They all call me Great Master-Chapter 464 - 461 Good People Encounter Such Things!

A series of titles left Doctor Lindster somewhat baffled.

After a good two or three seconds, this doctor finally nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, it is indeed this lord," he said.

Then, the doctor paused for another four or five seconds before asking very hesitantly,

"Is he, trustworthy?"

"This lord foretold your death?"

Eli looked tense.

"No!

When I was working as a ring doctor, I had the chance to interact with this lord, and when I witnessed his magic, I instinctively asked him if it was possible to resurrect the dead, and then…"

At this point, a bitter smile appeared on the doctor’s face.

Eli saw this bitter smile.

This stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker forcefully suppressed his curiosity.

Concerning Mrs. Lindster, this stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker of course understood that as an outsider he should not inquire further, but curiosity made him scratch his head and ears.

Luckily, the doctor did not play cat and mouse.

"This lord openly stated that the dead could be resurrected!

But he advised me against trying to resurrect the dead!

Because…

I don’t know, who exactly I would bring back!"

At this, the doctor’s face was full of conflict and trepidation, while his eyes were firmly fixed on Eli.

This stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker immediately understood the previous words of Doctor Lindster.

The doctor was not content.

Indeed.

The deceased was his most beloved, how could he possibly be content?

If it were him, he would not be content either.

But—

"In all of South Los, if anyone could truly resurrect the dead, then ’Spirit Medium’ Lord Arthur Kredos is the only answer.

He is an expert.

Or rather…

a true Master."

There was no direct dissuasion, but Eli’s unstated meaning was already quite clear.

Listen to Arthur, Arthur is right.

"Is that so?"

Doctor Lindster said, his expression full of desolation.

"Yes, Doctor Lindster, you’ve only briefly experienced our circle, so you don’t understand the implications of that Master’s words, but I can swear, following this Master is not amiss," Eli said.

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Eli was dying to bring out his boss ’Bandage Swordsman’ to testify personally.

But upon remembering his boss ’Bandage Swordsman’s’ longsword, this stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker calmed down.

However, he was still patiently advising.

This time, Doctor Lindster nodded.

No words were exchanged, but Eli could see that the doctor didn’t want to give up.

Immediately, this stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker scratched his head.

And after seeing the doctor out, watching his solitary figure disappear around the street corner, this stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker decided he would consult with his boss right away,

Return to the room.

The ’Bandage Swordsman’ had already left the wardrobe and was sitting where Eli had been sitting, and this stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker didn’t mind.

After all, they both had already been following the ’Bandage Swordsman’ for a while now,

otherwise, he wouldn’t call him boss.

"Boss, just now Doctor Lindster…"

Eli tentatively inquired of the ’Bandage Swordsman.’

"I can’t help him.

Apart from that guy, no one in South Los can help him.

Also, even if that guy…

Hmph!"

The ’Bandage Swordsman’ said and then snorted coldly.

His tone was full of a certain dissatisfaction and derision.

Eli of course knew that ’that guy’ meant ’Spirit Medium.’

As for the dissatisfaction and derision?

Although Eli couldn’t be sure, he could roughly guess it was because his ’sleep’ was disturbed.

"Boss, can you really not verify who was brought back from the Land of Eternal Sleep?"

This stalker and part-time intelligence trafficker earnestly asked.

"I don’t know!

I was in a dazed state when I was brought out.

It wasn’t until my feet touched the soil here that I completely woke up.

The whole process, I knew nothing," said the ’Bandage Swordsman.’

"If that’s the case, then it’s troublesome,"

Eli murmured.

"Are you worried about that doctor?"

the ’Bandage Swordsman’ asked.

"Yes, Doctor Lindster is a good man, and good people shouldn’t have such an ordeal."

Eli nodded firmly as he spoke.

However, the ’Bandage Swordsman’ shook his head.

"Only good people encounter such things.

Because...

they are good people."

As the ’Bandage Swordsman’ spoke, his gaze turned to Walsh lying in the bed. Although the ’Pale Hand’ member’s eyes were tightly closed, his eyeballs moved, stirring his eyelids.

He was clearly awake but was pretending to be asleep.

The physical condition of ’Mystic Side Persons’ far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Injuries that would require ordinary people to rest in bed for several days, ’Mystic Side Persons’ could recover in just one night with effective treatment.

"Why are you pretending to be asleep?

We are your lifesavers, after all!"

Eli expressed his dissatisfaction upon realizing this.

Walsh immediately opened his eyes, his face showing some embarrassment, but it quickly turned cold.

Especially his eyes, which were full of scrutiny.

On seeing the cloaked ’Bandage Swordsman,’ the scrutiny in his eyes grew more curious.

Clearly, this ’Pale Hand’ member sensed something extraordinary about the ’Bandage Swordsman.’

Walsh’s attitude only increased Eli’s dissatisfaction.

Just as this stalker and part-time Intelligence Trafficker was about to roll up his sleeves and teach him a lesson, a bone appeared in Walsh’s palm.

As white as jade.

Exceptionally sharp.

Seeing this, Eli immediately stopped in his tracks, frowning intensely.

"’Pale Hand’?"

Eli asked, but his tone was already certain.

Instantly, his eyes became wary.

Organizations like ’Death Poetry Society’ and ’Pale Hand’ are extremely unwelcome in the eyes of ’Mystic Side Persons,’ because you never know when they might strike at you.

As for the debt of saving a life?

Sorry.

Gratitude is there.

But more often, it’s ingratitude.

Therefore, for safety, keeping a distance is usually the best choice.

Eli turned his gaze to his boss.

The ’Bandage Swordsman’ did not object—

"I saved you only because you too had experienced betrayal.

I have no other thoughts, nor do I seek anything from you.

So...

Please leave."

After the ’Bandage Swordsman’ finished speaking, Eli had already opened the door early.

Walsh sat up from the bed, glanced at the ’Bandage Swordsman,’ then at Eli, and bit his teeth as he got up and walked out.

It sounded good to say.

But who knows what it would really be?

Thinking this, Walsh’s steps became firmer.

Bang!

Just as he stepped out, the door behind him closed heavily.

Whew!

Just then, a gust of night wind blew by. The chill and damp wind of winter in South Los made Walsh, who still had injuries on his chest, shiver, causing his wound to pull and immediately stain the white bandage red.

The pain made the corners of Walsh’s mouth twitch.

At that moment, the door that had closed behind him opened again.

It was Eli.

This stalker and part-time Intelligence Trafficker threw a coat at Walsh—

"Don’t take it the wrong way!

Your dying near here would bring us trouble.

So, keep your distance!"

With that, Eli closed the door once more.

Walsh silently put on the coat.

He did not refuse.

Because he truly needed it.

He needed to survive.

He needed to...

Seek vengeance!

’Glast!’

Walsh gritted his teeth.

The more he had once admired Glast as a member of the ’Pale Hand,’ the more he now despised him.

However, Walsh was not completely consumed by hatred.

He knew he needed to heal his wounds first, then seek revenge.

With this in mind, Walsh quickened his pace.

But just as he was leaving the narrow street, a voice rang in his ear—

"Hey, young man, do you want Glast to die a terrible death?"