They all call me Great Master-Chapter 629 - 626 Passengers, Get Off!

Although the "Oriental" was his ship, Arthur still boarded the "Oriental" for the first time.

His daily hustle and bustle had him entrust the entire retrofit of the "Oriental" to Marinda. Besides the initial blueprint, Arthur never really had the chance to appreciate his ship, especially the viewing deck he "designed" himself. Arthur was always looking forward to seeing what it would look like once completed.

And the reality did not disappoint him.

"Pan, what do you think?

Isn't your dad a genius?

Not only can we overlook the entire ship from here, but the surrounding seascape is also in full view!"

Arthur boasted to Pendragon.

Unfortunately, the cat was indifferent to the scenery around it, instead, the kitchen on the ship caught Pendragon's frequent sideways glances.

It smelled the aroma of grilled fish.

The next moment, Pan was lifted in front of Arthur and shaken vigorously.

"You little rascal, do you want to play a game with daddy?

Come on!

Daddy just thought of a fat cat diving game, do you want to play it?

You must want to, right?"

Arthur glared fiercely at his little kitty.

Just as Pan was showing a pitiful, begging-for-mercy expression in great cooperation, someone suddenly spoke up—

"Bastard, put that cute... no... fat... no, that's not right... chubby... also not right, put that large kitty down right now."

Arthur and Pendragon both turned their heads at the same time.

Arthur and Pendragon had noticed the three extra people on the stroll deck, but neither the man nor the cat had paid any mind to these ordinary individuals.

However, as one of them uttered that sentence, Arthur was indifferent, but Pendragon had no choice but to take notice.

The cat never imagined a single human sentence could insult it three times.

What does it mean not cute?

What does it mean by fat?

What's this about being large?

Did I eat your cat food?

Pendragon showed its claws to the three people approaching.

If it hadn't been held in Arthur's arms at that moment, Pendragon would have let that slick-faced guy know just how sharp its claws were.

Meanwhile, the young man named Joe was unaware that he had just skirted the edge of death and was still righteously staring at Arthur—

"Who are you?

Why are you here?

Please leave, or else I'll call the security!"

Joe said this while his gaze discretely sized up Yula.

When he noticed Yula staring at him unblinkingly with a gleam in her eyes, the young man knew that not only had he successfully stolen a kiss today, but he should also have company in bed at night.

Originally he thought it would take sailing on the "Orient" for two or three days, maybe even reaching Inner Bay, to get a chance.

But he hadn't expected today would be the day.

With this thought, the young man felt even more grateful for Arthur's presence.

Of course, he also couldn't let Arthur off the hook.

Without hesitation, the young man called out—

"Hey, where's the security? Where's the security at?"

This shout didn't immediately bring the ship's security, but instead drew the attention of the other first-class passengers.

Everyone was curious about this stroll deck.

So, many of the first-class passengers had also come here directly.

The passengers, who didn't understand what was going on, curiously watched Joe who was shouting loudly.

And a few of the wealthy guests among the crowd changed their expressions when they saw Arthur.

Clearly, these few had recognized Arthur.

They were about to step forward to rebuke Joe's disrespectful behavior.

But Arthur took a step towards the outside of the stroll deck before they could.

The few wealthy guests were taken aback, then showed faces full of admiration.

They admired Arthur for his magnanimity and benevolence.

Indeed, just as the rumors suggested, he was a compassionate person.

But in fact—

Picking a fight with the 'Spirit Medium' and expecting to walk away? Not so easy!

With just a glance, Arthur had guessed the relationship between Joe, Lucius, and Yula before him.

Probably a scumbag, a green-tea bitch, and a bootlicker.

Normally, Arthur would quietly enjoy the show.

But when the scumbag tried to use him as a stepping stone to curry favor with the green-tea bitch, that's when he couldn't be blamed for being impolite.

After briefly assessing the scumbag's strategy, Arthur quickened his pace.

Suddenly, to Joe's eyes, Arthur seemed to be fleeing in panic.

Once more people gathered around, Joe's courage shot up.

"Stop right there!

Stop, I said!"

Joe shouted loudly, even going so far as to chase after him.

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Arthur did not stop but slowed down, heading towards the upper deck where his private cabin on the 'Oriental' was located.

"Is there something you need?

I need to return to my cabin,"

Arthur spoke plainly.

"Cabin?

There is no cabin up here!"

Joe stated bluntly, then his eyes filled with contempt as he looked at Arthur.

"You rogue, you thief, get off this ship before I completely expose your face. Otherwise, I'll make you understand how formidable I am."

"Oh?"

Arthur came to a complete stop, looking at the scumbag before him with interest.

Faced with Arthur's calm gaze, Joe began to doubt.

Because the scene before him was quite different from what he had imagined.

In his mind, Arthur should have turned pale with fear and started trembling.

This calmness, could it be...

While Joe was still uncertain and trying to salvage some dignity with words, the several wealthy onlookers couldn't hold back—

"If someone else claimed there was a cabin up there, I wouldn't believe it, but if this gentleman here says so, I would certainly believe him."

"Yes, after all, he is the owner of the 'Oriental': the secretly born Child of Misfortune, favored by the Grim Reaper, the contemporary 'Black Cat', Leader of the Cat Sect, Champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition, master of Caesar Manor, Winter Blessing Giver, Winter Guardian, the slayer of the Winter Monster, none other than Lord 'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos."

The wealthy men said this while bowing slightly to Arthur.

Arthur nodded in response.

Joe, who had been stunned by the string of titles, finally realized that the man holding the Orange Cat was the renowned 'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos, and his face turned pale as he began trembling with fear.

Yula and Lucius, who had followed Joe, also changed expressions.

But this change was not just pure surprise, it was mixed with a tinge of other dark emotions.

With a slight glimmer of 'Eagle Eye' and 'Insight', Arthur captured the emotions of the pair.

No way, no way?

Just because I named it 'Oriental', a similar murder case is really going to happen?

Arthur mocked in his thoughts.

At this moment, Joe, suppressing the fear in his heart, stuttered—

"Lord Kledos, greetings. My distant uncle is Brule from the Brule Chamber of Commerce."

Brule?

That Meat Pig doing quite well for himself?

Arthur quickly recalled who the person mentioned by Joe was.

However, he remained indifferent to the other's current attempt to pull strings.

Because—

Brule had already arrived.

Brule approached with six servants carrying three big boxes and didn't spare a glance towards Joe as he walked straight up to Arthur and bowed deeply, saying—

"My lord, as you embark on your journey, I have prepared some gifts for you, please be sure to accept them!"