They all call me Great Master-Chapter 742 - 739: The Descent of God IX

Ainhars Territory, Port Pult.

As the highest quality deepwater port in Ainhars Territory, its prosperity was in no way inferior to that of Doldot Port in Seberlin. Moreover, it had an even larger population, particularly famous for the production of quality leather, which brought vigorous vitality to this port.

Consequently, there were hundreds of ranches outside of Port Pult.

Not only fur, but also meat, especially beef, was warmly welcomed throughout South County.

There was even a saying, "The richest food is in South Los, but the best beef is definitely in Port Pult."

And at this moment, Old Maha of Maha Farm, along with his son Little Maha and a dozen hands, was driving a donkey cart filled with beef, drinks, vegetables, and fruits toward a hidden location outside of Port Pult.

"Father, has His Excellency really come?"

Little Maha whispered to his father.

Old Maha didn't answer immediately; instead, he glanced back at his hands to make sure no one would overhear and then nodded slightly.

"He has.

This time, I will formally introduce you to His Excellency.

Remember—

keep everything low-key."

Old Maha gestured towards the hands behind him and cautioned his son.

Although they were all old hands from the farm, some things were destined to be shared only with those closest, and indeed, if it weren't for wanting his son to take over, Old Maha wouldn't have confided anything about his dealings with the 'Red Knights' to his son, as supplying information and selling stolen goods were not honorable deeds.

But without doing so, how could a country boy like him have amassed such a large estate?

"Fantastic!

I'm finally going to meet His Excellency!

'Red Knights,' 'Red Knights'!"

Little Maha cheered softly, repeatedly muttering to himself.

Old Maha looked at his son and opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately, he remained silent—Old Maha understood why his son was like this.

In fact, not a few young people in Ainhars Territory were the same when they heard the name 'Red Knight.'

Although the 'Red Knights' were river pirates, the young people of Ainhars Territory preferred to see the 'Red Knights' as gentlemen thieves.

Indeed!

Just like those gentlemen thieves in picture books!

Many young people would rather believe that the 'Red Knight' earned his title because of his acts of chivalry.

Even in plundering merchant ships, they saw it as a noble act of robbing the rich to help the poor.

And the people who had been killed?

They were naturally wicked men!

But in reality?

As one of the 'Red Knights' fence, Old Maha knew too well that the 'Red Knights' were not the true gentlemen thieves in any sense of the term, their acts of plunder were not so-called noble deeds, and those they killed were not always bad people.

Yet these words, Old Maha didn't speak as he looked at his son's yearning expression—he chose not to say them right away.

'Let him dream a little longer.'

That's what Old Maha thought.

Why had he become a fence for river pirates?

Wasn't it to make life a little better for his family?

Now was no exception.

He hoped their wealth would continue.

As for his son's fantasies?

Think of it as the last lesson.

With these thoughts, Old Maha quickened his pace.

The five donkey carts zigzagged into a narrow lane.

Then, a person holding a torch appeared before the lane.

Seeing the person with the torch, Old Maha was startled.

It was not a stranger.

On the contrary, the person was someone familiar.

Sadi, one of the captains under the 'Red Knights.'

However, Sadi's men had always operated separately from the main force, acting as a sort of wild card. What was he doing here?

What was this operation?

Knowing very well that the 'Red Knights' would not casually convene their captains, Old Maha's heart tightened.

Nevertheless, the farm owner who knew the 'Red Knights' methods soon called out—

"It's me!"

The farm owner certainly did not want to become a porcupine, pierced by arrows shot from both sides of the high ground.

Moreover, the farm owner was certain they had been followed for some time, with torchbearers appearing up ahead, those behind must have crept closer.

Indeed, the farm owner's guess was not wrong.

As the farm owner stood up with his hands raised high, a series of footsteps sounded from behind, and his companion, Little Maha, had already been subdued.

Faced with the glinting longswords and daggers at their necks, their faces turned pale—when they had seen the 'Red Knights' before, it had always been Old Maha alone.

These companions had not seen such grand scenes before.

Although Little Maha's face was also slightly pale, his eyes were filled with excitement.

The same!

It was just as he had imagined!

Just as the farm owner's son was eagerly anticipating the next scene, he suddenly felt a pain at the back of his head, and his vision went dark.

"Don't worry, he's just passed out."

The person holding a torch said immediately upon spotting Old Maha's bending figure, offering an explanation.

"Captain Sadi, that's my son,"

Old Maha raised his voice.

"Mhm, that's why he's still alive."

The big, dirty-faced man with a bushy beard holding a torch said so.

Old Maha was stunned, then turned his head abruptly.

He saw that the dozens of companions who had come with him had already had their throats pierced by sharp weapons.

"This?!"

Old Maha's voice got stuck in his throat.

But Captain Sadi just shrugged unconcernedly.

"This time, it's a really big deal. After this job, we're retiring—not just me, Danny and Kmar are back too.

Kmar suggested we kill you too because if we want to retire peacefully, we can't leave someone like you as a lingering concern.

But the boss thinks you're reliable, so…

Now you have to retire with us!"

Sadi laughed as he clapped Old Maha on the shoulder.

The farm owner was, however, in a daze.

Retire together?

What about his farm?

Was he to just abandon the farm he had struggled with for twenty years?

And was the 'Red Knights' operation this time really that large?

Not only their main force, but Sadi's force too, and the other two captains had returned?

As the fence for the 'Red Knights,' Old Maha had some understanding of the 'Red Knights' composition.

The 'Red Knights' were made up of roughly two hundred men, but these two hundred were just the main force, what the public knew as the 'Red Knights.'

Beyond that, the 'Red Knights' had an additional three teams.

Each team consisted of anywhere between one hundred and two hundred men.

And each team's leader was an infamous 'River Pirate' on the Inland River.

Like Sadi, known as the 'Skull Splitter.'

Danny was called the 'Blood Axe.'

And the most famous was Kmar.

'Slaughterer' Kmar, a figure on the Inland River to be feared, had a ferocity to rival 'Blazing Wind' Greta from the time of the Seven Years' War.

It was the presence of 'Slaughterer' Kmar that made Old Maha doubtful that the 'Red Knights' were true knights in any real sense.

After all, true knights would not commit acts of slaughter.

"Let's go, meet the boss.

Then, live here quietly.

After tomorrow, we really retire—remember, you and your companions encountered the River Pirates, and you all died, and your farm will soon be 'plundered by the River Pirates.'

So now, you might want to consider what you'll take with you."

Sadi said with a smile.

What could Old Maha say?

The farm owner was left with only a bitter smile—

"Where are we going?

It's not to South Los, is it?"