They all call me Great Master-Chapter 906 - 903: Throwing Mud I

What is the most complex thing in the world?

An entrant puppet?

An ascend step treasure?

Or the process of some special ritual?

None of these.

Arthur believes it is the human heart.

This scope of the human heart is not referring to him, nor specifically to one person, but to everyone—even those who seem honest and simple-minded, or even foolish, that is just one side of them. What about their other side?

No one knows.

Because that side changes in an instant.

It's something that takes one by surprise.

Sometimes, 'try to feel your conscience' truly means 'try to feel your conscience'.

That can really be deadly.

However, Arthur did not warn Pistri.

He believes Pistri will have precautions.

Or rather...

By this time, Pistri's usefulness to him had greatly diminished—in his script, it would be nice if Pistri appeared alive.

If he died, it wouldn't be bad either.

Therefore, Arthur doesn't care.

However, necessary help must still be provided.

After all—

That is the contract.

As someone who upholds the contract, Arthur declares himself to be of the 'Order Camp'.

Marinda looked at the smile on Arthur's lips and couldn't help but softly ask—

"What mischievous smile is that?

Who have you tricked again?"

This lady said as her gaze shifted to Arthur's lips.

She wanted to bite them.

Arthur immediately shrugged.

"I didn't trick anyone.

Didn't I say earlier, watch a good show?"

Arthur said this.

Marinda nodded.

She had seen the parade at Saint Joan Academy.

Starting with the death of Dean Dingle, it counted as a good beginning, but later it felt a bit plain—not that those Death Warriors weren't fighting desperately, nor that Sean and Bonte's skills weren't exquisite, but for the overall 'drama', it was too bland.

Of course, Marinda wouldn't say that.

Because she believed that the good show Arthur was referring to hadn't really started.

However, even the current situation was considered good enough for Marinda.

This wasn't compromise.

It was because Marinda believed that Arthur really did well enough,

In simple terms...

Favoritism.

Arthur clearly sensed the emotion in Marinda's sapphire eyes and immediately, the corners of his mouth curled up again.

He was grateful for this favoritism.

But how could he let Marinda down?

He walked to the side and opened the window—

Outside the window, the sounds of battle continued.

Those were Arthur's Death Warriors charging at the Inner Bay Police, guards, and secret police.

And the direction of Arthur's finger was towards the building where the two sons of the Old Lion were.

"Look there."

Arthur said softly.

Marinda immediately stood by Arthur's side and looked in that direction—

Dieudonne's voice had just dropped, and he suddenly waved his hand.

This was a signal.

Upon seeing this signal, his ten Death Warriors would swarm in.

And then?

They just needed to delay Pistri's footsteps a bit.

He had ten ways to ensure that Pistri would be left without a grave.

Of course!

He absolutely did not want his brother to die.

It's not about brotherly love.

It's about talent!

"Naive people should just die.

Pistri, do you know?

When I first felt your terrifying talent, how unwilling I was, I wished I could eat your flesh and drink your bone marrow—I already had a terrifying older brother, I didn't want another terrifying younger brother!

So, I chose an ancient seal.

It originated from Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association.

It could transfer the talent of the sealed person.

The moment I felt your talent, I cried.

I was moved to tears.

I understood for the first time the meaning of effort being unable to compete with talent—for what others can't achieve in a lifetime, I reached the 'Arcana Level' in a week.

'Great Arcana Level', just a year.

And six years later, I became an 'Entrant'.

This all happened under the blessing of your talent."

Having said this, the Old Lion's second son took a deep breath.

He flicked his golden hair, the smile on his lips growing wider.

He raised his voice, saying loudly—

"I have seen sights I've never seen before.

I am so happy.

But the moment you broke the seal, I felt fear, your talent being fulfilled the instant the seal was broken.

And me?

Once again, I became a mortal.

This is not what I wanted.

What I wanted was still that outstanding talent.

So, I set up a small spell circle here—it can continue to seal your spell circle, simultaneously I will keep you alive in some dungeon.

You certainly won't die.

Before I 'Ascend Step', you absolutely won't die."

At this, the Old Lion's second son had already stood up.

And Pistri just nodded slightly.

"I know."

The Young Lion said.

"Hmm?"

The Old Lion's second son was taken aback.

"I said I know what you're trying to do."

The Young Lion emphasized again.

The Old Lion's second son squinted his eyes, he was surprised, but upon seeing his ten Death Warriors gradually appear in the room, the Old Lion's second son immediately smiled.

"Bluffing?

You're too naive.

Those just now were all your people, right?

Or do you think you can break through the encirclement?

You know me.

I know you better.

Even if the 'talent' sealed was fulfilled at this moment, the strength is just about the same as mine.

You think..."

Poof!

Before the Old Lion's second son's words could fall, a piece of iron wire went through his ear, piercing his brain.

It was silent.

Even more unbelievable.

Because the Old Lion's second son only realized something was wrong after his brain was pierced.

But it was too late.

The iron wire vibrated.

The Old Lion's second son's brain turned to mush.

"Urgh! Urgh urgh!"

The Old Lion's second son wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Then, he fell to the ground twitching.

It was only after the Old Lion's second son truly fell that those ten Death Warriors saw that slightly hunched figure.

The person's face was coarse, dark, and along with that hunched figure, he looked exactly like the hardest worker on the docks.

Yet it was such a person who unbeknownst had assassinated the Old Lion's second son.

All the Death Warriors had disbelief in their eyes.

But the most unbelievable thing was that they too felt pain at that moment.

Mild, hard to detect.

Then, those ten Death Warriors also fell to the ground twitching.

One by one, strands of 'spider silk', thinner than hair, emerged from the navels of those ten Death Warriors and gradually returned to Acker's hands.

When Acker took back the 'spider silk', ten complete human skins appeared in the room.

Pistri gasped deeply in his heart.

The Young Lion was frightened by this killing method.

Or rather...

It was the assassination method.

Before, he had worried there would be an accident.

His older brother had experienced the benefits of sealing him.

It's hard to give up on that.

Just like a man-eating tiger won't let go of the meat delivered to its mouth.

Yet, Sean and Bonte assured him it would be fine.

Their master had arranged everything.

Pistri naturally believed them.

In fact, he had a little anticipation.

He prepared to taunt his brother's 'ignorance'.

But now, Pistri had not a tiny bit of taunting left, only fear.

Because—

He asked himself, he couldn't avoid such an assassination.

So, when Acker handed over his brother's head, the body of the Young Lion shivered.

Acker saw it.

But the current 'Master of Bloodflow' had no further words.

He just said—

"Don't forget the master's instructions!"

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