They all call me Great Master-Chapter 230 - 227: The Stairs in the Wind!
Grover looked at the golden short-haired, deep blue-eyed Marinda before him. Even this new member of the ’Death Poetry Society,’ as foolish as she could be, knew she had fallen into a trap.
Nevertheless, Grover felt a bit unwilling to accept it.
"The information about ’Hercules Laboratory’ was fake?"
The new ’Death Poetry Society’ member no longer paid attention to Marinda but turned to Arthur, asking with a pleading tone.
Arthur refused to answer such a question.
Marinda, on the other hand, seemed quite interested as she spoke.
"Hmm.
If it were true, it would never have been exposed so easily!
Of course, you should also feel lucky that the information is fake, otherwise, it wouldn’t just be you being targeted."
Upon hearing this, the young ’Spirit Medium’ nodded in agreement.
If they really used the true ’Hercules Laboratory’ as bait, how could they only catch these small fry? Even the Old Lion of Inner Bay would get skinned before leaving.
"Was the ’Bloodline Clan’ member also fake?"
Grover continued to inquire.
"That’s not the case."
"The ’Bloodline Clan’ member is real, and so is luring you all out."
Marinda answered seriously.
At that moment, Arthur realized what the lady before him intended to do—kill the body and crush the spirit.
What Marinda needed was not just to capture or take out the opponent.
But to utterly defeat her adversaries on a psychological level.
’What a despicable woman!
But...
Well done!’
Arthur’s gaze towards Marinda carried an added measure of appreciation—he wasn’t some base and miserly person, after all, and certainly knew how to properly express his emotions.
"So you mean, right from the start, I fell into your trap?"
Grover bowed his head, making his facial expression unclear.
"Of course."
Marinda nodded.
"Ha, the audacious and arrogant Lady of the Eternal Night and Southern Lost Spirit Medium, did you never consider that I might have a trump card?"
As Grover raised his head, he first looked disdainfully at Arthur standing opposite him, then forced out a mocking glance at Marinda behind him, before yelling loudly—
"Come forth, my Plague Legion!"
Amidst his call, the solemn-faced new ’Death Poetry Society’ member clapped his hands forcefully.
Clap!
The crisp sound of clapping echoed in the night.
However,
nothing happened.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The only thing present, the sound of Inner River Water flowing, caused Grover to break into a sweat on his forehead.
"Come forth, my Plague Legion!"
Still no response.
Grover grew somewhat frantic, and immediately clapped his hands again harder, shouting at a higher volume.
"Please show yourself and grant me assistance! Pure White Grim Reaper!"
But still, nothing happened.
However, the most embarrassing thing for the new ’Death Poetry Society’ member was Arthur’s gaze across from him.
That look, as if watching a fool, made the new ’Death Poetry Society’ member start yelling in a frantic and exasperated manner—
"Don’t forget our contract, we agreed..."
Slap!
Marinda’s swift slap landed on Grover’s face, interrupting the new ’Death Poetry Society’ member’s speech, and without waiting for a response, she landed another slap.
"Dressing up a group of lepers as the Plague Legion, right?"
Slap!
"An old-fashioned ’Death Poetry Society’ member becomes the Pure White Grim Reaper?"
Slap!
"And about that agreed contract, right?"
Slap!
With each slap on Grover’s face, the sound echoed crisply.
Even Arthur felt the pain, but the young ’Spirit Medium’ didn’t interfere with his partner’s action.
After several slaps across the face, the Lady of the Eternal Night drew her dagger and stabbed Grover twice to ensure he truly lost the power to act and resist, then she brought her pipe to her lips.
Puff!
Dense smoke billowed over Grover’s body.
The next moment, the figure of the new ’Death Poetry Society’ member dissipated along with the dispersing smoke.
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"Such enviable wealth!"
Arthur looked on at the scene, clicking his tongue.
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Marinda retorted, her tone casual but with a probing edge, just like Arthur who had just made a clicking sound.
"’Cat Faction.Black’ certainly possesses similar props, but that’s the accumulation of over a hundred years, yet Marinda, you’ve only been in South Los for a few short years and already possess such wealth—I’m really curious, of course, just curious, with no ill intentions."
The young ’Spirit Medium’ laughed, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"So, after you discovered ’Death Poetry Society’’s traces in South Los, you deliberately made a scene to attract my attention?
To use me to deal with the enemies of ’Cat Faction.Black,’ and also to probe my background.
What a detestable fellow!"
Marinda, holding a pipe in her mouth, exhaled another puff of smoke.
"The feeling is mutual."
Arthur smiled as he looked at Marinda.
After snorting softly, the lady said—
"Rest assured, he is our captive together, and the information we interrogate from him will be shared with you!
If there is anything secret about the ’Cat Faction’ or the ’Cat Hole,’ I swear by ’Caesar’s name,’ it will not be disclosed by the slightest bit."
With that said, Marinda extended her hand towards Arthur.
"Isn’t this object my reward?"
Arthur took out a pearl the size of a thumb, a look of surprise on his face.
[Name: Phantom Realm Sphere]
[Type: Other Type]
[Quality: Epic]
[Attributes: Phantom Realm]
[Remarks: In the 25th year of his switch to researching Alchemy, the Gentleman Thief Carmen accidentally created this treasure bead. Afterwards, he tried more than once to replicate it but failed every time, much to his frustration. However, he soon put it out of his mind, for he had set his sights on a new target—Baron Norvia’s treasure vault!]
…
[Phantom Realm: Erects a barrier with a radius of 100 meters, isolating sounds and images from outside the barrier, and can create illusions within the barrier, subtly influencing the emotions of all living beings inside. However, sustaining the barrier and illusions consumes the holder’s physical strength.]
(Annotation 1: The illusions in the Phantom Realm have actual tactile sensation and taste for those besides the holder but cannot cause harm.)
(Annotation 2: Food and drink within the Phantom Realm cannot sate hunger or thirst.)
(Annotation 3: The illusions in the Phantom Realm can only be created from things the holder has seen before.)
(Annotation 4: The illusions in the Phantom Realm cannot create living objects.)
…
Arthur, reluctantly, tossed the [Phantom Realm Sphere] to Marinda.
Then, the sailboat by the riverside disappeared.
"If you want it as compensation, it’s not impossible,
As long as you are willing..."
"To help you find that most deeply hidden ’Death Poetry Society’ member?"
Arthur asked.
"Right, compared to these two who came forward on their own—that one hiding in South Los in the most dangerous way is what really concerns me!
I even suspect that it was that bastard’s instigation that led them to come out.
But that was before!
Now..."
As she spoke, the lady’s eyes filled with seriousness, and her voice grew deeper.
"Now, what concerns me more is that ’Blood Descendant’!
You understand what ’Arcana Level’ signifies, don’t you?
And you surely know what it means for a ’Blood Descendant’ of ’Arcana Level,’ right?"
I don’t know a damn thing!
Arthur thought to himself, while his words were smooth—
"South Los, the wind is picking up!"
The young ’Spirit Medium’ said, while patting the dust off his clothes and quietly watching the nighttime South Los by the riverbank.
It was far from peaceful, a cacophony of noise.
But it was wealthy enough!
And thus, it was alluring under the cover of night.
And it became beautiful because of it.
Marinda moved closer to Arthur, sighing softly, she said.
"Yes, the wind has risen.
Arthur, what do you plan to do?"
The Lady of the Long Night turned her head to look at Arthur beside her.
Then, she saw the young ’Spirit Medium’ smile.
Then she heard the young ’Spirit Medium’s’ indifferent words, without a hint of hesitation—
"Ride the wind!"
