They all call me Great Master-Chapter 488 - 485: The Knife That Doesn’t Draw Blood, Is the Cruelest!

After the banquet, Brule returned to his room early.

Agitated, he waved away the maid he had once dearly loved, and the second businessman of South Los began pacing around the room.

But the more he paced, the more agitated Brule became and...

Fear!

Yes, fear!

After discovering that he had become the "Year Pig," the second businessman of South Los panicked.

Especially when he thought of the bloody methods of the "Lady of the Eternal Night," his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

It was only at this moment that Brule realized how foolish he had been before.

He had almost lost his life because of his greed!

Once his mind started to understand, the second businessman of South Los made a decision.

He was going to confront someone.

Of course, not the "Lady of the Eternal Night."

She was too ruthless and bloody.

The second businessman of South Los chose Arthur as the person to confront.

Compared to the ruthless and bloody "Lady of the Eternal Night," the gentle South Los "Spirit Medium" seemed easier to deal with—at least in Brule's eyes.

So, the second businessman of South Los had been waiting.

Waiting for the opportunity to meet with Arthur alone.

And now, the opportunity had come.

The "Lady of the Eternal Night" had gone to the kitchen.

Apparently, she was hungry.

Do "Pregnant Women" really get hungry that easily?

The news of the "Lady of the Eternal Night" being pregnant had already spread unknowingly.

Although it was still a private circulation, those who needed to know had already known.

And those who shouldn't know?

They would never know.

Because of this, Brule chose to confront Arthur.

The second businessman of South Los believed that Arthur had enough influence in front of the "Lady of the Eternal Night."

After knocking, the second businessman of South Los anxiously waited.

"Please come in."

The voice of the South Los "Spirit Medium" rang out.

Soon after, the door was opened.

And the moment the door opened, the second businessman of South Los saw Ms. Anna opening the door and couldn't help but scream out loud—

"Aaaaah!"

Such a scream naturally drew onlookers.

Observers of the title inheritance ceremony were awakened and walked out of their rooms.

The manor's servants and guards were immediately on the scene.

Edwin, acting as the coachman, rushed over with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other.

When he saw Ms. Anna, Edwin narrowed his eyes and gave Brule a disdainful look.

Among all the people, only Fengter was the most direct—

"As a guest of the host, you don't recognize Ms. Anna? That's really rude."

With Fengter's remark, the doubtful looks of the people around immediately changed.

They all looked at Brule with contempt.

Regardless of whether they were scared by Ms. Anna just now, at this moment, they definitely needed to appear calm. And how to show calm?

Naturally, by giving Brule disdainful looks.

Fengter did not join them, the young heir moved next to Ms. Anna.

"Good morning, Ms. Anna."

Although the day had not completely dawned, greeting her with a good morning was not out of place.

Then, the young heir was ready to tentatively ask Ms. Anna's opinion about the other puppets—as he usually did.

But today was different—

"Good morning, Fengter."

The gentle female voice made the young heir freeze.

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The young heir stared blankly at Ms. Anna.

Then, ecstasy.

The feeling of joy was almost tangible.

Ms. Anna felt offended, and a faint displeasure appeared on the puppet's face.

At that moment, Arthur's voice came from behind.

"Anna, pour two cups of clear tea for Mr. Brule and me."

"And bring me some sweet snacks too," Arthur instructed.

"Yes, Arthur."

Ms. Anna headed straight to the kitchen, as the people around parted way for her as if avoiding a venomous snake.

The previously hidden unease resurfaced at this moment, now accompanied by an undeniable sense of fear.

Fengter was different though.

The heir of the Doyle family was shaking with excitement by now.

He then chased after Ms. Anna.

"Wait for me, Ms. Anna!"

Hearing such a call, Ms. Anna's pace involuntarily quickened.

And the looks Fengter received from those around him became quite strange.

It was a bizarre mix of admiration.

In any case, it was complicated.

Arthur was much more straightforward—

"Pervert, huh!

Fengter, you're a pervert, aren't you!"

The young "spirit medium" muttered in his heart as he looked towards Brule.

Now, Brule looked stiff-faced and upset.

Why did he have to scream?

How could he forget about the "Puppet" from the South Los spirit medium?

"Damn it!

Damn it!

You stupid pig!" Brule cursed himself.

If possible, the second merchant of South Los wished he could slap himself.

Because—

This second merchant of South Los had just severed his own, possibly sole, escape route.

The reason he had confronted Arthur was that he thought Arthur appeared more amiable and would not take immediate action like Marinda would.

This gave the second merchant of South Los time.

Time to swear allegiance to Inner Bay.

It wasn't he who sought out Inner Bay, but someone from Inner Bay who contacted him.

To achieve the former, Brule knew he wasn't qualified.

So when the latter happened, Brule meticulously seized it.

He seized it.

Not seized it.

Because of greed.

Brule wanted more.

But now, all that was gone.

Brule knew, once his midnight visit to the South Los spirit medium was exposed, the envoy from Inner Bay would immediately abandon him.

And such exposure...

Was inevitable!

The scoundrels present would definitely spread the news.

Especially those who had come to Caesar Manor with him, those who were utterly respectful, they were surely the most enthusiastic about spreading it.

These rascals coveted his position.

Just as he had once coveted the Bernice family, Coste Commerce, and Emmond Commerce.

He had waited for years, for that opportunity to pounce viciously and tear into that sweet flesh.

Was he now to become the next Bernice family, Coste Commerce, or Emmond Commerce?

No!

Never!

My life cannot end like this!

With this thought, the second merchant of South Los collapsed to the floor, shouting.

"Lord Kledos, someone from Inner Bay has contacted me, intending to harm Miss Caesar!"

Arthur, sitting there playing with Pendragon, didn't even look up but casually asked—

"What else?"