They all call me Great Master-Chapter 689 - 686: Port Ⅲ

For Delpock, the scorn he felt for Achisto was etched deep in his bones.

In Delpock's eyes, Achisto was just a guy with a stroke of good luck.

Without any abilities, his strength was extremely low, and his talent was nothing special. If it weren't for Lord Gleisa Hamlet taking an interest in him,

he would have spent his entire life as nothing more than a rural lord.

No!

Even calling him a rural lord was overestimating him.

At best, he was just a rural knight.

One with a shabby estate and a mill that had to be shared with the peasants.

Delpock couldn't bear the thought of such a man riding roughshod over him.

His abilities were stronger than Achisto's. If not for him, how could the "Inland River Cult" possibility have gained a foothold in Port Doldot?

His strength was greater as well—he didn't need to go all out; with one hand, he could take down Achisto.

As for talent?

Although his talent was somewhat inferior compared to his older brother, Joel Colman,

what did that matter?

Keep in mind, his brother Joel Colman was hailed as a once-in-a-century prodigy of Inner Bay, recognized as the foremost among Inner Bay's youths.

Being slightly inferior to his brother was not a problem.

Even so, his talent was still among the top tier.

Therefore, he knew what he lacked was merely an opportunity.

And this time...

The opportunity had arrived!

He wanted to shine brilliantly in the upcoming battle against the "Pain Church".

Only by doing so could he secure the position of High Priest of the "Inland River Cult".

To this end, Delpock was determined.

After all, in Delpock's point of view, the position of High Priest of the "Inland River Cult" rightfully belonged to him.

Achisto?

Just as he described.

Merely a guy with a bit of luck.

Thinking this, Delpock straightened his back, his face and eyes cleared of any odd expression, leaving only the utmost respect.

"Just give the order, and I and the 'Rapids Squad' will strike immediately," Delpock said solemnly.

As he spoke, a fully armed troop of twelve emerged from one side.

Their movements were uniform and precise.

Their gazes were unwaveringly resolute.

Most importantly, their momentum.

Each one's presence was as fearsome as that of a battle-hardened veteran.

Upon witnessing the emergence of the 'Rapids Squad', the attending deacons of the "Inland River Cult" exclaimed in surprise.

"It's the 'Rapids Squad'!"

"The 'Rapids Squad' is also part of our congregation?"

"This is great!"

"Victory is certain!"

Voices like these rose and fell in sequence, pumping up the already high-spirited deacons of the "Inland River Cult" even more.

Watching this scene unfold, Delpock felt even prouder.

The 'Rapids Squad' was his creation.

The Secret Assembly established beside Ateil Trail was also his work.

And it was he who had kept all these a secret.

He had done all this for this very moment.

Why should he rely on Achisto, that failure?

The more disdain he felt inside, the more solemn Delpock's face became.

Achisto, completely oblivious, looked at the 'Rapids Squad' before him, his excitement no less than that of any other deacon present.

Victory was assured!

With the 'Rapids Squad' here, they could hold back the high-end forces of the 'Pain Church'!

Plus the people I've brought with me...

Victory is certain!

With a heart full of excitement, Achisto forcefully maintained his composure and said—

"At this moment, Your Crown's gaze is turning towards us..."

In the drawn-out tone, Achisto's voice was somewhat trembling, barely able to maintain the deep voice he had always deliberately preserved.

Especially when—

Tat tat tat!

Rapid footsteps sounded.

With the aid of a 'Miracle', reaching Doldot Port instantly, Toran, who had been monitoring the dock's movements, hurried in with quick steps.

The priest first made a bow, then said swiftly.

"The 'Oriental' has arrived!"

...

"Miss, the 'Oriental' has arrived!"

At the dock, the trusted aide of the West Berlin Marquis House, standing outside the carriage, reported.

The sisters Jacqueline and Catherine, who had been secretly conversing with a telepathy-like ability, immediately ceased their conversation, and it was the younger sister Catherine who spoke.

"Understood."

Having said this, the youngest daughter of the Marquis of West Berlin stepped out of the carriage.

Jacqueline followed a step behind.

The third daughter of the Marquis of West Berlin, the High Priestess of the Pain Church, gazed at the white ship on the distant river.

Although she had already heard about the 'Oriental' from her sister, she still couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the 'Oriental' when she saw it with her own eyes.

The 'Oriental', proposed by Arthur and implemented by Marinda, was unique on the basis of people's current cognition and aesthetic values.

This uniqueness, coupled with the rare white color of this era, immediately drew people's attention, especially at dusk when the 'Oriental' became even more eye-catching.

Jacqueline waved her hand to the side.

The West Berlin Family's music ensemble immediately began to play.

As the brisk and raucous music started, the 'Oriental' just happened to dock.

The folding gangplank extended from the deck.

Arthur, dressed in black hunting attire and leaning on a cane, descended slowly.

Catherine and Jacqueline scrutinized Arthur intently, surprise flickering in their emerald-green eyes.

The twins were astonished by Arthur's youth.

Even more surprising was the pipe in Arthur's other hand.

The engraving 'Marinda' on the long stem of the pipe was clear to them.

Having heard the rumors about Arthur's relationship with Miss Caesar, they believed a portion of them upon seeing the pipe.

At the same time, they felt more confident about their own plans.

Arthur stepped down.

The twins stepped forward.

As Arthur's feet touched the soil of Port Doldot, the twins had already approached him.

"Lord Kledos, welcome to the West Berlin Territory."

"I am Jacqueline, and this is my sister Catherine."

The twins introduced themselves.

"Good evening, ladies,"

Arthur politely responded.

To the twins before him, Arthur expressed considerable surprise. Although the two had different styles to distinguish themselves—the younger sister with her golden twin ponytails and the elder with her hair pinned up—in Arthur's eyes, they were extremely consistent.

It was a consistency of spirituality.

There are no two leaves exactly the same in this world.

There are also no two identical people.

Unless…

The two were originally one entity.

Subconsciously, Arthur thought of 'Miha and Yiluo'.

Suddenly, Arthur's perception of the cold-blooded Marquis of West Berlin deepened.

However, this did not prevent Arthur from smiling warmly at the twins before him.

"Lord Kledos, please come with me.

Inside the castle, a banquet has already been prepared.

My father is already there, awaiting you."

Jacqueline, without any faux pas, immediately led Arthur to the specially prepared carriage.

Arthur nodded his thanks before boarding the carriage.

Watching the still-open carriage door, Jacqueline exchanged a glance with her sister Catherine as they prepared to act.