They all call me Great Master
Chapter 882 - 879 Fishing IV

One moment, the young Pistri Hamlet was brimming with confidence, full of youthful vigor, with a commanding presence.

The next moment, this Young Lion's face turned completely red, his body awkward, displaying a look of wanting to glance at his crotch but not daring to.

And this was all because of a single sentence from Arthur.

Of course, the habitually deceitful Arthur wasn't lying this time.

The Young Lion's crotch was indeed torn.

The torn spot wasn't large.

Only a finger's width.

Moreover, Arthur knew exactly when it got torn.

When he crawled into the 'secret passage'.

As for why he didn't warn the other in advance?

If he had warned him in advance, how could Arthur have witnessed the current scene, or maintained control?

"I, I did this by accident.

I, I won't take it to heart.

I, I, I..."

The Young Lion stammered.

Clearly, the young man hoped to use words to relieve his embarrassment, but once the words were out, he realized the more he spoke, the more embarrassed he felt.

At first, he could still form complete sentences.

But later, he couldn't even manage complete sentences.

Especially seeing Arthur smiling happily, the Young Lion instinctively grabbed his trousers, as if they might fly off at any moment.

Then, his legs crossed unconsciously.

As if Arthur's eyes could see through anything.

"Tsk, I'm not interested in men."

Seeing the Young Lion like this, Arthur rolled his eyes.

Then, he picked up some firewood next to him and added it to the fire. As the sparks crackled, Arthur's face displayed a smile, and he said softly—

"It's about to dawn."

"Hmm?"

The Young Lion was confused and followed Arthur's gaze to look at the east.

There, it became increasingly deep and dark.

Clearly, dawn was approaching.

But…

What does this have to do with the current situation?

What exactly does this person want to say?

Why say this with such a smile?

Moreover, that smile is even more joyous than seeing my trousers torn?

'Bah!

It's not that my crotch is torn!

I just accidentally ripped it while dodging!

I won't let it bother me!'

The Young Lion shouted in his mind, as the golden ring he held couldn't be given away anyway—he wasn't truly stupid, he could see the other was intentional.

When he thought he could control the future and offered the other a promise of the future, the other intentionally did this.

Clearly, the other didn't believe in his future.

The Young Lion, even though he believed in his future himself, couldn't explain it.

Furthermore, in his view, explaining would mean completely disregarding decorum.

His face wasn't that thick yet.

Simply put, the Young Lion cared about his dignity.

If it were someone else, for instance, Wiggins who was a street regular, he'd probably just strip off his trousers audaciously.

If it were Arthur?

Arthur wouldn't take off his own trousers.

But Arthur would take off the other's trousers.

Then, naturally, he'd wear the other's trousers and burn his own.

After all, there's only one pair of trousers between the two, whoever doesn't wear trousers is embarrassed.

He, Arthur, would never be embarrassed.

Certainly, Arthur wouldn't really bully honest people.

He liked the nature of honest people.

He appreciated honest people's gratitude.

So—

Arthur handed a women's dress to the Young Lion.

It was a pink, lace-trimmed dress.

This year's popular style.

Arthur prepared it in advance to cheer Marinda up.

Bringing it out now?

It was quite fitting.

After all, Arthur remembered, just moments ago when the Young Lion offered him a 'token', he revealed an unintentional loftiness.

Arthur of course bore no grudge.

Why begrudge that?

If he has a vendetta, he usually retaliates immediately.

Watching the Young Lion, who received the dress with a complex expression, Arthur felt delight deep within.

This delight was just a tiny bit less than the anticipation of the 'XP value' after daybreak—the recent heartfelt smile was from this anticipation.

Arthur was clear, he was on the verge of unprecedented gains.

South Los, Seberlin, Ainhars, Bert Territory, Inner Bay, totally stirring up the entire South County.

'How much XP value will there be?'

Arthur speculated.

His eyes naturally fixed on the conflicted Young Lion.

At this moment, the Young Lion faced a life decision.

To continue wearing trousers with a torn crotch.

Or to wear a women's dress.

If he could, he'd choose neither, but if forced to choose, he'd pick…

Tie the women's dress around his waist!

'Really think I'd wear women's clothes?

Hmph!

I'm not that foolish!'

The Young Lion thought to himself, casting a look of smugness toward Arthur.

Arthur was waiting for this smugness.

When the Young Lion tied that pink lace-trimmed dress around his waist, and the look of smugness peaked, Arthur spoke—

"What I meant was, you could just tear off a piece of fabric for cover, no need to tie the entire dress around your waist, which would make you look like a…

Pervert!"

Arthur slightly elongated the tone before finally uttering those two words.

The Young Lion stood there struck by thunder.

The smugness in his eyes had already vanished without a trace.

The emotion brewing in his eyes quite clearly was about to spill out in tears.

Silence.

A full ten seconds of silence later, the Young Lion quietly untied the dress, not bothering to cover himself anymore, simply placing the dress aside.

Imitating Arthur, he sat cross-legged by the campfire.

"What do you want?"

The Young Lion asked dully, almost robotically.

Clearly, at this moment, the Young Lion had completely given up.

He no longer tried to guess Arthur's intentions.

Nor would he attempt to probe Arthur using his understanding.

He opted for honesty.

Because he realized, if he continued to guess, or used his methods to test the young man before him, he'd certainly end up hurt.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

He didn't understand why what he learned from his father and brother was utterly useless.

But he understood the young man before him, though not malicious, was far more troublesome than he imagined.

Arthur glanced at the Young Lion, feeling somewhat unfulfilled.

He originally thought the other could hold out for several more rounds.

From his appearance, the other had been half-heartedly acting—such clumsy performance, if not for his cheerful mood, Arthur might have pelted him with rotten eggs.

Clearly, the Young Lion, once betrayed, had learned to protect himself.

But to Arthur, it wasn't impressive enough.

Thus Arthur countered—

"No, no, no!

It's not about what I want!

It's about what you, Pistri Hamlet, want to do!"