They all call me Great Master-Chapter 587 - 584: Unexpected Help!

As the two boxes of fireworks and crackers ran out, the people of Cork Street said goodbye to each other.

However, just as they were about to enter their homes, fireworks lit up another street in the distance.

Clearly, some people were following suit.

Arthur wasn’t surprised by this.

After all, happiness is contagious.

When you keep laughing nonstop, those around you will always join in, especially when doing something joyful, as the laughter always seems to add an extra touch of pleasure.

The fireworks continued to light up the sky outside the window from time to time.

Pendragon looked around curiously.

This wasn’t the first time Pendragon had seen fireworks.

But they still felt novel.

To Pendragon, these glowing objects were quite interesting.

The Police Chief, on the other hand, was trying to catch Pendragon’s constantly swishing tail from behind.

And the result each time?

He ended up being whipped to the ground by Pendragon’s tail.

After seven consecutive times, the Police Chief became extremely cautious.

Then he ran under the table, shielding half his body with the table leg and peeking out, as if it wasn’t Pendragon’s tail he was observing but an orange snake.

When Malz just couldn’t help wanting to pick up his cat, the Police Chief, on the other hand, held on to the table leg with both paws, a picture of loyalty.

This left Malz quite helpless.

Arthur, however, was holding a roast venison steak, a smile on his lips, savoring the meat in his hand while enjoying the scene before him.

"Malz, have you noticed that the Police Chief really is like a summer sled dog?"

"I have noticed.

When the Police Chief bit a hole in my bedboard, I noticed."

Malz said with a wry smile.

Bitten through the bedboard?

Arthur was momentarily startled, then gave the Police Chief a thumbs-up.

The Police Chief tilted his head, not quite understanding the gesture.

Then, perhaps feeling silly, he jumped out of Malz’s arms to the ground and meowed at Arthur.

A posture that said "I am formidable; don’t mess with me."

Then—

Thwack!

He was slapped to the ground by Pendragon with a single claw.

Instinctively, the Police Chief was about to fight back.

But the size difference was too great; once Pendragon lifted his paw and pressed down on the Police Chief’s head, the latter stretched his paws in vain, unable to reach Pendragon.

When Pendragon let go of his paw, the Police Chief hid behind the table leg again, observing Pendragon.

Pendragon, however, couldn’t bother with this idiot.

If it hadn’t been for the Police Chief’s show-off attitude towards Arthur just now, Pendragon wouldn’t have cared at all.

My master, only I can meow!

Proudly lifting his head, Pendragon jumped onto the windowsill once more.

Someone was setting off fireworks in the distance again.

So beautiful.

"Sigh, I doubt the Police Chief is very smart."

Malz sighed once again.

"No worries, a silly child is easier to take care of."

Arthur then picked up a piece of braised venison.

Different from the roasted one, this piece of venison was juicier, and after he suggested adding vinegar and garlic paste, the taste improved even more.

And as Arthur finished eating this piece of venison, Ms. Camille was the first to speak up—

"Are you ready for the trip to Inner Bay?"

The lady asked.

"Everything that could be prepared has been prepared.

The rest?

Play it by ear."

Arthur said frankly.

In fact, it was exactly as he said.

He had prepared all that he could.

But plans can’t keep up with changes.

He could really only play it by ear.

He wasn’t a direct descendant of any deity, constantly graced with Divine Favor.

"Hmm,"

Ms. Camille said, then handed Arthur a slip of paper—although the lady knew that everyone present could be trusted, even Susan, that damn woman, could be trusted, the battles of commerce had accustomed her to caution.

Arthur took the slip of paper.

It read: No. 107 Bell Tower Street, Van Helsing.

"He’s a quirky fellow, but trustworthy.

If! I mean, if!

You encounter unexpected trouble, go to him—and tell him that the debt you owe to Anna Vilis needs to be repaid."

Ms. Camille said earnestly.

"Vilis?

You still have connections with the Hunter Family?"

Madam Susan appeared to recognize the name and was immediately astonished.

"It was just a coincidence,"

"In fact, if possible, I wish I could get in touch with the current brothers of the Winchester Family.

"With their intervention, Arthur’s safety could be truly guaranteed."

Ms. Camille did not explain further, her words filled with regret.

"Are you sure you’re not pushing Arthur into the fire pit?

"Every generation of brothers in that family is a trouble magnet.

"If you let them handle problems, they’ll only sink into bigger ones."

Madam Susan made such a remark.

Then, this lady also handed Arthur a note.

"He’s a nice man,

"And can be trusted.

"When you need help, go find him."

Madam Susan’s tone was similar to Ms. Camille’s.

Arthur immediately turned the note over, and it read: No. 13 Crimson Lane, Lady Selene.

"She owes your grandfather a favor,

"And she owes me one too.

"Two favors are enough for her to help you once.

"Remember, only once!

"After that, stay away from her!"

Madam Susan’s expression was serious, her demeanor filled with unprecedented earnestness.

"Understood!"

Arthur nodded solemnly in response.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ could feel the goodwill of this lady, as well as that of Ms. Camille.

For this, he was extremely grateful to his grandfather.

Even towards Lady Selene, he had begun to speculate.

Lady Selene is a woman, right?

From Madam Susan’s tone, she must have been an outstanding figure in the previous generation.

And she knew Old Charlie, didn’t she?

It’s quite obvious.

Of course, Arthur didn’t show it.

He just sincerely raised his glass—

"Thank you."

The genuine gratitude brought smiles to the faces of Madam Susan and Ms. Camille.

Afterward, the two ladies stood up to take their leave.

The fact that they could attend Arthur’s ’Winter Banquet’ meant they really squeezed it into their schedules; indeed, had it not been to give Arthur an ace up his sleeve, they might not have come at all.

Linda followed her mother and also left.

Looking back reluctantly as she boarded the carriage.

Arthur stood in front of No. 2 Cork Street, smiling and waving goodbye.

Linda immediately waved back.

Then, the carriage drove away.

"I can’t give you the substantial help those two ladies can— I can only make sure South Los is well guarded!"

Malz shrugged his shoulders.

"Isn’t that enough?"

Arthur asked in surprise.

The two of them smiled at each other, followed by a man-to-man hug.

"You must come back safe, Arthur.

"You’re young, anything is possible!"

The old sheriff whispered.

"Don’t worry!

"I’m more afraid of dying than you think!"

Arthur said with a laugh.

The two men clapped each other on the back.

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Arthur watched Malz depart until he was out of sight, then he and Marinda walked back into No. 2 Cork Street.

There was still food, and of course, Arthur was not one to waste.

But just as he had polished it off, still wanting more—

"I left you a special portion in the kitchen,"

Marinda said, walking toward the kitchen.

"Marinda, I love you, you know that,

"I have never felt as much love for you as I do at this moment,"

Arthur said dramatically.

Marinda promptly flipped Arthur the bird.

And it was at this moment—

Ding ding ding!

The bell of Elta Square struck twelve times.

Only at midnight during the ’Cold Winter Festival’ would the big clock of Elta Square chime.

It signified not only the coming of a new day but also the arrival of a new year.

Arthur and Marinda looked at each other and simultaneously whispered—

"Happy New Year!"