They all call me Great Master-Chapter 233 - 230: The 6th One!
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The huge explosion woke Haite, who was already a light sleeper.
Since the evening, the owner of ’Haite Furniture Store’ had felt uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.
And at this moment, upon hearing the enormous explosion, Haite’s complexion changed drastically as he rolled over and sat up.
Because—
The direction from which the explosion came was Elta Square!
’The Bell Tower is in trouble!’
Without bothering to take a closer look, as soon as this thought crossed his mind, the ’Haite Furniture Store’ owner crawled towards the secret passage under his bed.
Relying on his exquisite carpentry skills, this furniture store owner had crafted for himself an emergency escape chute-like passage.
This passage led to a secret room ten meters underground.
Once he entered the secret room, the furniture store owner began to count silently.
"180, 179, 178..."
That was what the great person had told him.
If he didn’t want to lose part of his memory, he absolutely had to stay in this secret room ten meters underground and silently count to 180.
Then, take action afterwards.
Counting silently and evenly to 180, the furniture store owner still didn’t let his guard down and counted another 20 before climbing up from a small door on the side of the secret room.
This led to his neighbor ’Henry’s’ house.
He was not familiar with Henry, they merely nodded to each other in passing.
However, he was very acquainted with both ’Mrs. Henry’s’ of the past, having had in-depth and shallow exchanges with them.
Compared to the first Mrs. Henry, who discovered his secret and was forced by him to be buried in the secret room, the second Mrs. Henry was younger, prettier, and more obedient.
At the very least, she wouldn’t extort him.
’Pity, no chance in the future.’
Haite, having crawled out of the secret passageway and looking at his neighbor’s one-and-a-half-story building, was filled with regrets.
He then completely sealed the passageway.
Only after doing all this, did the furniture store owner carefully observe his surroundings.
Garden Street was eerily quiet.
Not a sound to be heard.
’Such power... it’s so covetable!’
The furniture store owner thought to himself silently, his eyes filled with a fervor—he had decided to go to Inner Bay!
If he couldn’t gain such power in South Los, perhaps the greater Inner Bay would have it?
But before that, he needed to get the startup capital!
Twenty-three Golden Canes!
If turned into Gold Coins, that would be 17,250 coins!
If exchanged for gold notes, it would be even more!
That would be enough for him to change his appearance in Inner Bay and continue his pursuit of this mysterious power.
Just thinking about a more comfortable life in Inner Bay, without the need to do carpentry work from dawn to dusk, especially getting completely rid of Rum and that ’Bloodline Clan’ member’s control, Haite’s steps became fleet.
For Rum and that ’Bloodline Clan’ member, the furniture store owner didn’t have much gratitude.
The two sides were only in a cooperative relationship motivated by interests.
Even, to a certain extent, he had given more.
Moreover, Haite harbored resentment towards those ’Bloodline Clan’ members—knowing they had such power, why did they not teach him?
He had already given so much!
’Humph!
Just wait!
Even if you don’t teach me, I will learn more powerful forces in Inner Bay, and by then... hehe.’
The furniture store owner let out series of cold laughs.
The man had already left Garden Street, bypassed Cork Street, and entered Dar Alley—although he had set up two safe houses within Garden Street, his real Safe House was in Dar Alley, purchased under another identity.
On normal days, he would even entrust the highly reputable Grandma Andor to look after it.
Upon returning, he would give her the appropriate reward.
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He walked towards his safe house, checked the door lock, and, confirming that no one had tampered with it, the furniture store owner unlocked the door and went inside.
Twenty-two of the twenty-three Golden Canes were here, all packed inside a large canvas bag.
As for the twenty-third?
It was most likely exposed!
"Damn Tate!"
The furniture store owner muttered to himself, eyes flashing with menace.
’Should I take him out when I leave tonight?’
As this thought arose, the furniture store owner could no longer hold back, even if picking up the 66-pound canvas bag aggravated his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain. He didn’t care; what he needed now was the scalding release of fresh blood to calm his mood.
Impatient, the furniture store owner began to prepare by changing clothes—this safe house contained not only the Golden Canes but also clothes, wigs, false beards, and so on.
Of course, there was also some change and medication.
Just as the furniture store owner was selecting a wig and false beard from the box by the moonlight, an invisible hand suddenly covered his mouth and nose, followed by another invisible hand holding an invisible longsword, silently slicing open his throat. Then a third invisible hand wielding a dagger stabbed continuously into his chest.
Thud, thud, thud!
Amidst the sound of metal cutting through flesh.
Haite’s eyes bulged as he lost all sound.
Afterwards, the body disappeared inside "Atos’s Box."
Atos’s Box, which had just been emptied of a body in the secret hiding place created by Harris, once again took on a burden it should not have borne.
Who would use a precious space item to store bodies!
Arthur, the one who remembered this very sentiment, didn’t care less.
After all, it was a line meant for others, not as if anyone would really believe the words of a ’Spirit Medium,’ right?
You see, a prop is just a type of tool.
And the purpose of a tool is to be convenient for the user.
’Luckily, no fresh blood got on it!’
Arthur carefully examined his Golden Cane, feeling its weight, his lips curving into a slight smile.
At the same time, he did not forget to command the "Hand of Void" to clean up the blood on the ground.
Then, the young ’Spirit Medium’ checked once more, making sure everything in the room was restored to its original state before leaving—just like the safe house chosen by Harris, hidden within the woods, Arthur believed he might also need this safe house someday.
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No one knows what the future holds, and it’s never wrong to leave oneself an extra way out.
Maintaining caution, Arthur walked towards the Shire District Police Station, sticking to the shadows.
His cat, Pendragon, was still at the police station.
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Pendragon, brought back by the patrolling officer turned coachman, was shoving the ’Police Chief’ away from the cat bowl, burying his head in the kibble and crunching away.
With every bite, the ’Police Chief’ let out a tiny, anxious whimper.
When Pendragon had finished eating, the ’Police Chief’ approached the bowl, looked at the empty dish, and gave a pitiful meow towards Malz.
"It’s proper to let the guest have their way, and moreover, isn’t Pan your good friend?"
The old sheriff Malz picked up his cow-patterned cat and soothed it with his gentle voice.
Seeing the ’Police Chief’s’ tearful eyes, he immediately poured out new kibble, yet the apparently dozing Pendragon suddenly perked up his ears and stood up, once again monopolizing the bowl.
Even Malz was taken aback by this scene.
Keep in mind, this wasn’t the first bowl, this was the third.
His ’Police Chief’ usually had only one bowl per day, and now Pendragon was having three bowls in one sitting?
"This, this Orange Cat can really eat, huh?"
The old sheriff murmured to himself.
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Then, the old sheriff heard a familiar voice—
"That’s why I, as an old father, need to work harder to make money!
Otherwise, I can’t even afford to keep Pan!"
The old sheriff turned around to see his partner, and as Pendragon flaunted his kibble and glanced at his owner, he continued to eat, ignoring Arthur who once again let him take the blame.
As Pendragon chewed heartily, suddenly—
A whisker fell off.
