Just moments ago, the disturbance in Arena A area had already captured the attention of people in other parts of the venue.
And with the cry of this son of a noble, the eyes of the entire Elta Square were now focused here, and the duels that were taking place in the arenas had also come to a halt.
"What? 'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos actually stole someone else's secret technique?"
"The reason 'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos is so powerful is that he steals other people's secret techniques!"
"The reason 'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos is so powerful is because he can steal other people's secret techniques!"
"'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos can obtain other people's memories and secret techniques by consuming their souls!"
In less than five minutes, rumors had begun to morph into tall tales.
Moreover, they spread in every direction with unbelievably exaggerated content.
"Ha, the little games of nobles!"
'Storm Sword' Deljo scoffed.
He had encountered similar situations himself.
However, after he had beheaded that bastard, all the rumors fell apart on their own.
Nonetheless, he had faced some punishment for it.
For instance: a hefty fine.
When he paid the fine, he could clearly sense the glee of the opposing Minor Noble family—because of this, he suspected that they might have deliberately provoked him.
The subsequent half-year of his squad tightening their belts only further convinced him of the nobility's shamelessness.
Just like what was happening now.
Even without knowing the full story, Deljo was certain that this was the work of nobles.
"This guy is doomed!"
'Whale Slaying Sword' Kangsion looked with absolute certainty at the smug Little Lisop.
A noble without a legacy is just like that.
If it had been a Noble Family with three generations of legacy, they would never choose to target an 'Entrant.' Only these upstart nobles would fail to understand what an 'Entrant' really represented.
It was an existence entirely different from 'Arcana Level' and 'Great Arcana Level.'
Even when dealing with 'Arcana Level' or 'Great Arcana Level,' a Noble Family with three generations of legacy would be extremely cautious.
Because they were well aware that their own status stemmed from ancestors possessing the same power.
As for the 'new nobility'?
Their Meritorious Service is commendable.
And worthy of admiration.
Just like those great pirates who roam the seas, even though they are despised by everyone, they still earn the reverence and even worship of others.
Because they possess strength that ordinary people do not have!
The sea can accommodate everything, but the powerful always stand out, so distinctive!
Just like that Pirate General of the Western Sea!
He is the best example.
He earned his current status and position with his own fists, punch by punch.
'Pirates are probably the most pragmatic people in the world.'
They are not protected?'
Kangsion thought inwardly, his gaze sweeping over the civilians around him who had become agitated.
This 'Whale Slaying Sword' clearly remembered that just moments ago, these people were praising that Master—he, who had completed his match early, had witnessed the whole process.
This made Kangsion reflect on the Earl of South Los.
It was he who had spoiled his own subjects.
In a sense, he could be considered a good lord.
Because on his Whale Island, such an individual would have been hanged long ago, and that person's wife and children would have become slaves.
And this was already an act of mercy.
On other islands, the families of such individuals would be hanged as well.
'Truly an 'enviable' South Los!' Kangsion thought to himself as he listened to the ever-growing clamor of the crowd, with heartfelt emotion in his heart.
However, this 'Whale Slaying Sword' had no intention of intervening.
He was well aware that the Master had planned all along.
So, the wielder of the Whale Slaying Sword quietly watched the Earl of South Los's Swordsmanship Chief walk toward the arena—
"Good afternoon, Swordsmanship Master Julie!"
Little Lisop bowed respectfully to the Female Swordmaster.
As his head was lowered, the son of the Lord couldn't help but smile.
Listen to the voices around!
"Get down from there!"
"'Spirit Mediums' should be sent to the Burning Stake!"
The voices were as tumultuous as before.
But to Little Lisop, they sounded so sweet and pleasant.
'Commoners are only worthy of being deceived, not treated kindly!'
Thinking about his father's words, Little Lisop straightened his back, his smile already replaced by a serious expression.
"Swordsmanship Master Julie, I earnestly request for your justice!
Lord Arthur Kledos has stolen my family's secret technique!"
The Countess's Swordsmanship Chief countered.
Little Lisop answered with utmost certainty.
The Countess's Swordsmanship Chief asked again.
This time, Little Lisop immediately sensed something was wrong.
However, Little Lisop did not think about himself but thought of Arthur's lover, Marinda, the lady known for her cruel methods who was closely associated with the Countess, even rumored to have become the Countess's financial backer.
So, are they trying to pressure me under the guise of the Countess's identity to brush this off?
Do they really think the Lisop Family would fear that Mother Tigress?'
With a series of cold laughs in his heart, Little Lisop looked at the Swordsmanship Chief with an even more serious expression.
"Are you going to shield a thief?"
"I will not shield a thief!"
The Female Swordmaster shook her head decisively.
Then, she turned her gaze to Arthur.
"Advisor Kredos, do you have anything to ask?"
This inquiry puzzled Little Lisop.
It also confused those around.
Because it did not seem like a question for a thief, but rather a consultation.
And the next scene confused everyone even more.
The eyes of the young 'Spirit Medium' filled with compassion, his voice softly inquiring Little Lisop—
Watching Arthur at this moment, hearing his question, Little Lisop felt a bit panicky.
This time, he began to doubt himself.
Was there something wrong in the plan?
Every part of the plan was perfect; even the people involved were silenced, and if there were any problems, it would still be without evidence. At the very least, they could use these fools to attack the 'Spirit Medium.'
With that thought, Little Lisop reaffirmed confidently.
As these words were spoken, everyone saw the look of regret and dullness appearing on the young 'Spirit Medium's' face, and even a touch of sorrow.
As if he couldn't bear to see what was before him, the young 'Spirit Medium' turned away.
A contract appeared in the middle of the arena.
It floated in the air, displaying its contents to everyone around.
And when the people clearly saw its contents...