They all call me Great Master-Chapter 682 - 679: Different!

After carefully dressing herself up, Yula changed into a black backless long dress, specifically adjusted her cincher to fully showcase her figure, and then looked towards the washroom.

There, Lucius stood straight, with worry floating in his eyes, and hidden within was...

Yearning!

He knew what she was about to do.

He wanted to stop her from going.

But he had no right.

Not only did he have no right, but he also lacked the ability.

He couldn't help Yula, only the "Spirit Medium" from South Los could.

Reluctance!

A strong sense of reluctance surged in his heart!

Then, it turned into pain!

Yula, feeling this pain, couldn't help but cheer inwardly.

Fun! So much fun!

Interesting! Too interesting!

In her previous arrangements, with the unexpected "Divine Favor," Lucius had already become less important, but she hadn't expected Lucius to give her such a surprise.

That even a casually modified memory could generate such power truly surprised her.

She felt her own power increase just a tiny bit.

Yula immediately walked up to Lucius and lifted her hand to hold his.

Yula's hand was cold.

Lucius trembled deep inside, feeling even more heartache.

Hate surged on the young Avenger's face.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry!"

Yula said softly, and even embraced Lucius.

Afterward, she headed straight for the door.

A door apart.

Lucius's hatred became even more apparent.

Yula's triumph felt almost palpable.

And Arthur, who was watching all this, muttered to himself in his heart—

'Pawns! Pawns.

After being blinded by hatred...

You really are plunging deeper into the Abyss.'

The young "Spirit Medium" thought to himself while looking at Pendragon, who was grooming his fur beside him, and asked bluntly, "Pan, what do you think is the essence of hatred?"

Pan: Meow?

The little kitty looked puzzled.

Arthur continued speaking.

"If we put aside the fact that one becomes strong and is defined as evil by others, what else is there to hatred?

Void, nothing but void!

And if one wants not to be devoured by such void...

Tsk, forget it.

I don't even believe such talk myself, let alone someone burdened with the vengeance for their parents, right?"

Arthur talked to himself, while Pendragon tilted his head, looking perplexed.

Afterward, the little kitty went off to look for fish jerky and egg yolk in his bowl.

Ever since acquiring a more complete Griffin Physique, Pendragon's appetite had increased significantly.

Arthur watched Pendragon eat and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Eat when hungry, seek revenge when wronged.

Do you really need the interference of a good-for-nothing like you?

Pah, are you even worthy?"

Arthur spat at himself.

Then, the young "Spirit Medium" adjusted his mood, waiting for Yula's visit.

When the sound of high heels echoed up the stairs on the terrace side, Arthur had already opened the door he crafted with a smile on his face, and at the same time, the Hand of Void was holding two cups of orange tea.

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Arthur's cup had double the sugar and double the honey.

"Good evening, Lord Kledos."

"Good evening, Ms. Yula."

They greeted each other politely.

But unlike before, Yula, dressed to the nines, had become much bolder.

Just a moment ago, as the lady stepped on the last stair, it seemed that the long train of her dress made it inconvenient to walk, so she simply picked up the hem.

And this black dress, besides being backless, also had a high slit.

Suddenly, smoothness and fairness were revealed.

Under the night sky, it was even more dazzling.

Even under the illumination of the terrace lights, the white had a somewhat reflective quality.

Arthur didn't ignore this detail, and after a quick glance, a polite smile appeared on his face.

Then, he smoothly handed over the iced orange tea.

"I just made this orange tea, with ice.

Give it a try."

As Arthur said this, he picked up his own glass of orange tea.

Yula, too, took a sip without hesitation.

"It tastes good.

Indeed, choosing not to go ashore was the right decision.

I saw the lights on over here and took the liberty of disturbing you—this isn't impolite, is it?"

Yula held the teacup, her face looking carefully at Arthur with caution.

The carefully applied eye makeup made Yula's eyes not only appear larger but also endow them with an upward flick at the corners, captivating like a cat's.

But those eyes were also exceedingly clear.

And they were complemented by Yula's youthful visage.

A pure, naïve yet constantly charming complex temperament arose spontaneously.

No one could overlook it.

Arthur was no exception.

However, unlike others who were genuinely enchanted, Arthur was putting on an act.

For someone who had seen tentacles emerging from the other person's ears and eyes—eyes bulging out, along with sockets that looked like bloody cavities—no amount of attractive dressing could interest him.

Moreover…

She wasn't as pretty as Marinda.

"Certainly not.

Compared to that 'Noble' just now, Yula, you are already outstanding in etiquette.

Strangely, both hailing from the same church, it's hard to imagine how Her Holiness the 'Saintess' lacks even a tiny bit of upbringing."

Arthur said, following the flow.

The contempt and sarcasm in his tone pleased Yula.

She had been pondering how to broach the main topic.

Unexpectedly, it was this easy.

And there was not the slightest doubt in Ms. Yula's mind about the arrogance of the 'Saintess' mentioned by Arthur—from the few meetings they had, whether it was the High Priest or Her Holiness the Saintess, the impression they conveyed was always one of untouchable superiority, even when communicating via Messenger Stone, it was with overwhelming arrogance.

Moreover, that wasn't just her impression.

Some of her fellow believers had said the same.

There were even rumors that both the High Priest and the Saintess came from Noble backgrounds.

Regarding this, Yula could not be certain of its veracity.

But now, Yula was sure of one thing: an opportunity had come.

'You nobles born with a silver spoon just don't understand the purpose of the church!

So...

Leave it all to me!

I am the one to lead the church to glory!"

Thinking thus, Yula, filled with greed and aspirations, took a deep breath.

"You didn't have a pleasant talk with Lady Saintess?

I would like to apologize first, Lady Saintess didn't mean to offend.

The Lady Saintess is just from a different background, that's all."

Yula probed.

"The beginning and the process were not pleasant.

The result?

It was acceptable!"

Arthur began to control the pace of the conversation, the young 'Spirit Medium' spoke while swirling his tea cup, and when he noticed a hint of impatience flicker in Yula's eyes, Arthur continued.

"But this collaboration is the last one!

After this time?

Heh."

Arthur chuckled coldly.

Upon hearing that laugh, Yula's heart blossomed with joy.

It was not the worst scenario!

Thinking this, Yula suddenly spoke in a lower voice—

"I have a trade offer of my own, does Lord Kledos have any interest?"

As she spoke, the lady took out a carefully rolled "Mikhail's Touch."

Immediately, Arthur frowned.

Because this "Mikhail's Touch" was different from the previous ones.