They all call me Great Master-Chapter 643 - 640: Tentacles. Part 2!

They also had twelve of them form a mercenary group known as 'Rapids Squad.'

The calamity in Dora Village earlier was committed by the 'Inland River Cult.'

The village annihilation in Akenel was also the doings of the 'Inland River Cult.'

It is known to be associated with the wealthy 'Balt Family' from Inner Bay.

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The content in the notebook was very complex, with most of it being irrelevant.

Fortunately, as Arthur's 'Spirituality' increased, his memory significantly strengthened, and he needed only one read-through with Lucius to remember everything perfectly.

When Lucius was reading it a second time, Arthur had already written it down from memory.

Naturally, the next step was to check the notes he wrote down for any errors.

Having confirmed there were none, Arthur stared at Lucius while reflecting on the recent scene.

The sight of tentacles emerging from Yula's ears!

Even now, without the prompt of 'Death Intuition,' Arthur's 'Spirituality' still warned him of the danger of that thing.

In fact, such warnings were utterly unnecessary.

Just one look was enough for Arthur to steer clear.

Arthur definitely did not want to become a puppet like Yula.

That's right!

A puppet!

In Arthur's eyes, Yula was utterly possessed, and moreover, blissfully unaware of it.

Even…

Her memories were manipulated.

Now, Arthur thought that the information Marinda had previously investigated about Yula could indeed be things the present Yula had personally experienced.

But manipulated just after coming into contact with that tentacle.

Of course, none of this was important.

What mattered was the 'power' of that tentacle!

Turning a person from an ordinary Mystic Side Person directly into 'Great Arcana Level' was no trivial matter.

Bear in mind, most of those celebrated Awakeners have 'Great Arcana Level' as their ultimate reach.

Even for most of the nobility's scions, 'Great Arcana Level' is the endpoint of their life's power.

'How was it achieved?

Can power be imparted so simply?

Or is the power merely temporary?

Or…

Is that type of filament a special material that I am unaware of?'

Arthur paced within the cabin from one corner to the diagonally opposite one, stroked Pendragon, and under the puzzled gaze of the little cat, he picked up his orange tea and returned to another corner of the room.

Systematic pacing tends to make onlookers feel bored and sleepy.

Whereas erratic pacing tends to cause irritation.

Undoubtedly, Pendragon was feeling just that.

Meow meow meow!

Pendragon began to protest.

Yet Arthur paid no heed whatsoever.

Not only did he ignore the cat, but a chilling smile also emerged on the young Spirit Medium's face.

It was the kind of smile that, once the corners of the mouth slightly curled up, a 'hehehe' sound would appear by the ears.

Pendragon instinctively wanted to slip away.

But he was scooped up by Arthur in an embrace.

'Pendragon, perhaps we have discovered something remarkable.'

Arthur communicated with Pendragon through his gaze.

'Meow?'

Pendragon, puzzled as a little cat face, yet as a kitten, he had to admit that the scene just now had indeed sparked the kitten's curiosity.

If only that way of boosting strength was available to him.

'No no no, even though increasing strength is worth exploring, what interests me more are the tentacles themselves.'

Arthur immediately corrected his little kitten's misunderstanding, urging him to delve deeper into the essence of the matter.

'Mew!'

Pendragon cautioned Arthur, warning him of the danger in it.

In response, Arthur nodded in agreement.

'Of course, we can't just brute force it.

That's not the style of a 'Spirit Medium'.

You must remember, your master, Arthur Kredos, is a young, upright, innocent, and kind 'Spirit Medium,' certainly not some sort of robber.

Remember—

We are always the partners of justice!'

Arthur formally informed Pendragon.

And Pendragon somewhat understood as he nodded.

'Meow?'

Then, the little kitten instinctively asked what they should do next.

Arthur immediately laughed.

'Wait!

Don't forget, we still have an actor who is getting ready!

And he?

He's the key!'

Arthur informed Pendragon, then he settled into a sun lounger on the deck outside the house, enjoying the warm sun of early spring.

With a lift of his hand, a cup of sugared orange tea appeared in it.

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Pendragon tilted his head, meowed, and then a small fish treat floated from afar to his front.

Arthur didn't mind Pendragon eating snacks on him and just enjoyed the sea breeze and the sound of the waves so cozily.

'Pendragon, life is just like this, right?'

Arthur asked.

'Meow!'

Pendragon immediately nodded.

'This damn life!

Swindlers!

Damned swindlers!

You all should be purified!'

Meanwhile, Toran in South Los was cursing in his heart.

After being cheated by a food stall's orange juice, Toran was subsequently 'deceived' by the owners of a tailoring shop, a hat shop, and a cane shop, one after the other.

The exquisite garments were of the worst fabric.

The fine hats were actually second-hand.

The most outrageous was the cane shop, where a clearly broken cane had been repaired and then sold to him at the original price, shamelessly claiming it had endured the test of time.

Normally, only a fool would buy!

He had no choice but to purchase them to avoid possible pursuers.

Dressed in exquisite clothing, wearing a fine hat, and holding a time-tested cane, Toran looked towards a nearby house as the only priest of the Inland River Cult in South Los swiftly adjusted his breathing and emotions—

He had finally escaped.

Next?

He would make the whole of South Los feel the pain!

Especially that 'Defiler'...

Arthur Kredos!