They all call me Great Master-Chapter 237 - 234: There’s only one place in the world that’s bizarre, and that is...
Suddenly, a voice exclaimed "Oh no!" and Arthur furrowed his brows, his face revealing a look of shock and astonishment that made Bernice, sitting opposite to him, freeze.
This wealthy merchant’s first instinct was to think it was another "Shaman trick."
However, he immediately shook his head internally.
After all, he had just paid over 40,000 gold coins.
Although human greed knows no bounds, a one-time payment of 40,000+ gold coins is enough to make any shaman cautious—they would worry about losing the substantial amount already received.
Of course, another critical point was that this wealthy merchant did not consider Arthur to be that kind of fraudulent shaman.
Then—
The merchant saw "Ms. Anna" walking out of the Spirit Medium Parlor.
Even though he was somewhat familiar with the rumors about this lady and had encountered Mystic Side Persons before, Bernice still felt uneasy at this moment, and the nearby butler began to sweat profusely.
The wealth and prestige possessed by this wealthy merchant had made Mystic Side Persons who had approached him demonstrate various kinds of magic, but never anything so... bizarre!
Yes!
Bizarre!
Bernice thought for a moment before finding the precise adjective from his mind.
Especially upon seeing the lady whispering near the young "Spirit Medium’s" ear, a sense of unease overwhelmed Bernice.
Ever since he acquired astonishing wealth, prestige, and status, Bernice had never felt this nervous.
The last time he felt this anxious was when he had placed his first ship charter.
But, after dealing with two pirates, everything had returned to normal.
And now, he began to feel anxious again.
"Eagle Eye" and "Insight" flickered.
Feeling that the time was right, Arthur proceeded to the next step.
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Sitting in the chair, somewhat dazed, Bernice’s gaze was scattered, but soon, his pupils began to constrict rapidly.
Because—
Creak!
With a teeth-grating noise, Ms. Anna suddenly turned her head 180 degrees and coldly looked at him.
A glance at her terrifyingly grotesque face was startling enough on a normal day.
This sudden head turn was enough to give someone nightmares.
Not to mention—
Whimper, whimper!
A low sound, like crying or the wind blowing through tree branches, echoed next to Bernice’s ear.
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As for the butler?
His face turned pale, and he stepped back in fright.
Even after recovering his senses, he immediately returned to his original position—behind Bernice, but his breathing had become rapid.
And this rapid breathing became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
Feeling the hot breath of the butler above his head, the wealthy merchant felt the lighting inside the small parlor start to dim, followed by distortion of the desk, chairs, and even the Spirit Medium that stood before him, the once normal faces swirling like a vortex, forming an unbearable to witness facade.
An extremely shrill scream emerged next to his ear, uttering indescribable words, as a tremendous pulling force emerged on his body, violently dragging him downward.
It seemed as if he was being pulled into the legendary hell.
He dared not look down.
Because he felt numerous hands firmly gripping his feet, ankles, and calves.
At the same time, more cries and screams emerged next to his ear.
’Captain, captain, why did you push me off the ship?’
’My love, you said you would marry me, why bury me underground!’
’You said, we were the closest partners, why betray me!’
’This land was left to me by my father; I will not sell it to you!’
…
Sound after sound, phrase after phrase, brought up the scenes that Bernice least wanted to recall.
Each scene was bloody.
Each scene was filled with corpses.
Particularly the scene about the land, where a strong smell of char invaded Bernice’s nostrils, making him unable to restrain himself any longer—
"Ah!"
A scream erupted from Bernice’s mouth.
Six charred bodies of varying sizes had crawled out from the blazing hell, clinging onto his body and kept moving upward, until finally...
They were level with his eyes.
Those pairs of charred hands were prying his eyes open, forcing him to see their forms clearly.
But Bernice absolutely did not want to see; not only did he not open his eyes, but he also shook his head back and forth while swinging his arms as if to push all the charred corpses away.
And his breathing became more and more rapid through his mouth and nose.
The butler standing behind Bernice was shocked silly by the sight of his master in the chair, with eyes closed and flailing about.
The panicked butler, completely out of instinct, subconsciously looked towards Arthur, sitting behind the long table.
In fact, at this moment, Arthur was also a bit bewildered.
He had indeed just controlled "Anna" with "Hand of Void" and made everything seem real with "Noise Technique," but the hallucinations afterwards had nothing to do with him.
It was entirely Bernice scaring himself!
Of this, Arthur was certain.
His "Spirituality" had not detected any abnormalities.
Similarly, his "Death Intuition" had not flickered.
The temperature inside the Spirit Medium Parlor had not dropped, nor had there been any noise in his ears; neither the furniture nor the books in the parlor had moved at all.
All these were proving that Bernice was completely scaring himself.
’What heinous deeds has this guy committed?
Just a slight scare and he’s like he’s plunged into a phantom realm!
If that’s the case...’
The young ’Spirit Medium’ thought to himself and then stood up from his chair.
Then—
Smack!
A loud slap landed on the face of the businessman.
The tremendous force not only knocked out several of the businessman’s teeth but also toppled him from his chair to the ground, yet the businessman showed no anger.
On the contrary, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Arthur.
Panting! Panting!
"Thank, thank you!"
Bernice, drenched in cold sweat, struggled to thank Arthur, then nervously glanced at the chair he was sitting in and at "Anna," who had turned her head away on the table.
"Mr. Kledos..."
"Everything just now had nothing to do with my chair, and even less with Mrs. ’Anna’—in fact, to some extent, Mrs. ’Anna’ saved you.
Also—
Misfortune has not ended."
Arthur spoke indistinctly.
Then, without waiting for the businessman to speak again, he walked to the outside of the Spirit Medium Parlor and made a gesture of invitation—the "Hand of Void" at a distance cooperated by opening the door of No. 2 Cork Street.
Immediately, sunlight streamed in.
But facing the warm sunlight, Bernice did not take a step forward.
Instead, he looked at Arthur pleadingly.
The businessman, who had always shown a firm will, was truly frightened.
And this...
Would also be his death!
