They all call me Great Master-Chapter 299 - 296: The Foundation of Skeletons, The Crimson Hymn

When Jimte silently crept into the ravine leading to ’Yumir Manor,’ Kalal had been waiting for ten minutes.

Looking at this nephew of the Marquess of Ainhars, who had always shown himself to be arrogantly self-important, a warm smile involuntarily spread across Jimte’s face.

Although after a brief discussion earlier, the other party had confirmed his true identity, and there was no need for such pleasantries, this son of a Baron, son-in-law of the Marquis, still maintained his habit.

"Pseudo fellow!"

Kalal, looking at the warm smile on Jimte’s face, couldn’t help but make a comment.

"Pot calling the kettle black,"

Jimte, far from being annoyed, responded with a smile on his face.

Following that, neither man immediately walked toward ’Yumir Manor’; instead, they both stood in place, waiting for the other to move forward.

A full two minutes passed, and neither of them had moved a step.

"If we keep waiting like this, Lord Kledos might start getting anxious,"

Kalal frowned, pretending to be in a hurry.

"Hmm, so why don’t you go first?"

Jimte still wore a smilng expression, even gesturing inward with his hand.

Kalal immediately shook his head repeatedly in refusal.

"You first!"

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The two exchanged glances, neither intending to take a step.

Another minute passed, and Jimte sighed.

"How about together?"

"Together!"

Kalal nodded in agreement.

Yet, they still didn’t move.

Left with no choice, both men stood shoulder to shoulder and stepped out in sync—both lifting their legs high and stepping down in the same spot.

Seeing this spectacle, Jimte and Kalal looked at each other, neither feeling embarrassed or ashamed.

After all, they had both sensed the sudden eruption of the ’Aura of Death’ inside ’Yumir Manor’ just now.

Although they didn’t know what was happening inside, the heart-pounding sensation brought on by the Aura of Death was undeniably clear.

The sudden sense of oppression was almost suffocating.

More importantly, as living beings, the innate fear of ’Death’ made it clear to them that if they didn’t want to die, they had to be cautious.

So, at this moment, both men were even more cautious than usual.

"Together?"

Kalal asked once more.

"Together!"

Jimte immediately nodded.

The two nobles once again moved in unison, this time not merely marking time, but both showing a forward-moving stance.

Then—

1 centimeter!

Compared to their original positions, their boots had moved forward by 1 centimeter!

Their steps and the distance were measured as precisely as if with a ruler.

Seeing this scene, the warm smile on Jimte’s face grew even brighter, while the pride in Kalal’s eyes became even more overbearing.

"I have a proposal!"

Jimte spoke up once more.

"Speak!"

Kalal immediately said.

"Let’s sign a contract, otherwise we might be stuck here for a lifetime—the cost of the contract to be split between us, it can also serve as a testament to our alliance,"

Jimte sighed softly.

Kalal did not object.

He didn’t trust Jimte, just as Jimte didn’t trust him.

Beyond a contract, he could think of no other way.

Even though the contract was costly, at this time, other concerns had to be set aside.

Suddenly—

Both men almost simultaneously pulled out a contract, their mouths moving one after the other as they said.

"Use mine!"

Watching each other’s actions, listening to the identical phrases, they both sighed deeply at the bottom of their hearts.

’Couldn’t fool him after all!’

Then, both men again simultaneously took out a second contract from their chests.

They looked at each other for three more seconds, then exchanged one contract for another.

This contract was naturally also unusable.

Suddenly, Jimte and Kalal stared at each other in bewilderment.

"What do we do?

Shall we call out?"

"Although it’s rather rude, it’s better than lingering here!"

Jimte proposed once again.

"Right, let’s call out together!"

Kalal agreed once again.

Moreover, this time the two of them did not delay—

"Lord Kledos, good evening."

The moment their greeting sounded, Kalal vanished on the spot, blending into the cliffs of the ravine—the nephew of the Marquess of Ainhars had waited ten minutes obviously to hold a card in reserve.

"Despicable fellow!"

Jimte muttered such words, but he too disappeared from his spot, and reappeared at the entrance of the ravine—the son of the baron, the marquess’s son-in-law, had also been late for ten minutes, obviously to hold a card in reserve.

The night wind blew through the ravine, carrying a unique whistling sound.

Arthur, using Fujin’s eyes to take in everything, couldn’t help but nod slightly.

He confirmed that he was different from them.

Both were not cautious or careful enough.

If it had been him, he would have certainly buried explosives in the ravine and ignited them if something seemed amiss while fleeing.

As for the rest?

First, cut off the opponent’s retreat before anything else.

After all, facing a ’lion,’ it doesn’t matter if I cannot outrun the lion as long as I can outrun my opponents.

Watching Jimte and Kalal reappear and about to fall into a vicious cycle again, Arthur sighed softly and slightly raised his hand.

Instantly, a Labrador that had been crawling in Arthur’s shadow unnoticed by anyone, stood up from the shadows.

"Kuliqi, go invite my guests."

With its tongue out, as if smiling, the cream-colored Labrador immediately nodded and ran towards the ravine.

Its speed was like an arrow, all the while completely silent.

Even when the Labrador appeared in front of Jimte and Kalal, the two men realized it only then.

Simultaneously, both men moved back.

But immediately, they stopped their retreat.

For they noticed that the Labrador in front of them was looking at them as if they were fools.

That gaze was almost human-like...

’Arcane creature!’

Both thought at the same time.

Then, they began to ponder again.

’Is this Lord Kledos’s hound?

Or someone else’s?’

While pondering, the two didn’t move even as they saw Kuliqi raising its paw, indicating for them to follow, they still did not move.

This annoyed Kuliqi, who directly spewed ’Deathly Fire’ at the two nobles’ offspring.

Not at them, just to scare them.

And when the pale blue flames burned at their feet, Kuliqi’s intention was achieved—both noble offspring were startled and retreated continuously, their faces showing undisguised horror.

For they recognized Kuliqi’s ’breed’—

’Death Hound’!

At the same time, the two men gathered more thoughts from Kuliqi’s ’breed’.

And when they saw the words burnt out by the ’Deathly Fire’ reading, ’Come with me, meet my master, Kledos!’ they hesitated no more.

If that intense Aura of Death emanating was indeed orchestrated by Lord Kledos…

This was indeed a transaction to look forward to!

Fresh calculations began brewing in their minds!

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Unlike their previous hesitation, mutual probing, and reluctance to advance, this time Jimte and Kalal rushed toward ’Yumir Manor’ vying with each other.

They burst out of the ravine with unparalleled speed, and just as the words of praise long fermenting in their minds were about to spill out, they ground to a halt.

They stared aghast at the peak formed entirely of skeletons.

How many skeletons were there?

One hundred? Two hundred? Or three hundred?

Layer upon layer, densely packed, one stacked upon another, completely uncountable.

But they could clearly see the large seat atop these skeletons—a broad, old chair wrapped in numerous broken longswords from the back to the arms, from the arms to the legs, each part bearing the rugged edge filled with crimson rust.

Yet, in the eyes of Jimte and Kalal, what they saw was fresh blood!

Countless streams of blood formed a tumultuous giant wave, surging and thunderously roaring.

Between heaven and earth, only crimson remained.

Infinite and unending.

But when a streak of black appeared, the crimson giant wave composed of blood immediately receded, and that surging, presumptuous roaring changed into a song of praise for its master.

They welcomed the arrival of their master.

They acclaimed—

The name of Arthur Kredos!