They all call me Great Master-Chapter 713 - 710 Words of the Snake IV

Oriental, upper deck, terrace.

Marinda sat in Arthur's chair, holding a cup of orange tea with double honey.

She took a small sip, and as the sweet and sour taste began to spread at the tip of her tongue, the lady's gaze shifted to the lead box on the table.

It was the one prepared by the Marquess of West Berlin.

With the embarrassing departure of the Marquess of West Berlin, it had become an ownerless item and was taken by her for use.

The fact that the lead box could contain the 'Lady of Sorrow' surprised her a bit.

However, what surprised her even more were Arthur's arrangements.

'You rascal, how did you know that the Marquess of West Berlin would surely fail?'

Or was it...

'all your arrangement?'

Marinda thought to herself, slightly lifting her head to look at the moon in the night sky.

The clear moonlight poured over the lady's face, making her fair skin reflectively glow, with her beautiful, delicate features filled with a sanctity not seen on ordinary days, and her golden hair shimmered faintly, not from reflection.

But a natural glow.

A hint of resignation appeared in the lady's deep blue eyes.

Though she balanced the conflicting forces of Bloodline and the Power of the Undead, the power of 'Holy Light' still took her by surprise.

Domineering, yet full of vitality.

A bit like...

Arthur.

'Yes, really like that rascal, as if he has illuminated my life like light.'

No!

Given his character, he'd more likely have set a trap and waited for me to jump into it.

Just like this time!'

Marinda had clearly come to believe that this was all Arthur's plan.

She continued her thoughts downward.

'Since this is your plan, what is Its purpose?

To threaten the Old Lion?

Though there was cooperation between them, given the cold-blooded nature of the Old Lion, how would he care about the life and death of a failure?

Or was it that you also wanted to peep into the secrets of the 'Lady of Sorrow'?

But as an 'Ascend Steper', wouldn't you need to bother in such a way?

You continue down the path, and becoming a Demigod is only a matter of time.

Afterward, to ignite Divine Fire, gather Divinity, and sit amidst the clouds to shape a Divine Kingdom... These things, 'Lady of Sorrow' can't help you there, after all, It hadn't reached such heights!'

The lady looked at the lead box again, her deep blue eyes filled with confusion—the 'Lady of Sorrow' inside was not here as her reward, but it was the sacrifice she made in exchange for her reward.

And precisely because of this, the lady was even more baffled.

To know, Arthur had started cooperation with her with part of the revenue from Port Doldot.

Although 'Lady of Sorrow' had a big reputation, in reality...

Not being a complete entity, to be honest, it was hardly impressive.

The feeling that without even making an effort, the opponent had already fallen, made the lady uncontrollably think—

'Arthur wouldn't be using this method to curry favor with me, would he?

Impossible!

Even if this guy had a soft spot for me, he wouldn't let himself suffer a loss!

Then he...

Hmm?!'

As the lady pondered deeply, a gaze from the dock made her turn her head to look.

The lady saw Jacqueline, wearing a long robe and a veil.

For Marinda, who still retained some of the 'Holy Light', neither the night nor the veil could block her sight, so she immediately recognized Jacqueline's identity—in the countess's study, there was a portrait of Jacqueline, which Marinda had seen.

Of course, it was more from Arthur's stories.

It was at that moment, Marinda slightly narrowed her deep blue eyes, as if she had found a leading thread amidst a tangled mess.

And with Jacqueline slightly bowing as a gesture of courtesy, everything became clear.

'So that's it!

You rascal, your schemes are grand!

But...

I like it!'

The joy in her heart caused a flutter of Marinda's lips, and then she gestured with her hand—

The 'Lady of the Eternal Night' from South Los invited the 'Pain Church's High Priest aboard.

Achisto, who was being chased and running in panic by the 'Pain Church' followers, saw this scene and immediately collapsed to the ground kneeling.

As the High Priest of the Inland River Cult, just two hours earlier, Achisto had fantasized about reaching the pinnacle of life, receiving countless accolades, and substantial wealth that would secure him a real territory in Inner Bay, establishing his own family, celebrated by descendants day and night.

In the beginning, it was indeed like that.

When Delpock was beating the 'Pain Church' so they dared not show their faces, and as he hovered like a Divine Spirit under the night sky, taunting the Marquess of West Berlin over and over, Achisto felt his success was imminent.

Although there was a bit of jealousy towards Delpock, what did it matter?

The other was a confidant of that important person.

And him?

He was just a subordinate.

If the other ate meat, he could drink the soup.

Moreover, he had not yet become one of those cast-offs from the "Rapids Squad."

What more could he be dissatisfied with?

Achisto comforted himself while looking at Delpock, who was suspended under the night sky.

But it was only for a moment.

Everything changed.

After the giant white bird flew across the sky, the fierce, cunning, and unrivalled Delpock began to beg like a little girl about to cry.

Afterwards, he shattered.

And with such shattering, everything changed.

Lacking Delpock and the "Rapids Squad," the congregation of the "Inland Church" plunged into panic.

Conversely, the appearance of the High Priest of the "Pain Church" freed the "Pain Church" from panic and greatly boosted their morale.

A moment ago, the "Inland Church" was advancing triumphantly.

This moment, they were already in full retreat.

Especially those who were lurking in the high ranks at Port Doldot, countless had died in battle.

Even around Achisto, only the priest Toran remained.

"Sir, we've reached the dock.

We need to find a ship to leave Port Doldot!

Once we leave Port Doldot, we can still make a comeback!"

The priest Toran consoled Achisto.

In Toran's view, Achisto just couldn't accept the outcome for now, but with a little adjustment, he could rally again.

Who hasn't faced failure, right?

However, contrary to Toran's expectations, upon hearing his comforting words, the High Priest of the "Inland Church" immediately became hysterical—

"It's all gone!

Everything is gone!

My position, my wealth, everything I had is gone!

I was so close to getting it!"

The roar scared Toran, startling him.

Afterward, the priest went to support Achisto.

"Sir, you?"

"Don't call me sir, I am not your sir, you, a commoner born, how could you ever have the opportunity to call me sir?

That's right!

You have no right!

And this time, the loss of the organization, it started because of you!

I just heeded slander!

I am blameless!

Sir can definitely forgive me!"

Achisto pushed Toran away, and seeing Toran's confused face, a malicious smile emerged on Achisto's face—

"Do you think the 'Inland Church' came into existence just by chance?

Of course, it was established by an important figure!

Do you really think it was so-called Divine Grace?

Don't be ridiculous!"

With each word, Toran staggered back as if struck by lightning.

"Impossible!

You said we would all rely on the Inland River for a better life, to escape that unfairness..."

"Haha!

Of course, I lied to you!

I am the representative of the important figure here, and your perceived Divine Spirits are just playthings!

If you can, let the 'God of the Inland River' appear, huh?

You fool!"

Watching Toran's incredulous, trembling form, Achisto's despondent heart suddenly obtained immense satisfaction, and his words became increasingly venomous.

At that moment, Achisto's entire face twisted. freewebnøvel.com

And just as Achisto was ready to gratify himself further, ripples appeared in the void behind him, and a longsword thrust straight out—

Puh!