They all call me Great Master
Chapter 917 - 914: Big Secret II

Do not engage in small talk with the 'Bloodline Clan'.

Because, although they have a human appearance, their hearts are cold.

Therefore, Mrs. Smith directly stated—

"This conspiracy emerged as early as the Holy Era.

It might have even begun to take root during the Imperial Age.

It is a millennia-old conspiracy.

And its orchestrator is Hoxueger.

Of course, this bastard has many other names; he was a scholar, an adventurer, a bard, and even a student of Master Hercules.

He created what is called the miracle of the 'Ode to Life'.

And based on this, he created the 'Healing Art'.

Likewise, he used these two creations to become the Pope.

The Pope who launched the 'Expedition Shadow'.

But none of that is important!

What's important is that he is the true traitor, betraying the 'Tower of Mist', betraying the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association', and even betraying the 'Dusk Monastery'.

His betrayal shattered the 'Tower of Mist'.

His betrayal left the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association' in decline.

His betrayal transformed the 'Dusk Monastery' into the 'Bell Tower'.

Shadow War!

Holy War!

Seven Years' War!

The three wars he instigated, resulting in over a billion mortal deaths and more than a hundred Divine Spirits falling, including the great 'Harvest', 'War', 'Life', and 'Death'.

He collected a vast and uncountable amount of Death Qi.

Just when everyone believed he was seeking the position of 'Death', it suddenly became clear that he had used this as a performance, leaping towards the highest sin of 'Deception', but unfortunately, your ancestors stopped him—the Blood Marquis!

The Blood Marquis, who coveted the Death Qi, chose to take a desperate risk.

This Blood Marquis both succeeded and failed.

He did not obtain the 'Deception' he should have gotten.

He was forced to settle for 'Death' all at once.

And the Blood Marquis, who had constantly sought 'Death', could only retreat to choose 'Fresh Blood'.

Unwilling!

They became Them.

But They are all unwilling.

'Death' seeks a comeback, while I am just an innocent coerced.

And you are regarded by Them as a part of 'Fresh Blood'.

What do you plan to do?"

Having finished speaking, Mrs. Smith vanished before the 'Blood Descendants' could inquire.

She had completed the contract.

As for more?

She did not plan to inform the other party.

The 'Blood Descendants' are descendants of the 'Bloodline Clan', and she knew these guys' noses too well—they have a more frightening sense of smell than a dog's—although she wasn't sure if they could find her in such a short time, but she didn't dare take the risk.

After all, she was no longer alone.

The 'Blood Descendants' gazed at the ripples still swaying in the pool, murmuring—

"As expected, you were deceived too?"

This kind of murmuring was entirely Arthur digging a pit.

He was setting a trap for those capable of watching this scene through 'time'.

At the Storm Inn, noticing the sky had completely darkened and sensing Mrs. Smith retracting those tiny water droplets, Arthur turned over on the bed.

He stretched lazily—

"Ah, it's been a long time since I slept so comfortably."

Arthur exhaled a long breath as he looked at Marinda.

Marinda woke up earlier.

But this lady sat there thinking.

The whole process made her fidgety.

After all, for this lady, thinking without smoking a pipe was too excruciating.

"You've been overworked these days.

Do you need to eat some food?"

Marinda inquired.

As she spoke, Marinda pushed the food tray towards Arthur—it was a wooden tray with two one-pound pieces of bread with bran, along with a small plate of lettuce leaves, seasoned only with salt, and nothing else.

This was the two-person's allotment of food that the inn delivered when night fell.

According to the servant's original words, they had plunged into unprecedented chaos and had to conserve food; this was all they would get in a day.

If only the person smelled less of roast meat when saying those words, it would have been more convincing.

At that time, Marinda asked about the soup?

The servant pointed to the faucet in the washroom.

The answer was self-evident.

To this, Marinda silently cursed in her heart.

She vowed that once this event ended, she would teach the other a good lesson—because that servant had ill intentions.

The servant not only spoke while trying to tease her.

The malice in his eyes was even more evident.

Obviously, the servant didn't just want to take advantage of the chaos; he wanted more.

For instance: murder and robbery.

On regular days, nobody would dare attempt such acts.

But during such chaos, who cared.

As long as it's done carefully, everything would turn out perfectly.

In fact, Marinda already guessed, those guys might intentionally lure in outsiders, create chaos, and then profit greatly.

"Of course."

Arthur spoke while keeping the bread in his ring.

Not because he wasn't hungry.

Nor because he didn't want to eat.

But because he couldn't eat.

The bread was drugged.

Eating it would lead to falling asleep.

Thus, what Marinda guessed, Arthur naturally also guessed.

Moreover, Arthur could also guess that these guys were already impatient—they weren't just targeting the inn's guests but also those outside.

To this, Arthur shrugged.

He, just a young, honest, simple, and kind Spirit Medium.

How could he have any ill intentions?

Therefore—

"Kuliqi, Kiri, take care of them."

Arthur softly instructed.

Two Death Hounds in the shadows immediately started their action.

They liked such actions.

Though it wasn't even a warm-up.

But this sense of hunting filled them with joy.

Of course, the Death Hounds' joy usually comes with the wails of life—

Ah!

Screams emerged from the inn.

Arthur donned his black coat.

Ah!

With louder screams, Marinda smiled as she put a bowler hat on Arthur.

Ah!

With another shiver-inducing scream, Marinda handed Arthur his cane.

"Send those nearby scoundrels to their rightful place too.

And also…

Mind your table manners."

Arthur softly instructed.

Then waved at Marinda.

Afterward, he flipped out the window and leaped down.

Soon, Arthur's figure blended into the night.

Yet the screams did not cease.

Not Kuliqi, Kiri.

The two Death Hounds, who remembered their master's words, abided by table manners, attacking in a more concealed manner, not making a single sound, like silent Grim Reapers, harvesting the lives of those with hidden intentions.

Those screams were from the conflicts of those looters.

Of course, quite a few were also caught in the trouble stirred elsewhere.

At least, Acker did it three times.

Listening to those screams, Alk commented that they deserved it.

Then—

The footsteps of this 'Master of Bloodflow' paused.

"Come out!"