They all call me Great Master-Chapter 756 - 753: Touch of Folly V

A low shout immediately drew the attention of Lori and his group toward the surface of the Inland River.

There, a white passenger ship was slowly approaching.

Though not actively boarding the ship, with their far-superior vision and daily cultivation of "Noble Knowledge," these young nobles couldn't help but exclaim in awe—

"Is that the observation deck?"

"Standing on that top cabin's balcony looking down, the view must be beautiful!"

"Hiss, that ship's prow ornamentation is from the Holy Era!"

A series of comments ended with a gasp of astonishment.

The group of noble youths then looked toward the one who had gasped.

"I can confirm, whether it's the 'Holy Song' style of the prow ornamentation or the choice of iron mixed with wood for the material, they are all styles from the Holy Era, and furthermore—

It is very likely a relic from a ship of the Holy Era!

After all, even the best craftsmen couldn't reproduce this sense of the passage of time!"

The young noble sighed.

Then, he let out another sigh—

"Regrettably, such a complete 'Holy Song'!

I wonder if it can be preserved later on.

If it can, I wish to collect it!"

Saying this, the young noble looked towards Lori.

As for spending on behalf of others, this son of a marquis was never stingy.

"Of course!

If it is preserved, it's yours, Little Tami!

I assure you!"

Hearing such a promise, Little Tami, the only son of Baron Tami, immediately bowed slightly toward Lori.

In response, Lori calmly accepted the gesture.

And, as the marquis' eldest son, he rightfully believed that he had won Tami's favor—being the only son of one of the three barons within the Ainhars Territory, Little Tami was naturally someone he aimed to woo. Although a 'Holy Song' was valuable, if he could gain more, why not?

With such a good start, everything following naturally became easier.

But, that was a matter for later!

Now?

"We need to conceal ourselves!

You know, uninvited guests are not only us!"

With these words, Lori pointed to one side.

Groups of people appeared on the side of the Inland River.

Their attires varied, identifiable as farmers, merchants, hunters from their clothes, and they carried an assortment of weapons, from hoes to bows to firearms, but the one constant was the determination on their faces and the fervor in their eyes.

"Who are they?"

After finding a good hiding spot, Little Tami asked in a low voice.

"Members of the Inland River Cult.

They have come for a holy war."

Lori explained.

Of course, this son of a marquis concealed the most critical part.

For example: Gleisa Hamlet had lost control over the Inland River Cult.

Lori had heard a bit about the deeds of this eldest son of Old Lion before, but things like his control over a sect, Lori did not believe.

This marquis' eldest son did not believe Gleisa Hamlet could achieve this.

After all, he couldn't manage it himself.

But with Gleisa Hamlet's self-declaration, he had to believe that this eldest son of Old Lion had indeed achieved something significant out of everyone's sight.

And because of this, this marquis' eldest son believed Gleisa Hamlet's words of revenge and his willingness to support him in it.

You see, this was a truly thriving sect!

If he had such a sect and it was taken from him, he would absolutely go mad.

And to get back at that person, he really could give his all.

All along, he believed that Gleisa Hamlet's 'special troops' were among these people—'Southern Lost Spirit Medium has taken my sect, but he cannot fully control the people within it yet; there are those who remain loyal to me and are ready to follow my command at any time!'

To such words, this marquis' eldest son also believed.

Because, in his view, this made sense.

If it were him, he would do the same.

Except…

'Gleisa Hamlet is really a fool to choose me as your partner and still fantasize about taking back his own sect!

Utterly delusional!

The leadership position among the young nobles of Ainhars Territory, I want it!

"I want the leadership position in the Inland River Cult too!"

"It's all mine!"

A cold sneer rose in the heart of the Marquis' eldest son, and his eyes blazed.

"So that's how it is!

After suffering a setback in Seberlin, the Inland River Cult dares to participate?

Such a terrifying faith!"

Little Tami muttered to himself.

People nearby also voiced their agreement in succession.

Amid this chorus, Little Tami surreptitiously exchanged glances with Burton.

No eye contact, no lingering stares.

Just a fleeting glance.

Most people wouldn't pay attention to such a moment.

But Windsor, who had an overarching view of the situation, noticed it.

Viscount's only daughter was secretly using a Messenger Stone to broadcast live to Kalal while calculating how to maximize her benefits.

Calculative young Nobles concealed themselves on the side.

Fervent believers of the Inland Church marched straight ahead.

Everyone cooperated tacitly, not making any noise.

Until—

Woo!

The continuous sound of horns began to echo along the banks of the Inland River.

In a uniquely desolate air, as squad after squad of river pirates appeared, the atmosphere filled with a sense of grim determination, and when the camouflage was removed from twenty 12-pounders hidden on the hillside, the feeling of imminent danger reached its peak.

"Ah! What is that?"

"Firearms! Those are firearms!"

"River Pirates! The river pirates are here!"

Onboard the 'Oriental', panic instantly ensued.

In such moments, even attempts by Captain Old Barry and First Mate Albert to calm everyone were futile; even their own sailors were somewhat at a loss.

Almost instinctively, the two looked towards Chief Sailor Old John.

As the leader of the 'Oriental's combat members, Chief Sailor Old John was calm.

Old John had faced too many things in his lifetime.

To him, a situation like this was nothing serious.

Just some firearms.

He could completely ignore them.

What truly worried him was the Inland River.

Or more precisely...

There was a tremendously terrifying presence peeping at this place from under the water.

But that was just a concern.

After all, if he couldn't beat it, he could always run.

For pirates, running away isn't something shameful.

On the contrary, having attempted to run but failing—that's what's truly shameful.

However, this only applied to one person.

As for leading the whole 'Oriental' in an escape?

Old John didn't think he could do it.

So, the old pirate was curious about what Arthur would do.

"Everyone, please calm down.

Don't forget whose ship this is," Old John thought to himself as he addressed the crowd.

Immediately, the panicked crowd calmed down.

Yes!

This was the Southern Lost Spirit Medium's ship!

Moreover, more importantly, the revered Spirit Medium himself was on board!

Subconsciously, everyone's gaze turned to the top deck.

Many wanted to ascend to the top deck, but fearful of offending the Spirit Medium, they could only pace anxiously at the stairway.

Meanwhile, Arthur leisurely put down his orange tea, stood up to stretch, and then picked up a black coat beside him.

He dressed meticulously, double-checked to ensure there were no undesirable creases, and then stepped out the door.