They all call me Great Master-Chapter 912 - 909 Fishing I

Anyone who stands out at any time is always in the spotlight.

Pistri Hamlet knew this.

However, when everyone's eyes focused on him, the Young Lion still felt a bit nervous, and for a moment, he even forgot what to say.

But the people around didn't care.

The crowd, lost and helpless, just looked at this Young Lion at this moment.

And the Young Lion's moment of silence, the crowd took it as waiting—

"Willing!"

Jimte shouted loudly from within the crowd.

Then came Kalal on the other side of the crowd.

"Willing!"

A response.

An echo.

Made the people who didn't know what to do feel like they found their backbone, beginning to echo in waves.

"Willing!"

"Willing!"

"Willing!"

It started out scattered, but became uniform towards the end.

Hearing these cheers, Jimte and Kalal smirked.

The two of them knew that the plan had succeeded.

No!

It was beyond imagination successful!

Originally, they just hoped to gain a bit of support in Inner Bay—which was already difficult, even with a parade as a foundation, they still needed to show enough value.

And the Seven Major Families, the Golden Lion Family, are not easy to provoke.

Not to mention Baro Hamlet.

In fact, the two were already ready to fight desperately.

But who would have thought that the unexpected entrance of the Young Lion, the 'Blood Descendant', would make everything easier.

And the harvest?

Even more unimaginable.

If it were about gaining a little support in Inner Bay before.

Now?

Control Inner Bay!

Regarding this, the two are full of confidence.

Even though Baro Hamlet is still alive, and the Old Lion has only left and will eventually return, they believe in the lord they follow.

They firmly believe that Arthur can create miracles again.

Just like this time.

In the crowd loudly cheering, the Young Lion quickly regained his composure.

The discomfort immediately faded, his gaze swept over those cheering for him, and he leapt directly onto a mostly collapsed wall, speaking loudly—

"Everyone, I swear by the surname Hamlet, I will never let down any supporter.

Likewise, I hope we can overcome difficulties together.

Here, St. Joan of Arc Girls' College will become our command sentry post, and this collapsed street will be our temporary garrison.

We will protect ourselves here, protect our children, protect our property."

The speech of the Young Lion was powerful and assertive.

Perhaps not enough to incite people.

But it struck a deep chord.

The guarantee of life safety, property safety, and the safety of descendants, almost instantly received applause in response once the words of the Young Lion dropped.

The applause was so loud.

At this moment, applause was the theme song of this street.

Arthur and Marinda stood on a distant street, also clapping softly—the room they were in had just been destroyed as well.

The impact of the 'Ascend Steper' was terrifying and deadly.

But for the two, it was nothing.

Arthur stood in front, blocking all the aftershocks.

The young South Los Spirit Medium felt the aftershocks of the 'Ascend Steper'.

Then...

A smirk appeared.

Saying it tickled might be an exaggeration.

Let's call it a gentle breeze on the face.

Beside him, Marinda gently patted the dust off Arthur's shoulder—

"This play was really brilliant."

There was admiration in the words.

Smart as Marinda was, she naturally saw something.

But precisely because of this intelligence, Marinda didn't ask much.

She was well aware that Arthur's plans went far beyond this.

There was more important matters to come.

After all, just now, Marinda had seen floating human skin and a headless corpse dressed in fine clothes, although they suffered the aftershocks of two Ascend Steper attacks.

But no matter human skin or headless corpse, there will always be remnants.

Unable to hide from those with intention.

'Who exactly are you trying to lure?' Marinda wondered to herself.

Beside her, Arthur laughed.

"I don't know how Auburn found the whereabouts of that 'Death Poetry Society' Left Cantor, he just said he wanted to repay me a favor.

Who would have thought it would be such a grand scene."

Saying this, Arthur shrugged with a look of surprise.

Indeed, it was him who orchestrated the events before him.

But Arthur would never admit it.

Not only would he not admit it, he would even act out a scene when no one was watching.

Space can be shuttled.

What about time?

Even if you can't shuttle through time.

Can you peep into it?

Careful as Arthur was, he naturally wouldn't be unguarded.

And Marinda?

She cooperated with tacit understanding.

"It seems that the 'South County Swordsmanship Competition' in Inner Bay will be full of twists and turns.

Are we going back to South Los?"

Marinda couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the bodies and wreckage around her.

"Let's wait and see for now.

I believe the Grand Duke will handle this matter properly.

Besides..."

At this point, Arthur frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Marinda turned to ask.

Confronted with the question from his beloved, Arthur naturally didn't hide anything.

"Besides, I always felt it was too coincidental.

So coincidental, I thought someone was plotting."

He said this.

"Baro Hamlet?

Unlikely!

This guy's obviously acting strange, probably influenced by something—either way, Inner Bay feels much more dangerous than South Los."

Marinda nodded in agreement.

"Let's go.

I don't want to stay in the 'Battle Zone'.

Let's go to Storm Inn!

It's renowned."

Saying this, Arthur mimicked looking at the bodies, bending slightly and said—

"Rest in peace."

Beside him, Marinda also imitated Arthur, bending slightly to speak.

"Rest in peace."

After speaking, the two left the area side by side, just like those capable people who don't wish to get involved in certain matters.

And just three minutes after the two left, there was a squirming movement under the rubble.

A figure, like a shadow, emerged from there. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

The sunlight shining down at that moment distorted.

It seemed like the light was being absorbed.

Moreover, more importantly, this absorption seemed to render vision ineffective, as if though the figure stood there yet couldn't be seen.

This silhouette stared in the direction Arthur and Marinda left for several seconds.

Then, strolled through the ruins.

With every step, remnants of human skin floated in front of the figure.

Until—

The corpse of the Old Lion's second son.

Looking at the Old Lion's second son's corpse before its eyes, the shadow-like silhouette twisted, and a sound akin to sandpaper scraping drifted into a laugh.

"Ha, you finally showed up!

Is this your challenge to me?

I accept!"

After speaking, the tattered human skin and corpse became invisible, collected into the shadow's sleeve.

The next moment, the silhouette transformed into a writhing shadow again.

Heading straight for...

Lion Palace!

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