They all call me Great Master-Chapter 226 - 223 Shout!

Amiel always considered Freeman to be a ’temporary subordinate’.

With such a position, there was naturally no question of trust between Amiel and Freeman.

However, what took this lady of Talin origin by surprise was that Freeman, this ’Blood Descendant’, could actually be this shameless.

"Bastard, ’Blood Descendant’!"

The lady cursed angrily, but she couldn’t afford to look back.

Because the people blocking the way had already appeared before her.

She could clearly see these people—

Not only was each of them cloaked, but the exposed skin was also wrapped in bandages, and even so, their rotting hands and feet could not be concealed.

"Leprosy!"

Amiel’s eyes were filled with horror, and as soon as she cried out, she instinctively covered her mouth and nose.

The next moment, she even took out a potion and poured it into her mouth.

When the cool relief spread through her chest, the lady of Talin origin breathed a sigh of relief, but a tide of endless questions began to rise in her heart.

Where did all these lepers come from?

Unlike the ’Darkness’ that had already vanished, leprosy had always been present in South County.

Outbreaks were heard every few years.

For ’uniform treatment’, these leprosy patients were concentrated in special villages, cut off from the outside world—twenty years ago, the lands of Baron Norvia had been overwhelmed by leprosy because the disease was not handled properly, so much so that the region has yet to recover its vitality.

However, in South Los, due to the governance of the South Los Family, there may be occasional lepers, but never in such large numbers!

This meant...

’Death Poetry Society’!

Almost instantly, Amiel thought of that detestable organization.

And as the name of the organization emerged, the lady of Talin origin became completely lucid; she paid no attention to the swarm of lepers before her, knowing that they were merely a decoy. The real orchestrators were surely hidden nearby.

The most likely place was the dense forest on either side of the shaded path.

But just by herself...

Regarding her combat skills, the lady of Talin origin had no confidence.

And just then—

"I’ve come to back you up, Amiel!"

Freeman rushed back, spouting nonsense with an earnest face.

And behind him, a group of lepers were also charging over.

"If there weren’t more than 20 lepers chasing you, I might have believed you,"

the lady of Talin origin scoffed, but still threw a potion to Freeman.

Without any embarrassment, Freeman tilted his head back and drank the potion.

Even though they hadn’t been together for two days, Freeman was very clear about this woman’s abilities; she might be mediocre in combat but was unparalleled in potion-making.

Therefore, as soon as Freeman realized he would be fighting lepers, he immediately rushed back.

’Blood Descendants’ are not members of the Bloodline Clan.

They are still prone to fear in face of leprosy.

"Into the woods!" Amiel shouted lowly.

The way forward and aft was blocked, and there were surely ambushes in the woods.

But they could buy time, allowing her the opportunity to deploy her secret weapon!

The thought of using her secret weapon made the lady’s expression fluctuate.

But soon, she became resolute!

After all, using her secret weapon would bring her major trouble, but without it, she would die right now!

As a human, she knew which option to choose.

Freeman, as if he hadn’t heard, let out a thunderous battle cry—

"Fight to the death, retreat not!"

The voice was like thunder, his expression utterly serious.

The lepers caught between the front and rear were taken aback.

Then...

This ’Blood Descendant’ grabbed Amiel in one swift move, tucked her under his arm, and turned to rush into the woods beside the shaded path.

Amiel covered her face.

The lady felt humiliated.

Even though she knew it was Freeman’s tactic, it still felt humiliating.

She harbored the thought that it was better to die than to suffer such indignity.

Of course, Amiel definitely wouldn’t want to truly die.

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One potion after another was taken out by her and thrown at the lepers following them.

Pop! Pop!

Amid the sound of shattering glass, one leper after another fell.

But more lepers surged out from the woods.

Within just a few breaths, Amiel and Freeman found themselves trailed by a dense crowd of over a hundred people.

The only saving grace was that the leprosy patients were slow and the forest provided cover; otherwise, the two men would have been completely surrounded long ago.

