They all call me Great Master-Chapter 569 - 566 ’Spirit Medium’ speeches, can’t be trusted. Up!

Alk hadn't yet reached home when he saw a crowd gathered at his front door.

Immediately, the retired assassin's heart tightened.

Although he had left certain precautions in place at home, what if something had happened?

With this thought, Alk's figure once again became nearly invisible, appearing instantaneously beside the front door in a bizarre manner that ordinary people couldn't capture.

Then, the retired assassin saw his own son and daughter—

Alvin's face bore the mark of a whip, still bleeding.

Alma was bandaging her brother.

The siblings were whispering to each other.

All this was very normal.

Or, rather, it was within Alk's expectations.

But apart from the siblings, the rest was baffling to the retired assassin.

For example: the hanging corpse in the yard.

For example: Old Town's Police Chief standing in the yard.

For example: the man and woman in the yard who seemed to be a perfect match.

What had happened?

The retired assassin asked himself.

And finally, when the 'main character' Arthur entered the scene, his lips curled up.

Did he really think he was free enough to play games with Marinda?

The game was just a pretext.

The real purpose was to recruit talent.

Noticing something off about Alk, it was, of course, because Fujin and Wuni always glanced at Alvin—given Arthur's personality, anyone who appeared around him was worth paying attention to.

Even if the person seemed normal, it was the same.

As long as it was within reach, they needed to be checked 3-5 times a day.

Paranoid?

No!

Arthur called it caution.

Just like with Alvin here.

If he hadn't been watching the other party, how could he have discovered Alk?

In fact, Alk hadn't exposed anything.

The role he played was as real as it gets.

Just like a truly ordinary dockworker.

For this, Arthur expressed admiration.

He truly couldn't imagine how a powerful assassin could actually force themselves to 'forget' their instincts and skills.

Even concealing his own Spirituality.

If it weren't for some 'small mechanisms' in the other's house, Arthur wouldn't have been able to discover him.

Clearly, those 'small mechanisms' were left there by the other as a precaution.

They were probably some 'residual habits' that the other hadn't completely adapted to after deciding to retire.

And the fact that they hadn't been dismantled by now was because he had long since regarded those 'residual habits' as a form of mourning—for his wife Bana.

Every time night fell and it was quiet around, Alk would talk to himself in front of those small mechanisms.

And through several days of observation, Arthur marveled at how terrifying the 'Avenger' Bana was.

An ordinary avenger made people wary.

A powerful avenger incited fear.

But an avenger who was beautiful, sincerely genuine to you, and truly loved you from the bottom of her heart, was utterly hair-raising.

Bana was such a person.

Arthur vowed that he never wanted to encounter such an avenger 'in the name of love' in this life, the next life, or the life after that.

It was truly terrifying.

Just look at Alk!

What had he been reduced to!

Even though he knew Bana was tormenting him, he was still willing to endure such torment!

'Indeed, love is toxic.

I, an ordinary person, don't deserve to have it.

And in the future…

I must definitely eradicate the roots thoroughly, even breaking the egg yolks.'

The frightened Arthur, though outwardly calm, was watching the Old Town's Police Chief Rechelier in front of him.

The police chief was dressed in the recently popular four-piece formal suit, holding a walnut cane in his hand, the head of which was fashioned in the shape of a mermaid.

Each time he moved forward, a liquid sloshing sound entered Arthur's ears.

The faint smell of alcohol, the reddened nose, the body that still swayed side to side despite efforts to stand straight, all told Arthur what the Old Town's police chief had been doing before.

Drinking.

Or rather, heavy drinking.

With the 'Cold Winter Festival' approaching, an increase in social obligations is inevitable.

Arthur was not surprised by this.

Like other district police chiefs, Rechelier too was quietly making money, preparing to climb up the ranks.

Even if he couldn't climb higher, Rechelier hoped to be transferred to another district.

Old Town...

Was just too poor.

And really too rundown.

In fact, this police chief never lived in Old Town.

In Shire District's upscale neighborhood, the police chief had his own house, wife, and children.

In Shire District's mid-to-upscale neighborhood, the police chief also had his house, mistress, and children.

Only during routine monthly visits did Rechelier return to Old Town, make a quick appearance, and then swiftly leave again.

Therefore, do not expect this police chief to know anything about Old Town.

As long as the monthly payments were in place, the police chief wouldn't interfere with anything.

As for why he still could hold his position as the police chief?

Because—

This police chief and Baron Hausman were relatives.

The influence of nobility maintained his position.

However, even so, this police chief began to sweat from his forehead under Arthur's gaze.

Rechelier was very aware of the man standing before him.

The mysteriously birthed Child of Misfortune, the Grim Reaper's Favor, the contemporary 'Black Cat,' the 'Leader of the Cat Sect,' the champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition, the master of Caesar Manor, 'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos.

Rechelier had heard countless rumors and mysteries about this great man.

Unlike those who scoffed, being a relative of Baron Hausman, Rechelier indeed knew a few hidden details.

For example: the hidden world beneath this world.

For example: the scene that took place inside Caesar Manor.

His nominal uncle, the Swordsmanship Chief, who was usually so proud and arrogant.

When meeting him, it was all haughtiness and disdain.

And the result?

Before this man, he became as lowly as a dog not to mention that he secluded himself right after returning to his uncle's manor.

That very man secluded himself.

Him?

Being a bit humble, that shouldn't matter, right?

Thinking in his heart, Rechelier's waist bent lower.

Anyway, he didn't know what had happened, but as long as he kept a good attitude, there should be no problem.

Thinking this, the police chief looked at Arthur's face, a sycophantic and ingratiating smile appearing.

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Rechelier wasn't looking down on women.

It was just that the corpse was indeed Marinda hanged.

Confronting such a lady, Rechelier really dared not approach her.

As for arresting?

What arresting?

The other party was a noble!

A true noble!

What did it matter if she killed a few people?

It's not like she had committed any atrocious crime inciting the wrath of heaven and men!

"Good evening, Mr. Kredos, Miss Caesar,"

Rechelier tried his best to maintain his elegance.

Marinda furrowed her brows slightly, ignoring the fellow.

Arthur then smiled and said—

"Good evening, Chief Rechelier, the matter at hand relates to the previous 'Haite Furniture Store' case. I hope you could inform Chief Malz to bring his men here to help you resolve all the subsequent troubles? You wouldn't want to waste valuable time, both yours and mine, on some criminals who decidedly deserve death, would you?"