They all call me Great Master-Chapter 527 - 524 Cosette.Harold!

The secret room of Harold Manor was also inside the master's study of the main building.

In fact, most nobles were quite happy to place secret rooms in places like studies.

Because of privacy!

Compared to bedrooms frequented by many ladies, the master's study was the most private place in a noble's estate, where even the personal butler needed explicit permission to enter, aside from the estate owner.

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As for security?

The very existence of the study's secret room, open and aboveboard, was enough to prove its security.

Newer noble families like the Lisop Family might still use mechanical machinery, but for a truly flourishing family like the Harold Family, secret techniques in machinery were standard.

Moreover, some places would use unique secret techniques.

Thus, even though many thieves knew where the most valuable things in the entire estate were, they dared not try their luck lightly.

After all, one only had one life.

Of course, the most important thing was that everyone was waiting for others to take the lead.

No one wanted their own death to benefit someone else.

Arthur understood this deeply.

The very reason his earth tutor friends had changed the rule from "father down to the grave, son on top" to "son down to the grave, father on top" was because a father and son had found an Old Seed Buddha Statue in a grave; the son buried his own father and monopolized the two-foot-tall statue.

Even fathers and sons were like this.

Let alone strangers.

As for the son who got the Old Seed Buddha Statue?

He was shot dead with random gunfire beyond the border.

Did he really think that without his father's contacts, sentiments, and experience, he could still have a smooth sailing?

The people who reaped the benefits were those who killed without blinking an eye.

Every time he saw the Old Seed Buddha Statue in the living room, Arthur reminded himself to be cautious.

But at the moment, there was no need for caution.

Right now, it was the master's butler leading the way—

The mechanism that opened it was located on the bookshelf.

But the subsequent Glyphic Language was the key point.

Lady Glast did not avoid it.

Titon also pretended not to notice.

The Harold Family had reached such a state that it was not the time to fret over such matters.

Right now, the most important thing was the young master!

Thinking this, Titon hastened his speech.

About four or five seconds later, a passage big enough for one person opened on the bookshelf of the study.

It was still Titon in front, Lady Glast following.

There were candlesticks at the entrance corridor, and Titon picked up a candlestick to light the candles on it.

The candlelight illuminated the path ahead.

First, it went straight about 5 meters, then there was a spiral staircase descending.

After a depth of about 30 meters, there was another door.

A wooden door wrapped with metal, thick and solid.

Creak!

Titon pushed forcefully, and the wooden door slowly opened.

In his mouth, Titon silently counted—

"1, 2, 3!"

When he reached 3, Titon stopped pushing the door and instead squeezed through the door crack, turning off the three crossbow arrow mechanisms located behind the door.

"Originally, there was a gargoyle guarding this place, but the Harold Family's finances could not sustain its operation, and it was sold to Baron Kemir 20 years ago."

The embarrassment that appeared on Titon's face as he saw Lady Glast looking at the three crossbow arrow mechanisms.

In the eyes of this butler, being seen by outsiders as the Harold Family being in such a dire situation was still a matter of great shame.

Lady Glast, however, did not mind.

"At least, the Harold Family is still here."

Before, the two gargoyles of Kemir Manor had left an impressive mark, but Kemir Manor had already become Caesar Manor.

What good were two gargoyles?

It wasn't theirs anymore.

The words of Lady Glast greatly increased Titon's favorable impression.

This old butler, with a strong sense of self-esteem and family honor, bowed slightly to Lady Glast before continuing downward—below a spot on the floor, there was another secret passage.

After descending another 10 meters, the two finally reached their true destination.

A secret chamber as large as three basketball courts.

At that moment, the chamber contained nothing but a huge glass vessel in the center and books and various materials scattered everywhere.

The books were haphazardly placed on desks and shelves.

Some were simply thrown on the floor.

One could see the impatience of Baron Harold when he was flipping through the books.

The materials were much better organized, still sorted into categories.

Clearly, even in his impatience, Baron Harold had not lost his sanity and left dangerous materials exposed.

To Lady Glast's surprise—

Inside the material cabinet, there was a 'Fire Lizard's Pouch.'

This was the necessary base ingredient for studying "Abdel's Pyrokinesis."

Arthur had not learned the technique after receiving the secret from Marinda because the 'Fire Lizard's Pouch' was difficult to find.

He hadn't expected to find it here.

Lady Glast noted this in her mind, but her gaze swept past it and finally rested on the cylindrical glass vessel that extended from the floor to the ceiling.

This glass vessel required five adults to embrace it.

Inside, it was filled with a faint blue-green liquid.

A baby floated within it.

The baby had already grown eyelashes, and upon sensing someone watching it, it shyly turned away, but after a while, turned back and put its hand in its mouth, appearing curious.

"Miss Cosette!"

Titon knelt on one knee before the incubator, his eyes shimmering with tears.

This was the only descendant of His Lordship!

This was the hope of the Harold family!

This was the future of the Harold family!

"I swear by my life and soul that I will guard the lady before me for life, never betray, never forsake, my life hereafter shall be lived for you!"

Titon whispered his oath.

A flash of light, such an oath, was certified by a contract.

Sensing this touch of "Spirituality," Cosette Harold inside the incubator reached out her palm, placing it upon the incubator.

As if she were touching Titon.

"Miss!"

A smile flickered across Titon's lips.

Lady Glast then spoke directly.

"Don't be too happy too soon!

Cosette is only about seven months along, and to be truly born, she still needs more time—during this time, we must ensure the absolute safety of Harold Manor."

Titon's smile stiffened.

Indeed, the miss had yet to be born successfully; they must remain alert.

And the thing before him seemed absolutely immovable.

In fact, even if it were possible to move it, Titon would not do so.

Seven months pregnant was the most dangerous time.

Miss before him was also of seven months' size.

If anything were to go wrong, even death would not be acceptable to him.

But how could they ensure that the miss stayed safe here, undisturbed?

Subconsciously, Titon looked toward Lady Glast.

"Lady Glast, do you have any suggestions?"

"Yes!"

Lady Glast nodded firmly, then spoke word for word—

"You go immediately to No. 2 Cork Street in South Los, pledge allegiance to Arthur Kredos in the name of the Harold Family, and have Cosette Harold recognize Arthur Kredos as her godfather."