They all call me Great Master-Chapter 741 - 738: Descent of the Gods VIII
Yekaterina had never imagined that someone's smile could be so radiant.
This lady looked at Arthur's radiant smile, her eyes full of confusion.
Shouldn't she be worried?
Shouldn't she feel anxious?
Why was he so full of confidence?
"The 'Red Knights' have many members, including numerous individuals wanted in various places, especially the leader who became an Entrant ten years ago.
My father chased him twice.
Both times, he escaped."
Yekaterina reminded Arthur.
"Hmm."
Arthur nodded again.
His radiant smile remained unchanged, but as he turned around, his voice rose again—
"There will be no more 'Red Knights' after this."
His figure gradually receded.
Yekaterina stood in her original position.
This lady seemed to see the Southern Lost Spirit Medium from the previous night once again.
At that moment, this lady swallowed back more words, merely raising her arm to wave goodbye until that figure disappeared into the cabin. Only then did she turn to the Guard Commander beside her to ask.
"Gergis, do you think Lord Kledos can safely reach Inner Bay?"
Though it was phrased as a question to another, the words were filled with self-inquiry.
Gergis distinctly sensed his mistress's real emotions.
Immediately, the Guard Commander of the West Berlin Family said directly—
"Yes."
The crisp answer made Yekaterina turn back in astonishment.
"Why?"
Gergis: ....
How would I know why?
Lady, aren't I just agreeing with you?
But facing his mistress's questioning gaze, the Guard Commander of the Marquis had no choice but to stiffen his resolve and say.
"Because, he is Arthur Kledos!"
A statement lacking real substance, yet it brightened Yekaterina's eyes.
"Right!
He is Arthur Kredos!
Isn't that how all Spirit Mediums are?"
Yekaterina looked at the white passenger ship, wanting to shout something loudly, but then she suddenly thought of the Lady of the Long Night.
Instantly, her heart stuttered.
That suppressed, sour feeling was very uncomfortable.
So—
"I'm looking forward to it!"
Yekaterina shouted with the loudest voice she could muster in the direction of the 'Oriental'.
Her voice startled the people of the West Berlin Family on the dock.
Her voice made the people on the 'Oriental' look around.
And after shouting, Yekaterina walked briskly toward the carriage.
She had shouted.
She felt exhilarated.
About those who were not exhilarated?
What did it matter to her?
The nearby Gergis was simply dumbfounded.
As a traditional noble servant, the Guard Commander of the Marquess of West Berlin couldn't understand the reason for what had just happened.
Was it his fault?
Impossible!
He was just complying with his young mistress's wishes!
How could that be wrong?
Impossible!
So what exactly happened?
While the Guard Commander of the Marquess of West Berlin was pondering this, one of his underlings, a spy, approached and delivered a secretive piece of intelligence—this was intelligence about Arthur Kredos and the Kledos Family, unlike any surfaced information gathered in the past, this intelligence was deeply dug up through covert channels and cost a lot of money, therefore, this time the intelligence was far more profound.
The Guard Commander of the Marquess of West Berlin did not think there was anything impolite about this investigation.
On the contrary, in the view of the Guard Commander of the West Berlin Family, they were doing this for better cooperation in the future.
However, the facial expression of the undercover subordinate seemed a bit off.
It was a look of wanting to say something yet stopping short.
With a heart filled with doubts, the Guard Commander of the Marquess of West Berlin looked at the report.
The first page contained some information about Charlie, the eldest of the Kledos Family.
After reading the text, the face of the Marquess of West Berlin turned green.
"How could this be?
Not only does he have twenty-six mistresses, but among them are noble ladies?!
Moreover, did a lady actually attempt suicide over him?
He would rather grab a dagger with his bare hands, slashing his palm, in order to prevent that lady from fighting over the dagger, and then he plunged it into his own abdomen...
Me?!
This?!
Where did this Casanova come from?!"
The extremely traditional Gergis's entire face seemed distorted.
To the Guard Commander, the incidents recorded seemed impossible.
Things like severing one's own legs to climb through a window.
Or taking a sword for a lover and yet smiling to keep the lover from crying.
Or giving one's all to a lover, preferring to beg rather than see the lover suffer.
This was beyond the Guard Commander's imagination.
But the Guard Commander did not think it was false.
Firstly, their channels could not possibly produce fake reports.
Secondly...
Sincerity!
Even if the information was transcribed, the Guard Commander saw sincerity in it!
It was at this moment that the Guard Commander thought of his own lady's face, and alarm bells started to ring wildly in his mind.
Now! Immediately! Without delay!
He must inform the Marquess!
Otherwise, the legacy of the West Berlin Family would be endangered!
The Guard Commander immediately chased after Yekaterina's carriage, while covertly speaking through a communication crystal.
This scene was witnessed by many people.
The stalkers, already harboring suspicions, immediately speculated even more.
They swiftly relayed the scene back.
Afterward, they watched as the 'Oriental' gradually moved away, their eyes hiding a ferocious glare.
Meanwhile, in the 'Oriental's' top cabin, Arthur picked up a cup of orange tea doubled with honey, and after sipping it, he added two more teaspoons of sugar.
Upon tasting its sweetness, he nodded in satisfaction.
'After a thorough investigation by the Marquess of West Berlin, it's likely that he will discover Grandfather's great achievements, eh?
Tsk, maybe he already knows but pretends not to.'
Arthur was very aware of certain traits in people's hearts.
People always like to be ostriches.
Pretend not to know, and it hasn't happened.
"Humans, truly complicated," Arthur said as he picked up Pendragon, who had just wandered back from the kitchen with sauce smeared around his mouth. While wiping the kitty, he spoke,
"You can never be like a little kitty, even getting caught when sneaking a treat."
Pan: ?
For some reason, Pendragon felt that Arthur was mocking himself.
Yet upon further thought, it didn't seem so.
Before Pendragon could figure it out, Arthur continued—
"Pan, you must remember!
Sincerity + Wealth, looks, capabilities, or even potential can be deadly.
But if it's only sincerity...
Then it's a certain loss!"
Pendragon became even more confused.
The little kitty couldn't understand such complex matters.
And Arthur did not explain further.
Because the communication stone placed beside the table flickered.
Arthur's lips curled, and he connected the communication stone, and a deep voice came through—
"It's done, boss!"
