They all call me Great Master-Chapter 961 - 939 Deception! _2

Because—

They still have a more powerful enemy.

The Old Lion!

The real Old Lion!

As for the 'Old Lion' just now?

Although she couldn't identify the identity of the counterpart's human puppet, the Lady of the Long Night knew that it was just a counterfeit.

Even if the appearance was identical.

The aura was far too different.

The real Old Lion is in South Los.

She just glanced from afar, and an indescribable shiver arose in her heart, as if she was suddenly tapped on the back while walking alone at night.

That kind of heart-pounding sensation, she remembered it vividly.

And the one just now?

Emmm...

How to describe it?

It was like confronting a real lion then changing to eat a cake shaped vividly like a lion.

No matter how realistic it was made.

It was just cake.

"That guy is one of the substitutes for the 'Old Lion'."

Arthur explained.

He didn't provide further details.

Some words are not ready to be openly said yet.

And Marinda did not press for questions.

This lady is quite smart; she wouldn't settle things thoroughly.

Only the dumbest people would do so.

"I guessed it.

And now?

After your aunt finishes scolding your uncle, I think her anger hasn't been fully vented yet."

Marinda spoke with a smile emerging in her eyes.

The atmosphere within the Kledos Family was better than she imagined.

At least, when Aunt Cassandra hit Uncle Drake, she wasn't serious, just putting on a show, while Uncle Drake cried out miserably.

Obviously, they are a joyous family.

With their own unique way of bonding.

Marinda felt relieved.

Arthur didn't.

He knew very well that Aunt Cassandra and Uncle Drake did this to help him quickly dissolve the 'back-from-a-long-journey' barrier.

He knew the good intentions.

But, he still couldn't fully relax.

Or rather, he was still a bit shy.

He needed time to digest this family affection.

"Let's go.

We still have more important things to prepare for."

Arthur decided to avoid for a while.

It's just as the saying goes: avoidance, though shameful, is useful.

Marinda didn't offer Arthur more advice.

Facing his family, she chose to heed him.

As for everything in the Inner Bay?

Marinda believed Arthur had done more than enough.

The rest can be entrusted to Jimte, Kalal, and Hayes.

They would handle the following matters properly.

However, very quickly, Marinda, who always remained calm, looked surprised as she saw the 'White Crow' emerge from below the ground, eyes widening.

Only after a full three seconds did the lady exclaim.

"As expected, it was already in your hands."

To this, Arthur offered no explanation.

He was already accustomed to Marinda's misunderstandings.

He led Marinda onto the 'White Crow.'

"Where are we going?"

Marinda casually asked.

The lady already had an answer in her heart.

It could only be South Los.

Arthur indeed headed to South Los, but before that, he had to go to one place—

Coconut Island.

The 'White Crow' swiftly disappeared from above ground.

The moment the 'White Crow' completely vanished, the bickering between Cassandra and Drake stopped immediately in the hold of the disguised pirate ship.

"Did we overact a bit?"

Drake scratched his head.

"I guess Arthur just got back and isn't used to it yet?"

Cassandra released Drake's ear, propping her chin with a single hand, reverting to the cold demeanor Arthur remembered.

"Hey, that guy is surely embarrassed.

Exactly like before."

Drake asserted confidently.

Then, this Western Sea Pirate General let out a long sigh, lying flat on the deck, murmuring: "It's good to be back! It's good to be back!"

Unnoticeably, the Western Sea Pirate General turned to the other side, secretly wiping the corner of his eye.

Cassandra saw it, but she didn't reveal her brother's act.

She 'saw' more than enough.

She knew what her brother had endured.

So, she straightforwardly asked.

"What's your next plan?"

"Set sail and head out to sea!

You know, I really want to see what's at the end of the open sea!"

Drake sat up quickly, eyes full of excitement.

Even though Cassandra knew the answer before asking, she couldn't help but sigh after hearing her brother's reply.

"If possible, I'd like to persuade you not to go.

But, if you listen to me, the future will be subject to even greater deviations.

You might end up worse..."

As Cassandra spoke, she glanced at Drake's vital part.

Drake quickly covered his crotch.

This Western Sea Pirate General only felt a chill below.

And his expression turned grave.

You know, their family is a 'Spirit Medium' family, although most members rely on skills, some use 'Talent'.

Cassandra is one of them.

However, sometimes this 'Talent' isn't as useful as skills.

"Really so crip... ah, no, so tragic?"

Drake's voice turned sharply.

"Yes."

Cassandra nodded.

"And the result?"

Drake asked persistently.

Cassandra merely rolled her eyes.

She 'saw' enough, but what she 'saw' didn't include true 'results'—at least in the usual sense, none.

Drake knew that point, of course.

But Cassandra's words were too critical.

Making him instinctively pursue the answer.

See, that's one of the proofs 'Talent' is not better than 'Skills'.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

Drake kept drawing cold breaths.

He wondered if he should do something?

Of course, not going out to sea wasn't an option.

Once he decided to go out to sea, he wouldn't change.

Even if his second would be damaged, he'd still go.

But...

Before setting sail, perhaps he could tire out his second like never before.

"Changed your mind?"

Cassandra asked.

Her 'Talent' was special, rendering her powerless, but the 'Scepter' she unintentionally obtained was enough to shift things slightly.

Not a complete reversal.

Yet even a small change was good enough.

Of course, it came at a cost.

If it were for others, Cassandra wouldn't care.

But if it was for Drake, she certainly didn't mind.

"No.

Sailing won't change.

But before setting sail, I can relax properly!

Maybe next year, lots of kids will call you aunt!"

Drake said with a grin.

Then, unsurprisingly, Cassandra kicked him on the calf.

Unlike the playful jest earlier.

This time, Cassandra really exerted force.

Drake gritted his teeth in pain.

But instantly, the Western Sea Pirate General stood up straight.

Because—

"Want to know what Arthur will do next?"

"I do!"

Seeing Drake's serious expression, Cassandra laughed.

She said—

"I'm not telling you!"

After speaking, the lady vanished from where she stood.

Drake was briefly stunned, then began to mutter.

"Such a teasing character.

But since she didn't say, it means Arthur's side is going smoothly, there might be twists, but definitely no big issues."

Drake muttered as he rubbed his leg.

He was well aware of his sister.

Since Cassandra hadn't elaborated on Arthur's matters, it meant Arthur's situation didn't need his involvement, he just had to handle himself well.

Rushing in blindly would only exacerbate issues.

"Hiss, so painful!"

Drake gasped as he rubbed his leg—a clear sign Cassandra's forceful kick wasn't easily soothed, and was meant to stop him from messing around.

But would Drake yield so easily?

He shouted out toward the outside—

"Tit, my Chief Sailor, help me to the club!"