They all call me Great Master-Chapter 398 - 395 Hidden in the Fog!

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The moment before dawn, when the night is at its deepest, is also when people are most weary.

Even the most diligent and responsible members of the Night Patrol can’t help but yawn continuously at this time.

But the three sons of Lord Bern, their bodies wrapped in bandages, were wide-eyed, warily watching each other as they emerged from the cabin—the bloodshot in their eyes spoke of sleepless nights, while their expressions were filled with a strange kind of excitement.

They were about to do something big!

They were going to attack Xisis Port!

Attacking and plundering weren’t the goal, merely incidental; what they truly wanted was to become ’heroes’!

Indeed, they had colluded with pirates.

But the reason they colluded with pirates was to capture all those pirates in one fell swoop!

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They were bearing humiliation and biding their time.

They were commendable.

If they succeeded in this endeavor, all three could earn the titles of ’Knight’.

As for who would inherit their father’s noble title?

That would be decided later.

They were resolute in ensuring that it wouldn’t come down to the three of them dueling it out only for a commoner to take advantage of the situation.

The thought of this afternoon’s competition almost instinctively made the brothers reach for the wounds on their bodies.

The eldest son of the Bern family had a 20-centimeter long wound on his left arm, inflicted by the second son; had he not dodged in time, he would have lost the arm.

Similarly, the second son had been stabbed in the abdomen, the blade nearly piercing through his body.

And what of the youngest, the most cherished by their father?

Not only had his right forearm nearly been chopped off by the eldest, but he also received a slash across the chest from the second, nearly spilling his guts.

The clash between the three sons of the Bern family was the highlight of the afternoon’s event in Section E.

It was so real!

Like a true battlefield, ruthless and unrelenting!

Everyone who watched the afternoon’s competition could attest that if it weren’t for the Countess acting as a referee, at least two of the Bern sons would have died—because the victor was sure to deliver a death blow.

However, what people relished discussing most was the winner of Section E, the swordsman who advanced to the quarterfinals, also called Bern.

It appeared he was an instructor from the Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club.

People marveled at the wonders of destiny.

Meanwhile, the three sons of Lord Bern were bitter about destiny’s injustice—

’Why didn’t father designate me as the heir when I am so outstanding?’ each of them thought simultaneously.

The trio began to act.

This ship belonged to the Bern Family, a merchant vessel equipped with cannons for ’defense’.

What they planned to do was attack the surrounding ships and Docklands with the cannons to create chaos, and then, proceed to kill the ’colluding’ captain, First Mate, and sailors—these individuals, including the sailors, had already been drugged by them into a stupor.

They had to fight bloody battles in order to eliminate the traitors harboring ill intentions toward them.

Then, they would immediately inform everyone around them of everything.

And the end result?

Naturally, the ’Knight’ title as a reward!

Commoners might not receive such an accolade, but as the offspring of nobility, they surely could.

With the prospect of the ’Knight’ title almost within grasp, despite their injuries, the three brothers sprang into action immediately.

The eldest and the second sons of the Bern family pushed two cannons to the gun ports at the ship’s side, while the youngest and most favored—who was also the most severely injured—loaded the gunpowder and cannonballs.

The three sons of the Bern family couldn’t help but aim the cannons at the fleet under the command of the ’Lady of the Eternal Night’.

Because the notoriety of this lady was significant enough to showcase their Meritorious Service.

"Fire!"

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The youngest of the Bern family aimed at the fleet moored at the dock and gave a low command.

Then...

Silence.

’Useless fools!

Can’t even handle this simple task!’ the youngest Bern cursed inwardly, then turned around to take matters into his own hands.

But upon turning, the youngest Bern was stunned.

Dressed in khaki hunting attire, wearing a Deerstalker Cap, and puffing on a pipe, Marinda had appeared behind him without notice, and the eldest and second Bern were lying on the deck, their fates unknown.

"Miss Caesar, I..."

Not interested in listening to his excuses, Marinda raised her hand and knocked him unconscious.

Although the lady had wished to kill the three scoundrels instantly after seeing them aim the cannons at her fleet, she had to restrain herself for the sake of maximizing gains.

This time, it wasn’t just Bern Manor that belonged to her.

The Bern Family’s ship fleet was hers as well.

Of course, not all of it.

According to the arrangement, she still had to share half with her partner, that bastard "Spirit Medium"...

Achoo! Achoo!

As she thought about it, Marinda suddenly felt an itch in her nose.

Then, uncontrollably, the lady sneezed twice.

’What’s the matter?

Who is cursing me?’

Marinda’s eyebrows furrowed.

Catch a cold?

Impossible, with her strength, there was no such thing as a cold.

Almost instinctively, Marinda thought of Arthur.

’Is that bastard cursing me?

That shouldn’t be, even if there was cursing to be done, it should be me doing it.

To think he left me to face an "Entrant" who can restrain "Smoke" all by myself...

Wait a minute!

No way!

Did this guy really find out?!’

As the lady thought more about it, she remembered the bastard’s recent odd behavior.

Suddenly, surprise appeared in the lady’s eyes.

You see, she had been careful enough.

To better hide, she had been preparing for nearly half a year, and even the people closest to her, the coachman Edwin and the cook Mary, had no idea.

How could Arthur, that bastard, possibly know?

Even if that guy really practiced Necromancy, it wouldn’t be possible!

After all, having met Arthur, she had made sure to clean that place just in case; the Specters and Undead had long vanished, only occasionally there would be some rats.

Does this guy also have Prophecy or Retrospection abilities?

Impossible, right?

Marinda subconsciously denied this guess deep down.

But oddly enough, the lady felt that it wouldn’t be surprising if Arthur had such abilities.

Anyway, it’s complicated.

And while the lady’s emotions were getting complicated, the "Storm Sword" Deljo quietly led his team into the Docklands.

The "Storm Sword" needed to confirm the exact location of the relic before the Swordsmanship Competition ended.

With a ring in hand, the "Storm Sword" moved cautiously with his people.

This ring was the key to entering that relic!

And he had obtained this ring due to an accidental relic expedition—a warlock’s laboratory that was burnt down by Witch Hunters during the Seven Years’ War.

Originally, he thought he had gained nothing from that expedition.

It’s well known that where Witch Hunters have been, the sky is one meter higher.

But who would have thought, he actually discovered a secret chamber that had never been opened.

Inside, there wasn’t much, just a diary and this ring.

The diary recorded the warlock’s research: the Tower of Mist.

To this, the "Storm Sword" was not surprised.

Most warlocks had a fascination with the "Tower of Mist".

But what surprised the "Storm Sword" was the direction of the research.

The other party was actually researching where the remnants of the "Tower of Mist" were, and although they never figured out to whom the remnants of the "Tower of Mist" actually belonged, it was enough.

The general area had appeared.

He also had the key.

As long as he could get into South Los, no one could stop him.

With this belief, the "Storm Sword" Deljo clutched the ring and continued forward.

When the ring began to tremble, a look of surprise appeared on Deljo’s face, but immediately, the "Storm Sword" frowned.

Because—

Someone had beaten him to it!

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