They all call me Great Master

Arthur's gentle whispering caused Marinda's face to turn red.

It was a mix of shyness and even more so of embarrassment.

Because—

She had once deceived Anna in the same way.

Poor Anna was so moved to tears that she was tricked into bed with her that very night.

But Marinda had never imagined that she herself would be deceived one day.

No, not deceived!

It was about deceiving someone else together!

Suddenly, both the shyness and the embarrassment disappeared, leaving only an excitement-laden anticipation—Marinda certainly didn't mind deceiving that woman.

Marinda even hoped the other party would lose miserably because of the wrong information.

So, Marinda put her arms around him with force and leaned into Arthur's embrace.

Together, they watched the fireworks constantly rising on the shore.

Bang, bang, bang!

One after another, the fireworks soared.

Boom, boom, boom!

Their heartbeats gradually synchronized.

Arthur could clearly sense Marinda's cooperation.

And this was what he wanted.

'Ms. Yula, thank you for your sacrifice, I wish you a most unpleasant death.'

Arthur thought silently to himself, tilting his head down slightly as his lips approached Marinda's ear.

A woody fragrance mixed with the smell of smoke and mint, a bit like a campfire doused after the rain—not only was it not unpleasant, there was instead a sense of thriving vitality.

Arthur controlled his breathing.

"Tonight's moonlight is truly beautiful."

A soft whisper in the ear, just as a breeze from the river arrived.

The departure of winter's chill had already robbed the river wind of its coldness, but it wasn't yet the scorching heat of midsummer; it had only the right amount of softness.

Subconsciously, Marinda nodded slightly.

"The wind is very gentle too."

Arthur was taken aback.

Then, he laughed.

"Yes, the wind is very gentle as well."

The two stood on the deck of the 'Oriental,' watching the fireworks of Xilongde and listening to the music coming from there, and the crew members left on the ship naturally saw the two standing by the terrace ladder.

Unconsciously, everyone showed a smile that conveyed understanding.

They had just been wondering why the big boss had not attended Sir Outer's banquet.

It turns out he was waiting for the lady boss, ah!

Well then, no worries.

Wishing the big boss and the lady boss a delightful night.

Old John, one of those remaining on board, raised his glass of meticulously brewed honey wine—the gentle shaking of the cup released a faint sweetness and aroma of the wine.

Just like the pure moonlight of the night and the quietly flowing Inland River.

But there was a discordant scene.

For instance, Yula.

This lady, witnessing the scene, wanted to grind her teeth to dust.

Not only was her heart becoming increasingly enraged, but her face also began to contort.

Not a distortion of rage.

But a true distortion.

A spiral of nose, eyes, and facial features.

Fortunately, most people on the 'Oriental' had gone to the shore to attend Sir Outer's banquet at this moment, otherwise anyone seeing this scene would be scared stiff on the spot.

However, Yula seemed entirely oblivious.

Or rather...

The current Yula had no idea what was happening.

A tiny tentacle wriggled out from Yula's earhole.

On yet another occasion, this tiny tentacle began to spin its thread.

Unlike before, this time after finishing its spinning, this tiny tentacle did not immediately retreat back into Yula's earhole, but rather tore itself apart in the middle.

It was as if a sausage had been broken in half.

Only, one piece was long, and the other was short.

The shorter piece continued to burrow into Ms. Yula's ear.

The longer piece, however, detached from Ms. Yula's shoulder and fell directly onto the deck, crawling into the first-class cabin where Ms. Yula was, like a caterpillar.

Inside the cabin, Lucius was still cursing his own powerlessness.

This young Avenger did not notice the appearance of the tentacle segment at all.

He was even less aware of the tentacle passing behind him and entering the washroom.

There, the fourteenth son of the 'Reepra. Qiao Commerce Association' president, Qiao Zheng, lay in the bathtub with vacant eyes, muttering incessantly.

"Yula, I love you."

"Yula, without your support, I can't accomplish any of this."

"Yula, what should we name our child?"

The continuous muttering was enough to illustrate Qiao Zheng was trapped in some sort of delusion.

And the smile on his face suggested that this delusion was making him extremely happy.

Perhaps...

This was the happiest moment in Qiao's life.

The tentacle segment easily climbed onto the tub and slipped into Qiao's ear.

The mumbling Qiao suddenly shuddered all over.

Afterward, his vacant eyes changed.

A trace of indifference, completely inhuman, emerged.

But it was fleeting!

After that, Qiao's eyes became vacant once more, and his muttering resounded again, becoming even more intense.

"No, it's not like this, Yula!"

"Yula, don't be like this!"

After the urgent low cries, Qiao's voice quickly lowered and became monotone, continuing to declare his love for Yula as before.

However, his face no longer bore a trace of a smile.

The entire process was brief, and aside from Qiao's muttering, it could be described as completely silent, managing to escape the notice of most on the 'Oriental'.

But Arthur was an exception.

Arthur's 'eyes' were everywhere.

Watching the scene unfold before him, the young 'Spirit Medium' lowered his head and softly said to Marinda—

"Time for food?"

"Yes!"

Marinda nodded, instinctively placing the pipe in her mouth.

However, just as the lady was about to take a puff, she immediately remembered Arthur's previous complaints—tobacco flavor would affect the taste of the food.

The next moment, the lady simply held the pipe in her mouth without lighting the tobacco.

When the chef came to the terrace with the food, Arthur conveyed the night's events to Marinda using a secret language combined with writing in the palm of his hand.

Marinda, feeling the itch in her palm, kept her mind clear nonetheless.

'You bad fellow, not only are you planning to let the Marquess of West Berlin take the lead, but you also want me to be your insurance?'

Arthur smiled and wrote again in Marinda's palm.

'One can never be too cautious with such beings.'

Marinda nodded in agreement.

She had never encountered such beings before.

But in the books left by Marinda's mother, there were bits and pieces of information about them.

Even these fragments were enough to reveal the power and the Bizarre nature of the 'Lady of Sorrow.'

Especially that Undying state, which truly made her heart tremble.

Therefore, she was agreeable to making as many contingency plans as possible.

Also, she wasn't going to inquire further.

For she feared being perceived by the 'Lady of Sorrow'—it was not unnecessary worry but prudent caution.

Immediately after, the lady became somewhat contemplative.

After hesitating for about a second, she raised Arthur's palm and wrote in it—

'Do you want West Berlin?'

Feeling the words that Marinda had written, Arthur immediately smiled.

Then, he gently wrote four words