They all call me Great Master-Chapter 716 - 713 Words of the Snake VII
Arthur followed behind Catherine as they walked within the West Berlin Castle.
Compared to the Marquess of West Berlin, who proudly explained the place, Catherine was more critical of the numerous rules within the castle—
"Arthur, do you know?
In the castle, you cannot run or jump, you cannot speak loudly, and walking side by side is not allowed.
When multiple people are present, everyone must line up according to their rank and status.
It feels terrible, just like a bunch of animals tied together."
The twin sister walking beside Arthur complained indignantly.
"Do you abide by them?"
Arthur asked with a smile.
"I have abided by them."
Catherine lifted her head proudly as she answered.
Having abided by them naturally means she mostly did not.
Obviously, in front of that Marquess of West Berlin, this twin sister behaved properly, but when not seen?
Then it certainly does not count as wrongdoing.
"So, that old butler must often tattle on you."
Arthur said with certainty.
Catherine's delight in misfortune was sufficient to explain everything.
"Not just that old butler, but also those gossipy maids, they have no idea that such tattling will only make them lose their chance for advancement—no one likes people who tattle, unless they themselves have such a mission, and especially my elder sister, who handles these matters with great ease."
Speaking of her elder sister, Catherine subconsciously frowned.
A solemn look was in the twin sister's green eyes.
"She has brought you quite a bit of pressure!"
Arthur sighed in agreement.
From Catherine's words, the young 'Spirit Medium' had already roughly sketched the basic information about the eldest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin.
She was neither pampered nor capriciously abusive of her power, but accomplished what she needed in a covert manner.
Simply put, this lady did not disappoint the expectations of the Marquess of West Berlin.
Or to put it another way—
It was because he saw traits fitting a noble in his eldest daughter that he had staked everything!
"Yes, my elder sister is terrifying.
She just stands there looking at me without saying a word, and that alone makes my heart tremble.
The last time she spoke was four months ago when I saw her in the castle garden. She initiated a greeting to me, said good morning, and then walked away slowly.
That manner...
She was just like a queen patrolling her domain.
And I?
I felt just like an insignificant court jester!" freewēbnoveℓ.com
Catherine spoke these words with an even tighter frown.
Obviously, this twin sister did not like the feeling.
However, the subtle expression indicated to Arthur that Catherine merely disliked the feeling but had never thought of resisting, much less considered more extreme actions.
At most, it was about avoidance.
That kind of avoidance, though shameful, really felt effective, as evidenced perfectly by this pair of twins.
'Controlled by the father, like a puppet on strings, only wishing to escape.
Seeing the elder sister, not knowing how to resist, only instinctively disliking.
Marquis, I really see you in a new light.'
Arthur silently marveled.
Undoubtedly, the scene before him was not the twins' inherent nature but deliberately 'cultivated' by that Marquess of West Berlin.
His favoritism towards the eldest daughter made it impossible for the Marquis to cause any trouble for her.
This Marquis, he would only leave behind a pair of useful tools for his eldest daughter.
Arthur, seeing how Catherine grew increasingly nervous as they approached their destination, became even more certain.
At that moment, Catherine had long lost her previous lively and hopping attitude, displaying only cautiousness, and even upon reaching the room at the end of the corridor, this twin sister did not dare to breathe heavily but stood in front of the door for a moment before daring to raise her hand and knock softly—
Knock, knock-knock!
"Sister?"
The gentle knocking and the soft call were like the sound of a little kitten.
Inside, there was no response.
Though the sound was subtle, it was enough for the person inside to hear.
This was something Catherine was certain of.
Arthur was even more certain now.
In his "spirituality," there was not a single person behind the door he was facing.
And that shouldn't be the case!
Therefore, without hesitation, Arthur pushed the door open.
The padlock on the door had been removed by the "Hand of Void."
The double doors were flung open in an instant.
"Wait..."
Catherine was startled and spoke instinctively, but the next moment, the twin sister froze.
The room before her was completely empty, not a single person in sight.
The only things present were books and a weapon rack.
The room was a large study of five hundred square meters, the floor bare of carpets, just the original stone floor of the castle, without much other decoration—only bookshelves and weapon racks.
The bookshelves and weapon racks started from the entrance, split to the left and right, lined up against the walls, all the way to the chair opposite the doorway.
The chair, made of metal, with a high back and armrests, was covered with a white bearskin, wide enough for the bearskin to be fully spread out with the bear's head facing the direction of the door.
What startled Catherine was certainly not the bearskin.
It was the weapon rack!
A completely empty weapon rack!
Arthur swept through the area, noticing three hundred empty weapon racks.
As for where they had gone?
Where could the weapons have gone?
Naturally, they had been equipped by someone.
"Smart lady,"
Arthur noted.
Question: How do you hide a leaf?
Answer: You place the leaf in a forest.
Clearly, the eldest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin understood this principle, so she had boldly placed the weapons right under everyone's noses, camouflaged by the overstated presence of books.
As for the people?
"These informers, after being summoned under your elder sister's wing, did they all start appearing less, or disappeared altogether?"
Arthur's sudden question brought Catherine back to reality.
The twin sister nodded.
"Yes, they..."
Catherine spoke subconsciously, but after speaking, this one of the twins sharply turned towards Arthur, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Impossible?:
How could my sister hide so many people?"
Arthur did not answer but merely pointed toward the empty weapon racks on one side of the wall.
The empty weapon racks informed Catherine of the answer.
Weapons could be hidden right under your nose.
People?
Even easier to hide.
Port Doldot is quite large.
Is it not normal for a company focused on transportation and security to emerge?
Arthur walked towards the metal high-backed chair.
A slight breeze arose.
Thin.
Cool.
Arthur fumbled on the chair, and quickly, under the armrest covered by the bearskin, the young 'Spirit Medium' found a protrusion.
He pressed it gently.
Click!
As the mechanism rotated, the metal chair moved aside.
A secret passage appeared before Arthur, with gusts of nighttime wind still flowing into its entrance, accompanied by the high-pitched voice of a woman—
"Port Doldot is burning!
The cultists are running wild!
The foreign enemies are boldly looting!
Who is willing to charge with me!"
