They all call me Great Master-Chapter 635 - 632: Target!

It's not the same!

It's not the same!

The High Priest's plan was not like this!

Toran's figure wavered, as he watched one member and believer of the church after another disappear, forcing himself not to show any unusual expression.

Toran knew well that if his expression were off, he would hardly escape the fate of death.

As a 'God of the Inland River's' believer, he was not afraid of death.

He only feared dying without worth.

He had to go back and report everything that happened here to the High Priest.

He didn't know why the carefully arranged thirteen ships were swallowed by the river, nor did he understand why that South Los 'Spirit Medium' seemed to have prophesied and arranged so many people in advance.

But he knew the High Priest certainly would.

The 'God of the Inland River's' priest quietly walked toward a small food stand on the side.

There, small vendors eager to earn a bit extra during the bustle had set up shop.

And that was his best disguise.

"Give me a glass of orange juice,"

Toran called out to the vendor from afar.

"Right away, sir!"

The busy vendor called out instinctively,

knowing well that Thirsty people weren't just Toran.

By the time Toran walked over, a wooden cup held half a glass of orange juice.

"Two Zeroes!

One Zero for the cup deposit!"

The small vendor said while handing over the orange juice.

"What?"

Toran was startled.

He remembered that orange juice at Shire District's snack stands was only one Zero, right?

And this deposit!

Why had it become so expensive?

Toran's hesitation immediately brought about the displeasure of the food stand owner.

"Do you want it or not? If not, put it down!"

The food stand owner shouted.

Such a shout naturally drew the attention of people nearby; when a young boy's gaze swept over, Toran did not hesitate to drop one Zero and two Zeroes and walked to the side.

Toran didn't want to create unnecessary complications.

But still, he frowned at the half glass of orange juice.

When he took a sip, he couldn't help but curse silently.

Because—

The orange juice was watered down!

'Swindler!

Damned swindler!

Just as the High Priest said, South Los was a city with no bottom line, filled with deceit and greed, and it indeed deserved to be purified!'

Thinking so, the resolve of this 'God of the Inland River's' priest grew even firmer.

Upon noticing no one was following him, his steps quickened instantly.

In fact, no one noticed this priest.

But although people did not notice, it doesn't mean dogs didn't.

A cream-colored Labrador, with a cute smile, followed him at a leisurely pace.

Meanwhile, on the 'Oriental', in a separate cabin above the Inland River, Arthur was 'watching' the small cabin inside, where terror, deceit, and hatred intermingled, and 'watching' the covert battle and bloodshed on the dock unfold simultaneously, making Arthur almost feel like applauding.

Both for that Yula's acting skills and for these 'God of the Inland River's' followers.

'Splendid!

Truly splendid!'

Especially the latter, Arthur could hardly resist praising.

He never imagined that someone would eliminate him in such an "open and aboveboard" manner, which was just… ridiculously stupid.

So, was it likely that some confused folks were trying to please the higher-ups with such an act?

There had just been over 30 people at the dock, each one deeply brainwashed, and this was probably just a small, easily overlooked part of it.

The big shot probably wouldn't notice.

Only then could they surprise that big shot when the task was completed and gain even greater rewards.

And the big shots capable of supporting such a large cult were not scarce in South County.

At least every major noble family could easily do it.

In fact, only the wealth of those nobles could possibly support such a large congregation, and only their identity and military power could keep those in control of such large congregations submissive, while also using "supernatural power" to bewitch the common people, distorting their beliefs.

Of course, the most important thing was that only insiders could develop such a cult.

Not an insider?

They would have been branded as remnants of The Holy Court and burned a long time ago.

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During the Silver Age, the pursuit of remnants of The Holy Court by the nobles never stopped.

Even now, in the Pioneer Era, any form of cult had no place to survive in South County—unless it was "permitted".

And although there were many major nobles in South County, only one had a direct "interest relationship" with him…

Inner Bay, the Golden Lion Family!

And the "closely related" person was just one: the eldest son of the Old Lion—Gleisa Hamlet!

'Cousin, are you so eager already?

Then I have even more reason to inherit the Golden Lion Family.

Because, a small-minded and underhanded person like you really tarnishes the honor of the Golden Lion Family!'

Arthur thought quietly to himself.

He was looking forward even more to the rewards to come.

Yes, rewards!

Whether it was Joe, Yula, and Lucius locked in the ship's cabin, or the "God of the Inland River".

Arthur was doing it all for XP.

But at that moment, Arthur felt he could get even more!

He could at least accelerate the slowing growth speed of his XP once again!

After all, the shipwrecks and the name of the master of the "God of the Inland River" had just been witnessed by everyone; he could regain his previous daily growth rate while gaining a large amount of XP—as time passed and the real end of the Cold Winter Festival neared, the novelty of the South Los citizens waned, and Arthur's daily XP increase had quickly dropped back to 100 XP over the past week.

Although 100 XP wasn't little for Arthur, after experiencing the thrill of gaining 5 or 600 XP daily, this 100 XP obviously could no longer satisfy Arthur.

Arthur glanced at his current XP—

3800!

Apart from the original 1600 points, the remaining 2200 points had all been added in the last week.

And the rate had started at 600 points and gradually dropped to 500, 400, and so on.

Today, it had been 100 points for two consecutive days.

And, quite obviously, if he didn't stir up a bit of turmoil today, even 100 points would be hard to maintain.

Fortunately, someone was cooperating with Arthur.

At that moment, Arthur started looking forward to tomorrow's South Los newspaper.

Of course, he wouldn't let the three people in the cabin go either.

Even a mosquito is meat after all!

Worried about the events on the ship being discovered?

As a qualified "Spirit Medium", Arthur had arranged for the first passengers of the "Oriental" to include journalists, hadn't he?

Of course, the tickets had been obtained through a "lottery", all above board and able to withstand scrutiny.

Now, he was just waiting for Marinda's investigation report.

About this, Arthur was not worried.

He had absolute faith in Marinda's abilities.

In fact, it was true.

About an hour later, Marinda handed a stack of files to Fujin, who was preening his feathers.

With Fujin's vision, Arthur clearly looked over those files.

Suddenly, surprise appeared in Arthur's eyes—

'It turned out to be like this!'