They all call me Great Master-Chapter 757 - 754: Touch of Folly VI

Countless eyes along the riverside were fixed on the white passenger ship.

As a black figure appeared on the upper deck, Lori's breathing grew rapid—

'Come on! Come on!

I'm about to take the stage!

And the color of fresh blood far surpasses that of flowers!

And you, the corpse of Arthur Kredos, will be my best stepping stone!'

Fierce and ferocious.

This son of a marquis, like a hungry wolf.

Little Tami slightly lowered his head to conceal the chill and excitement in his eyes.

The chill was murderous intent.

The excitement was a hunter's instinct.

He chose to work with Burton, the Marquis' second son, not only because the latter had approached him, but also because he wanted to test the blood of someone of higher status.

That taste...

Should be different from that of commoners, right?

Burton crouched down, hands gripping his twin swords.

The hard feel of the sword handles gave him immense assurance and...

Confidence!

If possible, he didn't want to do it.

But, who made his brother relentlessly close in?

He had no choice.

He…

Did not want to become the next Kalal!

Thinking of that relative whose talent far surpassed his own but who was mercilessly expelled, the Marquis' second son became even more determined—Lori must die!

If Lori did not die, he would have no peace.

And this was his chance.

With this thought, the Marquis' second son began to regulate his breathing.

Concealed among the crowd, Lady Windsor quietly watched everything.

Her brown eyes sparkled even more in the shadows.

She had found the way to maximize her benefits.

The next moment—

The lady looked towards the 'Oriental.',

Staring at that black figure.

Now, she just needed to verify this person's worth to make her final decision.

…

"Hurry up!"

"Faster!"

"We absolutely cannot allow those river pirates to harm Lord Kredos!"

With a low shout, Toran picked up his pace even more.

Alongside him, the believers of the Inland River Cult were silent, hurrying on.

After witnessing the true God of the Inland River, their gratitude towards Arthur peaked.

Because, it was Arthur who helped them find their true faith.

Without Arthur, they would have been deceived.

That would disgrace their faith.

That would make their souls fall.

Thinking of such outcomes, all believers of the Inland River Cult shuddered.

Fortunately, none of that had happened.

They were saved by Arthur Kredos.

They were rescued by the Southern Lost Spirit Medium.

And now...

It was their turn to come to the rescue of this gentleman.

"Look there!

Gunpowder cannons!"

One sharp-eyed believer pointed.

Suddenly, everyone saw the twenty 12-pound cannons, their disguises removed.

The muzzles were being aimed at the 'Oriental.'

The 'Oriental' was about to be bombarded!

This was something no one could accept.

'What is Danny doing?

Hasn't he said he would delay as much as possible?'

Annoyed, Toran immediately pulled out a scale.

This newly appointed High Priest was ready to use some secret techniques left by 'the god'—without these techniques, he didn't know how else to stop the bombardment.

But just then—

"Wait!"

Mr. Gwen suddenly spoke up to stop him.

As everyone turned to him in confusion, Mr. Gwen quickly said—

"Look at the muzzles!"

Suddenly, everyone noticed the difference.

The muzzles were adjusting.

From aiming at the 'Oriental' to…

The sky?!

The crowd was baffled, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the real shocking event had only just begun—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Twenty cannon shots rang out.

But there were no cannonballs.

It was just the roar of gunpowder.

Like a salute!

A figure clad in red armor emerged through the thick smoke of the cannon.

"'Red Knight'!"

"It's the 'Red Knight'!"

"And 'Skull Splitter' Sadi!"

"That one is 'Blood Axe' Danny!"

Many people exclaimed in such a manner.

Then, such cries of surprise suddenly stopped!

Because— freewёbnoνel.com

All the river pirates on the hill, even the well-known 'Red Knight' Hazlitt, 'Skull Splitter' Sadi, 'Blood Axe' Danny, and others, all knelt on one knee.

They bowed their heads.

They were silent.

They seemed like soldiers being inspected.

Everything around was silent.

Only the sound of the Inland River's waves remained.

"Salute!

The sound of the cannon, it really was a salute!"

A young noble couldn't help exclaiming.

It wasn't that the young noble was overreacting, but the scene before them was indeed beyond their expectations.

Following that, all the young nobles turned their gaze toward Lori.

Toward this Marquis' son.

They were waiting for an explanation from the Marquis' son.

What about the fisherman benefiting from the mutual destruction that was mentioned before? This didn't seem like what they had been told!

Forget about the 'stage' now!

Here, they were completely like clowns!

Moreover, a group of clowns!

And Lori himself was stunned.

'Impossible!

This can't be possible!

How could these river pirates show such respect to that Southern Lost Spirit Medium?'

Completely unaware of what had happened, Lori was in a state where he couldn't accept reality, having lost all ability to think and only managed to say subconsciously—

"Wait and see! Don't rush!"

Such words, anyone could see, were just an excuse.

Or more precisely, a delay.

This Marquis' eldest son no longer had any solutions.

However, no one exposed him.

Nobles, after all, have some rules to adhere to.

But many views toward this Marquis' eldest son carried a hint of mock.

"Everyone makes mistakes; don't judge winners and losers by one instance!"

Burton spoke up.

This Baron's younger son, always appearing youthful, stood by his older brother in his way.

Yet, these words deeply hurt the Marquis' eldest son.

"Yes!

Why not wait a bit more?

Lori has said to wait, so let's continue to see."

Little Tami also spoke up.

Immediately, Lori gave a grateful look toward the Baron's only son.

Lady Windsor, hidden among the crowd, looked at Lori as if watching a fool.

'How idiotic does one have to be to believe such words?

And, can't you see the coordination between Little Tami and your brother?

By the time nothing happens...

It won't just be a loss of dignity for you!

You will also 'commit suicide' because you can't bear such an outcome!

How foolish!'

Lady Windsor evaluated in her mind.

Even, many also noticed something was amiss.

But before they could ponder further, a roaring sound appeared from beneath the Inland River—

Whirr!

In the unique whirring, a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the Inland River.

Appearing along with it was...

An aura!

Reeking of blood and brutality!

Everyone who sensed this aura instantly changed their expression, their bodies shaking, some even collapsing outright.

Only one person stood calmly, as if caressed by a spring breeze.

Yes, Arthur.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium's eyes were filled with compassion as he softly said—

"I gave you a chance already."