Tailoring" on Glast and confirming the approximate location.

Of course, given Arthur's character, he wouldn't recklessly barge into Harold Manor.

Even after confirming that the mill depicted in the "Bone Divination" was inside Harold Manor, and that the hill was next to Harold Manor.

Even if he could prove right away that Harold Manor was indeed the destination for "Carmen's Leap," Arthur would not act immediately.

Because the information obtained from Glast's tailored soul was incomplete.

Arthur could only know the outline.

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But could not know the attitude of the estate owner, Baron Harold.

Or more precisely, the relationship between Glast and the other party.

Was it a superior-subordinate relationship?

Or partners?

Or some other unknown relationship?

Arthur couldn't be sure.

Therefore, Arthur set up a stage to act out a scene for the other party, to test the true nature of their relationship.

What Arthur hadn't anticipated was witnessing such a scene—

With the clear vision from wearing the "Blood Descendants" vest, the transformation of Baron Harold was fully within Arthur's view!

The change from being aged to youthful, although surprising, wasn't unexpected because it was the result of burning life as the price.

But the "Distortion" in personality was extremely unexpected for Arthur.

Aside from during childhood, a person's personality is generally set by the time they reach Baron Harold's age.

Under such circumstances, the capability to still "Distort" was utterly chilling for Arthur.

It had been said, "When your memories change, you are no longer yourself."

But in Arthur's view, when your personality changes, that's when you truly are no longer yourself.

After all...

Memories can deceive you.

But personality does not.

Thinking about his own personality being "Distorted" into someone reckless and impulsive made Arthur, who customarily stayed hidden until absolutely sure of the situation, extremely restless.

Once, a rare friend of Arthur's, that chubby fellow, commented on Arthur's personality—

"Life is too short, so short that you can't cover all bases.

It's like when we were children, playing games on the computer, it would lag, but by the time you finally got a good computer that wouldn't lag, we ourselves began to falter.

You think you're prepared, but actually, you lose the final joy.

So...

You're really not likable this way!

But, I don't mind!"

As that chubby fellow spoke these attention-grabbing words, he plucked a Changbai Mountain cigarette from his pocket, hurriedly sat down in the gaming chair before him, and deftly turned on his expensive custom-built computer to log onto 4399.

That afternoon turned into a competition over small games between the two.

After the games were over, the cigarette smoked, and the midnight snack eaten, the chubby fellow patted his mouth as he stood up to go home, then he remembered that he originally wanted to play Old Man's Ring.

And inviting that fat man over was purely to show off his skills—his severely inflamed tendons in his right hand ensured that Arthur was confident in completely defeating him.

But why had it turned out like this?

Arthur still didn't understand.

But one thing Arthur knew for certain, he absolutely did not want to be "Distorted."

Since he didn't want that, it must be controlled!

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly, a deep glow flickering within his pupils.

Perhaps the process of "Distortion" might be long and complex, filled with many opportunities for defense and resistance, but what if?

Arthur would never bet on that uncertainty.

Especially after witnessing the end of Baron Harold, he would bet even less.

Because, even if it was doomed to fail, in the final moment, he would face death as his true self, not in the false brilliance imposed by others.

Controlled by others?

What a joke.

Lives cannot be determined.

"Death, is it still uncertain?"

Between life and death, this period had already offered countless opportunities to determine how one should die.

Arthur claimed that what he needed was to seize the opportunity.

Just like now—

"Pan, listen to Dad, never give up at any time, even if the next moment seems like your death, never give up, because if you do, the next moment you really would die.

Of course, death isn't always terrible.

What's terrible is living in a state worse than death.

But, you don't have to worry, because..."

Arthur pulled Pendragon into his embrace, prolonged his tone, and as confusion danced across Pendragon's feline face, he continued, "because you have nine lives!

Discarding one or two of those lives is also permissible.

You are very much like your dad in this regard.

After all..."

Speaking thus, Arthur's speech halted, but he revealed a smile that Pendragon couldn't quite understand.

Some secrets are never told.

Whew!

Arthur exhaled, discarding thoughts such as 'I myself lost a life, but I came back to life, proving that I have a bond with cats, and that might be why I became 'the contemporary Black Cat', maybe I'm a reincarnated cat' from his mind.

Then, as Arthur stuffed a baked cookie into his mouth and took a sip from a cup of sugary hot cocoa, his vision switched back to Harold Manor—

"Are you all right?"

Titon asked anxiously.

He didn't know the origins of the lady in front of him, but since His Lordship trusted her, then he felt he could trust her too.

Moreover, she was going to be the young lord's teacher.

Glast shook her head, her pale face marked with an indescribable solemnity.

Then, the lady slowly stood up.

"Let's go, let's see what Harold left behind.

If possible...

I really don't want to leave this place,"

Glast said.

Titon immediately puzzled.

Seeing the bewildered Titon, Glast smiled.

"You don't think we're safe now, do you?

Although that person cleared out a bunch of people, the real trouble hasn't shown up yet!

They are greedier than jackals and more venomous than snakes!"

Titon fell silent.

The butler knew that what Glast spoke was the truth.

Those coveting the Harold Family were definitely not just the Peeping Toms.

Or rather, those Peeping Toms couldn't even be considered Scouts.

Then who were the real coveters?

The nobles of South Los!

Especially Baron Korol and Baron Hausman, whose families were in their prime and certainly would not mind adding another baron to their ranks.

Lord Ernest, Lord Dibwa, and Lord Bass also definitely wouldn't mind elevating their own titles.

Even if it was just a title.

Because with that title, some affairs would become easier, would become justified.

They had not acted previously because His Lordship was still alive, and there had been no excuse.

Now that His Lordship was dead, they surely couldn't hold back.

They would even harm the young master!

Thinking of this, the butler could only become all the more solemn.

'Earl of South Los...'

The butler thought of the master of South Los but hesitated; Baron Korol, Baron Hausman, and Lords Ernest, Dibwa, and Bass harbored ill intentions, but would the Earl of South Los truly sincerely help the Harold Family?

Hearing certain hidden matters made Titon sigh.

At the same time, he silently prayed—

'His Lordship, you must have left some trump cards behind!'