They all call me Great Master-Chapter 691 - 688: Port V

Having the title alone is not enough.

Special communication channels are needed, as well as a voice!

The former, Yula had already decoded over the years as a member of the congregation.

And the latter?

Yula was imitating.

Every conversation with the High Priest, Her Holiness the Saintess, Yula would commit to memory.

Then, she would learn it bit by bit.

Though there might be slight flaws when speaking face-to-face, if using the Messenger Stone, Yula was completely confident.

After all, not every priest, deacon had seen those two in person, or heard their voices firsthand.

However, to be safe, Yula did not summon those who had seen and heard them.

It wasn't just because those people were unstable elements.

It was also because...

She needed time!

The Pain Church also needed to rebel!

Only by distracting the people of the Inland Church could the rest be put under enough pressure to ascend smoothly.

Thinking of her own schemes, Yula couldn't help but smile smugly.

She was surely going to succeed!

Despite the significant price paid, she would definitely succeed!

As long as she succeeded, everything would be worth it.

But, every time she thought about the two portions of Divine Grace she had given to that South Los 'Spirit Medium' to distract the High Priest and the Saintess, Yula still felt a painful pinch.

If she could use those two portions of Divine Grace, improving her strength further would be no problem.

'That South Los 'Spirit Medium' couldn't have used up both portions of Divine Grace so quickly, right?

Such Divine Grace-endowed items must have been carefully chosen.

So...

I still have a chance!'

Faced with tremendous success, Yula's thoughts shifted towards maximizing benefits.

What about the contract?

While it exists, it's certainly worth honoring.

Once the contract is fulfilled, everything naturally needs to be re-strategized.

Lucius stood by, with a look of wanting to say something yet holding back.

This young avenger did not see what Yula was plotting in her mind, but he did witness with his own eyes Yula contacting the church's priests and deacons in the names, voices, and private channels of the High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess. The young avenger was moved by Yula's trust, yet instinctively felt it was improper, wrong.

Conflict, turmoil.

Then, he fell into pain once again.

Yula saw it.

She felt it even more clearly.

The lady whispered—

"Lucius, I hope you will stand behind me.

I can only trust you unconditionally.

Others?

I'm not reassured."

The lady handled Lucius very well.

In fact, as these words were spoken, Lucius's agony deepened.

And under such intense pain, Yula felt a slight increase in power again.

'Good! Very good!

Keep it up!'

Yula cheered inwardly while maintaining a solemn gaze outwardly. Even when she stretched out her hand to caress Lucius's cheek, her eyes revealed deep affection.

As convincing as reality.

No!

For Lucius, it was the reality.

"Okay!"

Lucius responded like that.

His answer was firm, but the pain inside deepened.

Yula was very satisfied with this.

The lady turned and walked out of the cabin.

With the arrival of the "Oriental," martial law at the Dortot Head Port docks had been lifted, and the guests from the "Orient" had already disembarked.

Yula and Lucius did not stand out.

And in the washroom?

Joe was still murmuring.

As always.

...

"The Castle of the West Berlin Family was started at the end of the Holy Era, took 10 years to reach its initial scale, but it only had one main tower acting as the sole defense facility, resembling a mill converted tower, and the rest was all made of wood, including the most important walls, all like this. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Even the so-called barracks could only accommodate 20 people.

Besides that, there were only three horses in the entire castle.

When war broke out at that time, our ancestor wept bitterly over the death of one horse."

Standing in the glittering Castle, the Marquess of West Berlin narrated the glorious past of his ancestors to Arthur.

After more than two hundred years of development, the West Berlin Family was no longer in its sorry state; not only had the entire Castle become luxurious and sturdy, but the secret techniques within made the entire Castle warm and bright. The 12-meter-high walls were patrolled by a swarm of guards, seriously inspecting the perimeter, and the cannons facing outward made Peeping Toms quiver in fear.

"Come, let me show you the Core of the Castle."

The Marquess of West Berlin said with a showy generosity.

Just like a true host welcoming his most honored guest.

However, both knew that this was just a part of their cooperation—

For only in the most core part of the Castle could they find enough secrecy.

"Jacqueline, you go supervise the dinner.

Catherine, have the orchestra start playing South Los's music."

The Marquess of West Berlin instructed his two daughters.

Then, he did not forget to explain to Arthur.

"My eldest daughter, due to her fiancé's Death, is temporarily unable to meet guests, while my second daughter has temporarily moved out of the Castle, because of her fiancé's reason."

The lord of West Berlin said, continuing to walk forward.

Jacqueline and Catherine gave Arthur a slight curtsy before turning to leave.

The twins behaved as usual, without A Tiny Bit of oddity.

Just like the Marquess himself.

Arthur, on the other hand, was appreciating the performance of this family.

How should I put it?

To call them Oscar-winning actors would be an understatement for this family.

Following behind the Marquess of West Berlin, Arthur proceeded straight to the deepest part of the Castle.

A tower hidden right in the middle of the Castle.

Looking at the mill-like tower, Arthur subconsciously thought of the West Berlin Family's initial Castle, and the Marquess beside him nodded in agreement.

"Yes, this is the original Castle.

The current Castle has been expanded around it as its Core.

And this?

It has become indestructible after generations of my ancestors' renovations!"

The Marquess of West Berlin said with pride.

Then, the lord of West Berlin headed straight into the interior.

[Death Intuition] did not flicker.

Arthur continued to sense carefully, confirming there was no danger before entering.

The space inside the tower was smaller than imagined, and the arrangement was simple.

Bed, chairs, desk, and bookshelves.

When Arthur's gaze swept over the bookshelf filled with books, it lingered momentarily before he looked at the Marquess sitting relaxed in the chair.

"People need to rest.

Only with rest can one be wiser.

Thanks to the gifts of our ancestors."

The lord of West Berlin said with a smile, and directly lifted his foot, ready to take off his shoes—this was a completely subconscious action, a habit the Marquis had developed after resting thousands of times.

So, when his palm touched the shoe, the Marquis finally realised he was not alone.

"Ahem, my apologies, that was rude of me."

The Marquis candidly admitted his mistake and immediately changed the subject—

"Now, can you tell me the whereabouts of that person?"