They all call me Great Master-Chapter 225 - 222 That Night’s Moon...

Regarding the information about the "Bloodline Clan," Arthur knew very little.

Besides knowing that the "Blood Marquis" had allowed his son to inherit the "Talent" and awaken the "Bloodline," causing the entire "Bloodline Clan" to disappear completely during the "Seven Years’ War," he also confirmed that there was something fishy about the disappearance of the "Bloodline Clan."

More?

That was all.

Therefore, to perfectly play the role of the elder brother of the "Bloodline Clan" member in front of him, he had to make up for this gap.

Schizophrenia!

Amnesia!

That was the solution Arthur thought of.

However, compared to schizophrenia, amnesia was more suited to the current situation.

As for schizophrenia?

If there were any secret techniques or potions within the "Bloodline Clan" members that could treat "amnesia," and he were to be treated or take them himself, it wouldn’t be too late for him to then experience schizophrenia.

People always think about leaving themselves a way out!

But Spirit Mediums don’t need to!

Because, for Spirit Mediums, everywhere is a way out!

The "Bloodline Clan" member standing aside, watching Arthur holding his head in pain, felt deeply sympathetic, but in an instant, he was pulled back to that night.

It was originally the night of Bradley’s awakening, but countless enemies appeared.

But that wasn’t the most terrifying part!

The most terrifying thing was...

The moon!

Recalling that scene, the youngest member of the "Bloodline Clan," Bern, shuddered all over.

He knew no one could escape the catastrophe that targeted the "Bloodline Clan."

The Marquis couldn’t, he couldn’t, and the elder brother in front of him couldn’t either. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

The Marquis died in battle.

He was seriously injured and has not yet healed.

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And the elder brother in front of him, in a way, was in an even worse condition—this brother must have been one of the secret trusted aides dispatched by the Marquis back then; otherwise, he wouldn’t have never met him.

"Calamity, like a shadow that follows,

Blood red, never fading.

When we meet again, it will be the birth of the King of Eternal Night!"

Bern mumbled the Marchioness’s prophecy unconsciously and looked at the "Blood Descendant" with even gentler and more reverent eyes.

He, wounded by a Witch Hunter, has not healed.

And he might never fully recover in this life.

Therefore, he absolutely couldn’t be the King of Eternal Night.

But the elder brother in front of him was different; his ability to face the horror and leave unscathed was sufficient proof of his strength, and moreover...

He might just be the Marquis’s alternative.

At the time, due to Bradley’s situation, the clan had held more than one "Blood Council" and several elders had proposed changing the heir.

Although the Marquis had not agreed, he must have been prepared.

The elder brother in front of him must be the alternative!

’This is truly great!’

The constantly anxious Bern cheered inwardly, and at this moment, he not only found his clan members but also a reliance, and he even put down the heavy burden in his heart.

What he now needed to do was to assist his elder brother in becoming the new "Blood Marquis."

This was not difficult, as he believed the Marquis had arranged everything.

What was difficult was...

Healing!

The family had similar healing secret techniques, but he had not mastered them.

And to relearn them, he must return to the clan’s lands, but the terror still lingered there!

Bern’s complexion changed repeatedly.

Arthur, controlling the "Blood Descendant," observed everything.

’I now have an appropriate identity in his eyes.

Then, it’s time to... hm?’

Just as Arthur was preparing to proceed with his next act, Wuni transmitted an image to him, immediately causing the young Spirit Medium to frown secretly.

Subsequently, Arthur straightened his chest, controlling the "Blood Descendant," and looked towards the members of the "Bloodline Clan" with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?"

asked the "Blood Descendant."

"Bern, elder brother sir, you can call me Bern—you must have seen my information among the Marquis’s secret trusted aides."

The "Bloodline Clan" member spoke while expectantly looking at Arthur.

He hoped that the elder brother in front of him could recall something through some key words.

’The Blood Marquis’s secret trusted aides, huh?’

Arthur rapidly absorbed the information, then his eyes, glowing red, showed confusion, followed by pain, and he murmured,

"I don’t know! I don’t know anything!"

With that murmur, Arthur, controlling the "Blood Descendant," rushed into the nearby shadows.

The youngest "Bloodline Clan" member immediately followed him, a deep concern etched on his face—he knew he had been too hasty.

Moreover, the brother’s amnesia was not merely due to facing that horror...

No!

It was precisely because he had faced that horror that he chose to forget!

Otherwise, death would come!

’Damn it!’

’How did I not notice just now!’

’Just like elder brother said, has the comfort of Concealment not only stripped me of my hunter’s instincts but also dulled my mind?

Or...

was I also affected by that "horror," and I just didn’t realize it before?’

Bern was shocked with deep regret.

The youngest "Bloodline Clan" member’s face turned even paler, his body uncontrollably trembling, but the next moment, when he heard the sound of something cutting through the air, his eyes showed surprise.

...

"Are you sure you sensed a ’Blood Descendant’?

And not your ’father’?"

Amiel followed behind Freeman, incessantly asking.

This was already the third time the lady from Talin had asked.

It wasn’t that she was chattering.

It was really because Freeman had woken her up in the middle of the night, and the lady’s mind had been foggy ever since—the continuous search during the day had already exhausted her, and naturally, a potion for calming nerves was unavoidable, but its effects wouldn’t be nullified just because she was woken up mid-sleep.

"Yes, ’Blood Descendant’!

One just like me!"

Freeman answered once more, the manic smile on this new "Blood Descendant" not subsiding—an explosion, he had heard it, the Lady of the Long Night’s activity, he had noticed it.

And now, a "Blood Descendant" had appeared!

Especially since this "Blood Descendant"’s aura was completely different from his.

In South Los, besides the ’father,’ there were other members of the "Bloodline Clan."

This discovery delighted Freeman.

Of course, it was not out of any so-called ’sense of closeness.’

For Freeman, it was merely an opportunity found to please his own ’father.’

"Hmm?!"

While rapidly running, Freeman abruptly halted, relying on the "Blood Descendant"’s vision, he saw people ahead on the shady path.

And not just one.

The "Blood Descendant"’s instinct also warned him of danger.

Amiel saw it too, but before this lady from Talin could speak, Freeman had already let out a sinister laugh.

"Those who block my path, die!"

Freeman raised an arm in a wild gesture, assuming a combat stance.

And just as the still-groggy Amiel was preparing to wait for Freeman to handle the people ahead, this "Blood Descendant" suddenly turned and ran.

The night breeze gently blew, sweeping up two fallen leaves, passing in front of Amiel.

The lady from Talin was stunned for a full second, then finally snapped out of it—

"Shit!"