They all call me Great Master-Chapter 220 - 217: On Stage, You and I Perform Together!

Before the figure in the Blood Pool could speak, Harris from Rat Tail Alley continued to speak loudly—

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"I have infant and virgin blood here, even if you indulge once, their deaths would not matter, because in Rat Tail Alley, such things are ceaseless.

Similarly, from time to time, I might come across some decrepit Nobles.

Their blood will be the main dish on your dinner table!

As long as...

We cooperate!"

In one breath, Harris had laid out the terms he could offer.

He was very confident in the terms he had presented.

He knew the allure that fresh blood held for the member of the Bloodline Clan before him.

Unlike the rumored Blood Descendants, the member of the Bloodline Clan before him was clearly immersed in the pleasure of blood.

This was perfect for him!

Immediately, the new leader from Rat Tail Alley felt an extra ounce of certainty in his heart.

In fact, it was so.

Upon hearing Harris’s words, the figure in the Blood Pool opened their eyes, filled with greed amidst the crimson glow.

"Not enough!"

Harris laughed.

It was not a laugh of extreme rage.

Rather, it was the smile of someone holding a winning hand.

No rejection meant success.

Harris straightened up and said very seriously.

"We can negotiate the details!"

...

At Elta Square, carriages loaded with large barrels lined up neatly and in an orderly fashion, with Edwin directing his subordinates simply by gestures to move these barrels into the Bell Tower quickly.

At the entrance to the secret tunnel, Arthur and Marinda stood shoulder to shoulder.

Their gazes were fixed on the deep entrance, both showing surprise as they listened to the sounds emanating from within.

It wasn’t surprise at Harris’s actions.

But at the member of the Bloodline Clan.

Something was off!

The young Spirit Medium and the Lady of the Long Night exchanged a look and saw the same realization in each other’s eyes—the Lady of the Long Night made a gesture to the young Spirit Medium.

Immediately, the two stepped out of the Bell Tower and briskly yet silently made their way to the edge of Elta Square, into a corner that was out of sight.

"A trap?"

Marinda asked in a hushed voice.

The greed and recklessness shown by the member of the Bloodline Clan were far from the image she had anticipated—considering that aside from exterminating the Sank family, they hadn’t done anything too outrageous, and in a way, the Sank family’s demise had been silent.

Someone who could use ordinary people to eliminate targets and then lie in wait for over twenty years, even if greedy, would definitely not be so reckless.

What Marinda thought was also on Arthur’s mind.

The young Spirit Medium touched his chin and looked at the carriages filled with barrels on Elta Square—these barrels were filled with oil.

Upon learning that the member of the Bloodline Clan was hiding under the Bell Tower, Marinda had begun gathering this oil.

Whether it was day or night.

As everyone knows, against the Bloodline Clan, flame is the best weapon.

Then...

Would a member of the Bloodline Clan not be aware of this?

Of course, they would be!

Moreover, they’d be more aware of it than anyone else.

And more cautious about it than anyone else.

"If Elta Square is gone, the Lord Count won’t blame you, will he?"

Arthur suddenly asked.

The moment she heard Arthur’s words, Marinda realized what he was getting at, and at the same time, understood why that member of the Bloodline Clan had constructed such a ’crude’ secret tunnel—not for the lack of building more doors to insulate against the scent of blood, but to use the scent of blood to mask other scents.

For example...

Sulfur!

Or rather, explosives.

"No!"

Marinda answered with certainty.

However, Arthur noticed keenly that when Marinda spoke these words, she was gritting her teeth.

Clearly, the lady hated it immensely.

’So, blowing up Elta Square is not a problem, as long as a new square is built afterward?

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That won’t come cheap!’ he thought to himself, already chuckling softly.

"Then it’s easily done!"

To kill Harris in an explosion while preserving the whole Elta Square would indeed be extremely difficult, but if there were no need to preserve Elta Square, the task would be much simpler.

Especially if he didn’t have to pay for the reconstruction of Elta Square...

It seemed there were other things that could be done!

"Since the other party is prepared, we can’t let them be disappointed. Let’s first roll these oil drums down into the secret passage—let the other party blow up the whole Elta Square, and then... we’ll play their part!

However, since we’ll be ’performing at our own expense,’ it always feels like a loss if we don’t do something extra," said Arthur, as his gaze swept over some people on the square.

Like everyone else, these people were under Edwin’s orders.

At least, on the surface, that was the case.

In secret, they naturally had other identities.

Marinda was well aware of these people’s true identities.

She had originally intended to keep them as bait for fishing.

Now was the perfect time to use them.

But the lady felt it was somewhat insufficient, still a bit of a loss.

"What if we add a leading actor?"

The lady implied.

Arthur, guessing who Marinda was talking about, smiled.

"Will he come?"

"Most likely, as long as our act is convincing enough, and the bait is tempting!"

Marinda said, pausing for a moment.

Arthur then mouthed the name of the person who would be the bait.

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

After that, Marinda tousled her hair, Arthur unbuttoned his shirt, and after Marinda left a lipstick mark on Arthur’s neck, they returned to the bell tower.

The scouts who were secretly watching this scene curled their lips in disdain.

Dogs in heat!

So impatient already?

Then they bowed their heads and got back to work.

But just a few minutes later, the appearance of Edwin rushing over caught their attention—upon seeing that the coachman whispered something, Marinda’s face changed, and then her eyes lit up with indescribable joy, but after glancing at the secret passage next to her, her expression became conflicted.

Subsequently, most people began to head back to No. 6 Swan District.

Only seven or eight people were left behind to move the oil drums.

Most of them didn’t know what had transpired and could only follow orders.

But the seven or eight who remained knew!

They clearly ’saw’ what the coachman Edwin had said.

A Hercules Laboratory had been discovered!

The seven or eight left behind looked bewildered on the surface but were inwardly frantic—after all, it was ’Hercules Laboratory’!

A place that could excite anyone, ’Hercules Laboratory’!

Marinda’s hesitant behavior at this moment had already convinced them of the accuracy of the news.

Indeed, this woman would not have shown such an expression if it weren’t for ’Hercules Laboratory’!

Such news naturally needed to be communicated.

Every scout was looking for an opportunity!

And soon, the opportunity arrived!