But to continue this way meant being surrounded was just a matter of time.

For the number of leprosy patients was growing.

"We need to find a way out, fast!"

Even as Freeman shouted this, his mind was pondering the possibility of using Amiel as a bargaining chip to persuade the puppeteer behind this to spare his life.

"Are you thinking about how to use me as a bargaining chip for your escape?"

Amiel seemed to have guessed Freeman’s thoughts and asked with a sneer.

"Impossible, we are comrades in arms!"

Freeman shook his head.

"Ha, Freeman, please use that rigid brain of yours to think why we’re running into these guys!"

Amiel followed up with another sneer.

’Are they hired by the Old Lion of Inner Bay?

Is this retaliation for identifying that deeply hidden spy?’

With Amiel’s guidance, Freeman almost instinctively thought so.

While Freeman was deep in thought, Amiel suddenly did a somersault.

In an instant, their positions were swapped.

It was originally Freeman carrying Amiel away, but now it turned into Amiel carrying Freeman along, and more importantly, Amiel now had a Dagger in his hand which he plunged into Freeman’s buttocks—

Pff!

"What are you doing?"

"Borrowing your Blood for a moment!"

As Amiel said this, he pulled out the Dagger.

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The next moment, Fresh Blood sprayed out forcefully.

The instant the Blood came into contact with the air, a Blaze rose fiercely.

With the fire mixed with the hue of blood, it fell upon the leprosy patients like a tracker, some leprosy patients attempted to dodge behind trees, causing the fire to land on tree trunks, but these flames flowed over the trunks like water and once again landed on the troublemaking patients.

’Potions!’

The carried Freeman understood as he saw this scene, recalling the Potions Amiel had thrown earlier.

The ’Blood Descendant’ was just wondering why the Potions that Amiel had thrown earlier had such little effect.

Turns out it was for this moment!

But still...

"Why use my Blood?!"

Freeman shouted aloud.

"Because ’Bloodfire’ works best with the Blood of ’Blood Descendants’ or the ’Bloodline Clan’ — after all, this secret technique originally belonged to the ’Bloodline Clan,’ why would you, born of Talin, be able to use it?"

A voice answered Freeman.

But Freeman would have preferred no answer at all.

Because this voice, so deathly still and cold, was all too familiar to him — he had heard such a voice on Moon Street before.

The ’Blood Descendant’ struggled to lift his head, looking toward the source of the voice.

Not far away, a pallid clearing took the place of the dark woods.

A figure stood there, gazing expressionlessly at Amiel.

When he saw the ’Blood Descendant’ look up, the member of the Death Poetry Society gave a slight nod.

"Good, killing you too and framing it on the one who created you, the ’Blood Descendant’ — that scene should be quite interesting, right?"

"Ha, do you think you can cause trouble for my ’father’?"

Freeman sneered, twisting his waist insistently, signaling Amiel to aim his backside at the bastard; he was about to give the opponent a big surprise.

But the lady from Talin didn’t move.

Because setting up Bloodfire took time!

Clearly, the ’Death Poetry Society’ member was aware of this and immediately scoffed—

"’Father’?"

"Such a touching call!"

"Now, I’m going to break your limbs, torture you brutally. Where is your ’father’?"

"Then, I will gouge out your heart, chop off your head. Where is your ’father’ again?"

"He can’t save you!"

Facing the Death Poetry Society member’s assertion, Freeman’s expression was stiff.

Of course, the ’Blood Descendant’ knew the other was speaking the truth.

But...

After finally gaining power, to die so helplessly, he truly couldn’t reconcile with it!

As he thought of this, the memory of the ’Blood Descendant’ on Moon Street making him wholeheartedly respectful surfaced uncontrollably in Freeman’s mind, and without being able to hold back, the ’Blood Descendant’ screamed—

"’Father,’ save me!"

The next moment, a fierce wind suddenly arose!