They all call me Great Master-Chapter 769 - 766 Boom VII

Viscount Windsor's words were urgent.

The smile of the Marquess of Ainhars was brilliant.

"Everything is under control."

After the Marquis had given his assurance, Viscount Windsor headed toward the manor—he needed to share this good news with Ross.

He and he had waited too long.

The Marquess of Ainhars and three Barons, four Barons, stayed outside the manor gate.

They needed to give Viscount Windsor some time alone.

Although this was a courtesy usually reserved for ladies.

But Viscount Windsor...

It would do!

Leondsey thought to himself and glanced at his companions Darnel, Yakaz, and Lalia—they had all come from the same barracks.

Their fathers had also come from the same barracks.

And their grandfathers?

Had fought together in the "Seven Years' War".

Then, they died together in battle.

Thus, the bond between the four men was extraordinary.

Even though there were some tensions as they settled down and in order to cooperate with the master of Ainhars Territory, now was still a moment of close kinship.

They could even communicate with just a look—

Leondsey: This time, people might die.

Yakaz: When do they not die.

Lalia: Mainly because previously, it wasn't us who died.

Yakaz was a serious-faced middle-aged man, in contrast, Lalia wore a more relaxed expression.

And the silent Darnel wasn't truly silent; the Lord was worried about his son.

His son was not particularly Talent.

Though he had "Spirituality", it was unlikely he'd ever "Awaken" in his lifetime.

This was too cruel for his son.

If he had no "Spirituality", he could stay away, but having "Spirituality" without being able to master real power was truly agonizing.

So, he had come this time.

Staking his life!

The "Blood Drinker" Haibo!

This was the opportunity!

After taking a slight breath and noticing the questioning gazes of his former companions, Lord Darnel smiled.

Darnel: It's for my son.

These were the words within the Lord's heart.

They were the truthful thoughts of Leondsey, Yakaz, and Lalia as well.

Their sons were quite Talent, but had also not "Awakened".

They hoped their sons could have a better starting point.

So, they had come.

Leondsey: You haven't forgotten the battle formation, have you?

Yakaz: I remember.

Lalia: How could I forget?

Darnel: This time, I'll take the lead position.

The other three were stunned; they had never thought Darnel would make such a request.

The lead position, that's the frontline of the battle formation.

Simply put, during defense, it's where most of the attacks are borne.

And during attack?

It is the vanguard.

Ten years ago, Darnel was always in the lead position, but in recent years, Darnel had generally operated alone, acting as a cavalryman providing support.

Leondsey glanced at the three Barons nearby, then inquired with a look—

Leondsey: Are you sure?

Darnel: I am sure.

Yakaz then raised his hand, Lalia placed his immediately on top without hesitation, and Leondsey followed suit shortly.

Then, the three men turned their gaze towards Darnel together.

The Lord didn't hesitate, placing his hand on top as well.

"The Ainhars Four, reunited once again!"

Leondsey began to smile.

Even the stern Yakaz showed a smile.

Lalia shouted—

"We shall be invincible!"

This exclamation was heard by the three Barons, Tami, Kama, and Harlan.

But these three Barons did not care, even though Baron Harlan, who had always shown a close bond with Darnel, had no response.

At least, not outwardly.

But in their hearts?

'A rabble!

Waiting for death at the cannon's mouth!'

"You will surely die!"

"The fruits of victory are mine alone to share!"

Baron Harlan cursed in his heart.

This time, in response to the lord's summons, His Excellency the Baron had brought everything his family possessed, including the Hidden Guard, the trusted aides, and all the props and scrolls from his family treasury, fully armed.

Indeed, the Baron was full of confidence!

He couldn't believe that the centuries-old accumulation of the Harlan Family couldn't hurt that 'Blood Drinker.'

And as long as they injured the 'Blood Drinker,' made him bleed...

They would win!

It wasn't just Baron Harlan who was confident; Baron Tami and Baron Kama felt the same.

They too were armed to the teeth, bringing all their family's assets and servants.

They also had to have a share in the spoils of this battle.

Because only by doing so—

Could their families climb to higher positions.

And those who elevated their families?

Naturally, they ought to receive the honors they deserved!

Their portraits would surely be placed in the very center of their family mansions.

Thinking about such glory, the three Barons immediately became excited.

Every expression and the slightest change among his subordinates were seen by the Marquis of Ainhars.

As for the discord among his subordinates?

He was very pleased to see it.

Or rather...

It was the result he had manipulated.

Tightly united subordinates were not beneficial to the rule of the Ainhars Family—unity might suit a Demon Hunter, but a Demon Hunter never makes a good lord.

Thinking of his grandfather's words, the gaze of the Marquis involuntarily shifted toward the nearby Shadows.

Then, he revealed a scornful smile.

He certainly knew Count Bernaken had arrived a step ahead of him.

He also knew that by trying to save that fool Lynn, Count Bernaken had made his own situation awkward.

He further knew that Count Bernaken was not a true noble, but merely a Demon Hunter wearing noble's skin.

So—

"You will eventually die the fate of a Demon Hunter!

Will it be killed by a monster?

Or impaled by a rusty pitchfork through your chest?

Or perhaps die unnoticed in a cold, dank basement in abject poverty?

You could have been adorned with honors.

Unfortunately...

You forfeited them!"

Thinking of how his numerous attempts at alliance had been ignored by the other party, the Marquis of Ainhars grew even more disdainful of the so-called Earl's choices.

Demon Hunter?

Ever since they were incorporated by The Holy Court, they had been in complete decline following the disappearance of The Holy Court.

Even if it was against their will at the time.

Even now, some youths claim to uphold the honor of a Demon Hunter.

But does it matter?

Not at all!

No lord would allow an additional power on his territory, especially not someone like a Demon Hunter, who are considered 'not very smart.'

The Holy Era had ended.

The Silver Age had also ended.

The Pioneer Era had begun.

However,

there was still no place for Demon Hunters.

Thinking of the 'Seven Years' War' that ushered in the Pioneer Era, when some landowners launched one Burning Stake after another under the guise of 'hunting demons,' the Marquis of Ainhars could not help but want to laugh.

On those Burning Stakes, not only were commoners and solitary women burned to death.

Many wizards and...

Demon Hunters were also burned!

The sight of Demon Hunters being burned at the stake was just too ridiculous.

"It's a pity, but that era is no more.

Thus, the opportunity for a fated death is given to you—

You should cherish it!"

The Marquis of Ainhars warned Count Bernaken.

Meanwhile, the Old Earl, who was busy pulling his apprentice and butler Lynn out of the Phantom Realm, paid no heed to this fallen Demon Hunter.

It wasn't that he didn't want to acknowledge him.

He simply didn't have the time.

If possible, he would have loved to p**s in the other's face to wake him up.

At that moment, a flicker of worry flashed in the depths of the Old Earl's eyes—

"Big trouble is coming!"