They all call me Great Master-Chapter 753 - 750 Ignorant Touch II

Ainhars Territory, outside Port Pult.

A band of river pirates hid among the reeds by the riverbank, as Fizz chewed on dried loach and enviously gazed toward the concealed encampment in the distance—Fizz was well aware that it was the temporary camp of the 'Red Knights', which not only harbored many infamous river pirates but also an abundance of roasted meat and wine.

"I wonder if they spread honey on that roast meat?"

As Fizz spoke, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Then, a chorus of swallowing sounds arose around him.

Many of the river pirates were crazily gulping down water while looking at the half-eaten piece of dried loach in Fizz's mouth, hoping the fullness brought by the water would temporarily make them forget their hunger.

This scene made the leader of the river pirates, Nisimi, frown.

Subconsciously, Nisimi wanted to scold his subordinates.

But then, the pirate leader immediately shut his mouth.

He thought about his current situation.

He was no longer the leader of a hundred river pirates.

The people he had at his disposal now barely amounted to the six in front of him.

Including himself, that was just seven people.

For river pirates, that was really as few as they come, but Nisimi was not disheartened. He believed that if this venture succeeded, he could quickly round up a new crew, and moreover, he would arm them all with muskets. By then, even if they encountered those nobles, they would stand a fighting chance.

As for the 'Slaughterer' Kmar, who led him to this sorry state?

'Just you wait!

I will sever your head!

You will not die, nor will I!'

Every time he thought about that surprise ambush, Nisimi seethed with rage.

It was he who had targeted the prize first, and he had even abided by the rules, offering up a third of the cargo.

But what was the result?

That bastard 'Slaughterer' not only broke the rules but, after taking his goods, gave orders to shell his ship, sending it to the bottom of the river, slaughtering his men one by one, sparing not even those who surrendered.

If it hadn't been for good luck, Fizz and he would have died too.

However, an unexpected storm saved both him and Fizz.

Giving them the chance to start anew.

Even better, they stumbled upon a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—

'Oriental'!

The Southern Lost Spirit Medium!

Rumors had it that the 'Oriental' was laden with countless treasures, any random ornament taken from it was made of pure gold, many even studded with gems.

If he got his hands on just one, he could rise again.

As for the Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

Although a big shot had offered a reward of 300,000 gold coins, Nisimi remained unmoved in the face of such a high bounty.

This pirate was all too aware of the terrifying creatures that lurked in a world unknown to common folk.

Waging battle against those monsters, no number of lives would be enough.

So, his plan was to fish in troubled waters.

Of course, he couldn't say that in front of his men.

"Since you all have agreed to acknowledge me as the boss, then I will definitely show you what is meant by..."

Pfft!

Amid the unique sound of a blade tearing through the air, a cold gleam swept across the pirate leader's neck.

His speech abruptly ended.

The pirates had no time to react before they saw their leader's head soaring into the sky.

The new members of the gang were scared stiff on the spot.

Fizz, however, shouted at the top of his lungs—

"He ambushed the boss!

Kill him, avenge the boss!"

The shout was thunderous, but his steps retreated.

It wasn't that Fizz lacked courage, but rather, Fizz had clearly seen who the attacker was...

No!

To put it precisely, Fizz had seen that the person was wielding twin swords.

In other territories, twin swords were merely a common type of weapon, but in Ainhars Territory, they held a different meaning.

It was well-known that the banner of the Marquess of Ainhars was a red background with twin swords.

Put simply, anyone using twin swords within Ainhars Territory was one of the Ainhars Family.

And outsiders?

Most were hanged for the offense of trespassing.

Fizz dared not confront a noble head-on.

However, the river pirate who had barely taken two strides immediately regretted it.

He saw a troop of horsemen.

The troop was not small in number, approximately thirty.

When had they appeared?

Fizz's mind was full of doubt, but he was soon drawn to the attire of the members of the troop.

Based on their clothing, the pirate could tell that most of them were soldiers, and the rest...

Nobles!

The extravagant accessories and the unique aura that set them apart from ordinary people allowed the pirate to confirm that the young people at the front of the group were nobles.

This river pirate did not know why these young nobles had appeared here, but instinctively, he cried out—

"Spare..."

Spurt!

A sword blade pierced through Fizz's neck and into his mouth, and then, with a twist of the longsword, half of Fizz's head fell to the ground.

Behind Fizz, a young noble with a youthful face sneered in disdain.

"Is this a river pirate?

Not so impressive."

Afterward, the young noble looked towards the leading noble.

The similarity in their features, with a fifty percent resemblance, was enough to illustrate their blood relation.

Indeed, it was as such—

"Brother, is this the river pirate you spoke of?

Lacking even a tiny bit of martial skill or secret techniques, and moreover, they are all cowards!"

While speaking, the youthful noble glanced over at Fizz's corpse.

"Burton, what you faced were merely the least of the river pirates, and yet, in a surprise attack, you almost let this man get away. Imagine what would happen if you faced river pirates like the 'Red Knights'.

Our father taught us to never be careless at any time."

The young noble said this while his gaze faintly swept across the lady riding beside him.

The lady had a beautiful face, but an outstanding figure that stood out remarkably. Even in loose hunting attire, her body shaped it as if it were a tight-fitting dress, especially when paired with her slightly squinted, slender eyes, which made Lori feel parched.

Then, the Marquis' Eldest Son of Ainhars thought about the dowry owned by the daughter of Viscount Windsor, and he vowed earnestly in his heart—

'This time, I must win over Windsor!'

Immediately, the Marquis' Eldest Son felt an even greater desire to show off.

However, the young noble told himself to be patient.

After all, that disgrace to the Ainhars Family, Kalal, was as good as exiled. Even if Windsor had some ties with him, she had already disassociated herself from those relations before.

No one else could pose a threat to him anymore.

So, he mustn't hurry.

He needed to take it slow.

Stick to the plan.

Feeling the gaze of everyone present converging on him after his recent words, the Marquis' Eldest Son continued to speak without delay—

"Do you know why I suddenly chose to go hunting today?"

As he spoke, the Marquis' Eldest Son flashed a mysterious smile.

This time, even Lady Windsor looked over.

Achieving his goal, the Marquis' Eldest Son, without any hesitation, immediately said.

"Because, I want to invite you to witness an exciting spectacle! 'Red Knight' versus the Southern Lost Spirit Medium!"

As soon as these words came out, the young nobility from the Ainhars Territory showed expressions of surprise.

The 'Red Knight' need not be mentioned, as being nobility within the Ainhars Territory, they were all too familiar with the name.

As for the Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

That had also been a frequent topic of conversation lately.

But how had the two come into contact and moreover were set to battle?

Seeing everyone's confusion, the Marquis' Eldest Son grew even more proud.

"All of this is, of course, thanks to my efforts—I had already arranged everything, for..."

As he elongated his speech, the surrounding crowd's confusion and curiosity turned into surprise and admiration, especially with Lady Windsor showing a trace of extraordinary interest in her eyes, which gave the Marquis' Eldest Son great satisfaction.

As for the admiration from his younger brother Burton?

The Marquis' Eldest Son did not see it. freewёbnoνel.com

The Marquis' Eldest Son surveyed the circle of young nobles from Ainhars Territory and continued to speak—

"For us to smoothly ascend to the stage of Ainhars!"