"Lord Lisop, you really do invite disdain!"
Upon hearing the Female Swordmaster's sowhat impatient inquiry, Arthur sighed internally.
The Female Swordmaster noticed Little Lisop's subtle movent.
Arthur saw it too, of course.
As for Little Lisop reaching out to his own father, Arthur was not surprised.
In fact, Arthur would have been surprised if the other party had not done so.
According to his plan, the next step would be to negotiate with Lisop.
And that so-called wheat juice ntioned by the Swordsmanship Chief was just an excuse to get involved.
Arthur's attitude was also at play.
The attitude he adopted after acquiring a ten percent stake in the South Town coal and iron mines.
People are prone to change at any ti.
Such changes not only alter oneself but also influence others to undergo corresponding changes.
Friends can beco enemies.
Enemies can also beco friends.
Only interests are eternal.
Therefore, to have eternal friends, one must surely share interests.
Or rather...
Having a common goal can suffice as well.
The Countess of South Los, on the other hand, was different.
Her current role for Arthur was like a 'protective umbrella'.
Arthur needed her to deal with enemies that might arise, like the Old Lion.
Therefore, the Countess of South Los's involvent was all to Arthur's advantage and no harm.
So—
"Anyti is fine,"
Arthur gave a positive response.
Hearing such a decisive answer, the Female Swordmaster's smile grew wider.
"I was in too much of a hurry last ti and forgot to bring a gift.
Next ti I go, I will surely bring one!"
The Female Swordmaster said this.
"I am most grateful."
Arthur replied, and then, they shared a smile with each other.
You have your stance, and I have my response.
That's always how things are settled.
Interests are also distributed in such a manner.
Arthur and the Female Swordmaster returned to the A-stage arena.
However, this ti, the Female Swordmaster did not take the stage but instead completely handed it over to Arthur—in her eyes, this was Arthur's stage.
There was only one protagonist in today's 'Swordsmanship Competition,'
And that was Arthur.
A tall and sturdy woman like her, standing at two ters and fifty centiters, would do well not to steal the lilight by going on stage.
The very self-aware Female Swordmaster once again represented the Countess to announce the continuation of the 'Swordsmanship Competition,' then, entrusting everything to her deputy, quietly left Elta Square.
Although the Lord Count might already be aware of everything, she still needed to report back as it was her duty.
Of course, more importantly, she needed to prepare a gift for Arthur.
The words she had just spoken were not rely for the sake of speaking.
And for all of these, she needed to consult with the Count.
Both Kangsion, wielder of the Whale Slaying Sword, and Deljo, bearer of the Storm Sword, watched the departing Female Swordmaster and the Count's Guards erging from the crowd and the shadows with varied expressions.
"Indeed, choosing such a cautious thod to co to South Los was most correct!"
Deljo, the Storm Sword, frowned inwardly.
As a pure adventurer and treasure hunter, Deljo and his team constantly traveled and treasure hunted.
As such, he could clearly feel the undercurrents surging through all of South County in recent years.
As for why?
It was, of course, due to the Old Lion's advancing age!
The reason he accepted the invitation to South Los, apart from the offer of an 'Entry-level Atlas' from Baron Hausman, a reward too tempting to refuse,
Was his desire to co to South Los 'Open and Aboveboard'!
Otherwise, his sudden appearance in South Los would have surely drawn attention!
And even, would have exposed his real purpose—
That relic!
The very thought of the ruins of the "Tower of Mist" made the "Storm Sword" uncontrollably excited.
Compared to the "Entry-level Atlas" reward offered by "Baron Hausman," it was the ruins of the "Tower of Mist" that he truly valued.
If his earlier investigations were not wrong, within these ruins there were not only multiple "Entry-level Atlases," but also a great many treasured props and secret techniques.
After all, this was the tomb of one of those four wizards.
Although he did not know which one.
But regardless of which, it would grant him everything he had ever dread of.
The "Storm Sword" wished he could take action right away.
But no, he couldn't!
Under the watchful eyes of the public, everyone was paying attention to the "Spirit dium," and if he chose to leave, it would be far too conspicuous.
'Calm down! Calm down!'
The "Storm Sword" told himself there was still ample ti to find the location of the ruins, forcing himself to calm down, but the occasional anxiety that crossed his face caught the eye of the "Whale Slaying Sword" nearby.
'What's this guy so anxious about?'
The "Whale Slaying Sword" wondered, paying closer attention in secret.
Similarly, Arthur, who had been discreetly keeping an eye on the two, also noticed the unusual behavior of the "Storm Sword."
'Hmm? Besides what I've guessed before, could he have other business in South Los?'
Arthur thought to himself, hiding his curiosity and stepping onto the stage unhurriedly.
Even though the "Swordsmanship Competition" had been interrupted by an accident, its resumption was even livelier—
Of course, only around Elta Square's A-zone stage.
Clap, clap, clap!
With Arthur's entrance to the stage, the applause erupted instantly.
"Sorry, everyone.
I was held up by so personal affairs.
Now, let's continue!"
Arthur said this and bowed once more.
Afterward, he looked toward his next opponent.
As before, it was another instructional match.
But unlike before, this ti even the audience 'joined in.'
With every effortless dodge by Arthur, people gasped in awe.
With every piece of instruction from Arthur, people responded with applause.
And eventually, even after Arthur had finished his match, there were still people seeking guidance.
Arthur did not refuse.
Not only was it very beneficial to his prestige, but he was also about to own a Swordsmanship Club.
This enthusiastic instruction would help the Swordsmanship Club grow—such a club owned by a highly skilled and willing-to-teach swordsmanship Champion would be an unrivaled attraction for the youth passionate about swordsmanship.
And so, the instruction continued until late into the night.
Even when the last participant to receive guidance stepped down from the stage, Arthur maintained his smile but playfully shrugged his shoulders—
"Everyone, I think I missed dinner ti.
Marinda, did you save so food for ?
I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now!"
Arthur called out toward Marinda outside of Elta Square.
His deanor was just like that of most n returning late from overti work.
This familiarity unconsciously narrowed the distance between Arthur and the people around him, leading them to subconsciously embrace Arthur as one of their own.
And this was exactly what Arthur wanted.
Even though the present world had its 'Mystic Side,' the support of the majority was still important.
Marinda kept up her smile.
She conducted herself with proper decorum—not only did she actively take Arthur's hand, but she also nestled against him, lifting her head slightly with passionate love flickering in her eyes as she gazed at Arthur.
Everyone who saw this scene smiled knowingly.
They liked this scene.
So, Arthur and Marinda perford it for everyone to see.
But no sooner had they gotten into the carriage—
Ugh!
Marinda let out a series of retches.
Arthur quickly withdrew to the corner of the carriage.
The young "Spirit dium" feared being splattered with vomit.
This disloyal act prompted Marinda to flip Arthur the bird.
But Arthur was indifferent, simply asking in a soft voice—
"Are you ready?"
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