They all call me Great Master-Chapter 747 - 744: Red Knights III
Never trust those who seek wealth through bloody and shady means.
Their words are half lies.
Especially when they relinquish their wealth, they will hide the most crucial parts.
Indeed, that was the case!
Facing the crimson eyes of the 'Blood Descendant,' Hazlitt's heart quivered—
"Right!
I've also built two safe houses in Inner Bay and South Los, each stocked with enough medicine and supplies."
When Hazlitt said this, his words halted.
Then, silence ensued.
As if he had finished speaking.
And Arthur, controlling the 'Blood Descendant,' spoke again.
"Continue!"
"Apart from the original safe houses in Inner Bay and South Los, I've also constructed additional ones, storing not only medicine and supplies but also some Mystic Side scrolls and props."
Upon saying this, Hazlitt looked up at the 'Blood Descendant,' his eyes full of pleading.
Unfortunately, the 'Blood Descendant' paid no heed, his words as cold as ever.
"Continue."
Hearing such a command, Hazlitt genuinely wanted to say that was all, that was everything he had.
But thinking of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium's attention towards him, this River Pirate dared not.
In the end, the River Pirate spoke as if he had lost a father, his words steeped in dejection.
"I've also built a third safe house in Inner Bay and South Los, which each contain 10,000 Gold Coins."
The insistence to 'continue' happened time and again.
Old Maha and Sadi, looking at Hazlitt, had surprise in their eyes.
Neither of them had guessed that Hazlitt had hidden away so much.
They knew about the real estate.
The fleet, too, they had some knowledge of.
But the subsequent safe houses, those they truly had no idea about.
Especially the fact that the third safe houses in Inner Bay and South Los each housed 10,000 Gold Coins, which was beyond their wildest expectations.
'Damn it, how much did he embezzle!' Old Maha and Sadi cursed in their hearts.
River Pirates, like Sea Pirates, were entitled to their regular salary and shares from each haul.
Depending on their role and merits, the loot from each raid was to be converted to gold and distributed among them.
Both Old Maha and Sadi were certain that what Hazlitt had received could not afford the purchase of those properties and then the assembly of a fleet.
Let alone six safe houses.
Especially Old Maha, who was convinced that, aside from him as the part-time black-market Liaison, Hazlitt must also have had a full-time fence.
Who could it be?
The two speculated.
Meanwhile, Sean and Bonte, who had been observing quietly since the beginning, were immensely impressed.
Not with the 'Blood Descendant.'
But with their boss: Arthur Kredos.
It was obvious that throughout, the 'Blood Knight' had been under the control of their young boss. Hence, they had been able to appear just at the right moment and invited the 'Blood Descendant' appropriately, capturing him without a struggle.
No!
Not capturing.
Rather, controlling him!
Seeing Hazlitt's pleading manner, they couldn't help but think of a donkey that had labored in the mill for a lifetime, receiving nothing, only to be slaughtered by its owner for meat.
Pitiable, too pitiable.
As they thought this, they exchanged a glance and felt immense relief.
If the 'Red Knights' far away in Ainhars Territory were under surveillance, then surely all their actions, so close to hand, were being watched.
They, however, had stuck to their roles, never committing any transgressions.
Thus, their boss was willing to invite them with a gentler approach.
Of course, if they had declined the invitation...
At this thought, they no longer wanted to continue such musings.
Pondering things that hadn't happened seemed pointless.
They wouldn't engage in such senseless acts.
And in the tent, the other two remained.
'Blood Axe' Danny was still fervent.
Facing the assistant sent by Your Crown, this Believer of the God of the Inland River trusted unconditionally.
And Little Maha?
"The 'Red Knight' is so powerful!"
"Truly worthy of the title 'Red Knight'!"
The adoration of the youth is really beyond words.
In the tent, everyone's expression was captured in the eyes of Arthur as he viewed them through the perspective of a 'Blood Descendant,' feeling the deep fear in the hearts of Sean and Bonte, actual members of the Cat Faction's Mystic Side.
Arthur was pleased.
He had originally planned to find an opportunity to discipline them a bit.
Now, it seemed there was no need.
Therefore, Arthur, controlling the 'Blood Descendant,' turned to look at Hazlitt in front of him.
Under the flashes of 'Eagle Eye' and 'Insight,' Arthur confirmed that the other party had nothing to hide, and immediately raised his hand to take out a crimson Treasure Bead.
"Good."
Before Hazlitt could react, a red light burst out from the bead, enveloping him.
"Ah!"
Amid the scream, Hazlitt fell to the ground, unable to rise.
And the red light was fleeting.
When the light dissipated, and everyone saw Hazlitt once more, they all gasped in shock.
The big man's body became shriveled, his thick beard even turned sparse, and he seemed to have withered away.
This, this, this!
Old Maha, Sadi, Sean, and Bonte were all rendered speechless.
Even 'Blood Axe' Danny and Little Maha were startled.
But what truly shocked them was just beginning—
"This is punishment, understand?"
The 'Blood Descendant' asked coldly.
"Understand!"
What else could Hazlitt, who felt on the verge of death, say?
Besides, apart from the word 'understand,' he could not utter any other words.
He was too tired.
He wanted to sleep.
But the next moment, the crimson light appeared again.
This time, however, it was different from the previous draining.
This time it was...
Bestowing vitality.
Hazlitt began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, and between breaths, this River Pirate regained his previous 'Red Knight' appearance.
No!
He was stronger than before!
His arms, thighs, and torso all swelled as if they had been inflated.
A faint crimson appeared in Hazlitt's eyes.
Of course, these were not the most important things.
The most important were youth and vitality!
Inside the tent, everyone could see that Hazlitt had become younger, from a middle-aged man to one who seemed like a youth.
Hazlitt incredulously looked down at his hands and then instinctively touched his face.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth were gone.
Feeling the vitality of his body at that moment, he nearly broke down in tears.
He had really become young again.
He no longer needed to shave his head to conceal his gray hair.
He no longer needed to shave daily, using a thick beard to hide his aging.
Why did he want to retire?
Naturally, it was because of his age!
His body, as he grew older, told him that it was time to retire.
But now?
No longer needed!
No need to hide!
He was truly young again!
And all this was bestowed by the 'Blood Descendant' before him.
Without a second thought, Hazlitt knelt down once more.
Only this time, Hazlitt's title changed.
He exclaimed—
"Master!"
