They all call me Great Master-Chapter 211 - 208: The Pigeon Releaser!

"Do you still remember the fool from the story I just told?"

Arthur asked Tarite.

The Pigeon Breeder nodded.

"I do."

"In fact, in the story I just told, the fool didn’t die by accident, but rather... he desired death with all his heart!"

Arthur spoke slowly.

The Pigeon Breeder was stunned, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Impossible!

How could someone who only knows how to show off desire death so earnestly?"

The Pigeon Breeder shook his head quickly, not accepting this notion.

"Of course, it’s possible!

The fool was ridden with guilt, and to compensate for this guilt, he had no choice but to pretend to be a fool—because he discovered that as long as he was ridiculed, humiliating himself, the person he felt guilty toward would be happy.

So, he became a fool."

As Arthur said this, he sighed.

"But, but..."

"Pain?

The fool was willing to face death, naturally he could do it, even if it meant being stabbed four times in the chest and stomach and then having his throat slashed by the person he felt guilty toward, he didn’t make a sound and just lay there holding his breath, pretending to be dead.

The fool had long known about the plan of the person he felt guilty toward.

He chose to go along with it.

After all...

It was his sister."

Listening to Arthur’s words, the Pigeon Breeder sat there dumbfounded, with a vacant expression.

The words of the young ’Spirit Medium’ were something he had never considered.

All he knew was of a scoundrel who, out of jealousy for the affection of their parents, had deliberately pushed his sister off a tree into a tree pit and had mocked her relentlessly.

This...

Unconsciously, the Pigeon Breeder raised his head, looking towards Arthur.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ stood in place, his expression serene, his gaze calmly on him.

Unconsciously, the Pigeon Breeder believed the words of the young ’Spirit Medium’.

"I, I..."

The Pigeon Breeder opened his mouth but was completely at a loss for words.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil.

But the young ’Spirit Medium’ spoke again, his voice still calm—

"Jody, White, Sharp, and Bacon have died, but do you think that counts as revenge?

I don’t think so.

Have those four guys escaped the punishment they deserved just because the police are useless?

That’s not it either.

It’s because of their families!

With wealth intertwined with interests, creating enormous power, they shielded those four guys and protected hundreds more just like them.

So, your vengeance must continue!

Perhaps you can’t do more, but at the very least, you should completely uproot the families to which those four belonged!"

During this speech, Arthur’s lips curved slightly upward, revealing a congenial smile.

And listening to the words of the young ’Spirit Medium,’ the Pigeon Breeder was completely dumbstruck.

He had always thought that the young ’Spirit Medium’ stood on the side of ’justice’ in the eyes of the world.

But these words...

"What is your purpose?"

The Pigeon Breeder was filled with astonishment, but he was also on guard.

"I’m annoyed by them.

I covet their family estates.

And conveniently, I have a friend who can take care of this matter properly."

Arthur said frankly.

He wouldn’t talk about any grand righteousness, nor would he bluff, and facing a father seeking revenge for his daughter, the young ’Spirit Medium’ still maintained a bit of a moral baseline.

And again, the Pigeon Breeder was stunned by the young ’Spirit Medium’s’ candor.

The young ’Spirit Medium’ didn’t hurry him, instead, he walked into the modified veranda, feeling the space compressed by the pigeon cages, resting his hand on the rusted railing, gazing up at the small patch of sky overhead, then looking down at the street of Western Garden Street, and said lightly—

"It’s quite large."

...

The Bernice family did not return to the Swan District.

Instead, they brought Clay’s body back to their manor on the outskirts of South Los.

Before the body was brought back, the entire Bernice Manor had been rearranged by the butler, with gold utensils, brightly colored tapestries, and such all packed away.

The servants had also been informed of some matters in advance.

To this, each servant understood clearly and maintained a mournful demeanor.

Inside the estate owner’s master bedroom, Mrs. Bernice’s cries resounded non-stop.

Mr. Bernice sat in his study, looking dazed.

When there were no outsiders left, Mr. Bernice shed all pretense.

All that filled his mind now was Clay’s voice and laughter.

Though a foolish simpleton who knew not the weight of things, he was kindhearted.

"Clay, if you can hear Daddy’s words, then you must stay here a while longer—I will avenge you.

I will catch that bastard.

I will flay him with my own hands!"

Mr. Bernice said in a lowered voice, his face twisted with ferocity.

Even though he had hired that young ’Spirit Medium,’ several suspects still filtered through his mind.

It could be them.

It could also not be.

But, that’s not important!

What’s important is, his son is dead!

Then...

’You will join my son in death!’

Thinking this to himself, Mr. Bernice gestured for the butler, saying—

"Go and discreetly contact the Lady of the Eternal Night for me, tell her I have a business matter to discuss with her!"

"Understood, sir."

The trusted butler bowed and left.

In the study, Mr. Bernice was once again left alone.

He didn’t like the Lady of the Eternal Night, but it wasn’t for the reasons rumored outside, because of the lady’s cold, barbaric, and bloody methods.

Rather, it was because he saw a younger version of himself in her.

Yet he greatly admired her!

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Admired her decisive and ruthless approach to achieving her goals.

Of course, there was also a hint of fear!

After all, he had no wish to become her target.

But, that was before.

Now?

He couldn’t care less.

What about his eldest son, Chloe?

Yes, he still had his eldest son, Chloe!

But, that was all he had—the eldest son, Chloe!

Having lost a second son, he absolutely did not want to lose the eldest—for this, he had to change the approach he had maintained for nearly twenty years.

Sighing internally, Mr. Bernice stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Upon leaving the study, the gentleman became calm once more.

He would not panic before his wife.

However, at the bedroom door, Mr. Bernice unexpectedly saw Linda Camille coming out of the bedroom—for Ms. Camille’s daughter, Mr. Bernice was well acquainted, and happy to have her associate with his family. If it weren’t for the fact that his eldest son was already married, and the simpleton younger son was completely unworthy of her, he would have already sought her mother’s hand in marriage for his son.

"Linda, take extra care of Edith, please.

She is too fragile, sigh."

Saying this, Mr. Bernice entered the bedroom.

Passing by Linda, Mr. Bernice completely failed to notice the astonishment on her face.

Behind him, the bedroom door closed.

Linda touched the sleeve sword concealed at her wrist, the arm crossbow on her forearm, and the dagger under her armpit, then picked up her suitcase and headed to her friend Edith’s bedroom with a complex expression.

These items had been given to her by her mother before she left, informing her they were a Kledos Family tradition.

She had been somewhat puzzled before, but now she understood a bit better.

Knock, knock-knock!

"Come in."

After Linda knocked, Edith’s crisp voice rang out.

But when Linda pushed open the door, she found Edith standing by the bedroom window, feeding pigeons—the birds flew in through the open window, with as many as seven or eight of them.

Corn kernels mixed with a bit of japonica rice attracted the pigeons.

Even back at home, Edith wore a veil that obscured her face, revealing only her eyes, which were hidden as she lowered her head.

Seeing this scene, Linda would have felt only pity in the past, but now it was tinged with deep caution.

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Suddenly, Edith spoke.

Linda was taken aback.

"Your expression is too easy to read—it’s quite uninspiring, Linda.

So...

Linda, would you please go die?"

Edith’s voice was soft as she slightly raised her hand.

Instantly, the pigeons perched on the windowsill flew straight towards Linda as if they had gone mad.

Instinctively, Linda was about to shoot a crossbow arrow, but before the Kledos Family’s bastard could truly attack, she heard—

Caw!

The crow’s call.

The next moment was...

Shadows darted, crimson erupted!