They all call me Great Master-Chapter 703 - 700: Fangs Ⅳ

The moment the Crimson Sword appeared out of thin air, atop the terrace of West Berlin Castle, Jacqueline and Catherine furrowed their brows in unison—

"Is this the 'Inland Church's' trump card?"

"No."

"The 'Inland Church' does not have such depth of resources."

"Then this is..."

"Aimed at our father."

The twin sisters alternated sentences, seemingly asking and answering, yet their expressions became involuntarily grave.

In the hearts of the twin sisters, the 'Inland Church' had always been dispensable.

Indeed, if it were not for accommodating their father, they could easily eradicate the 'Inland Church'.

However, the trump card that the 'Inland Church' had suddenly revealed caught them both off guard.

It was truly too unexpected.

The power of an 'Ascend Stepper' like this, the entire West Berlin, aside from their father, probably didn't have a single person who could handle it, right?

The twin sisters harbored fear towards their own father, but it was precisely because of this fear that they had considerable trust in their father's strength.

Even knowing that this was specifically aimed at their father, the twins had no worries whatsoever.

They believed their father could handle everything.

Unless...

His Crown intervened!

Otherwise, their father was invincible.

Moreover, in the minds of the twin sisters, even if His Crown were to intervene, the outcome was uncertain.

The chances were probably fifty-fifty.

Therefore, they were prepared to wait and see.

The twin sisters did not conceal their conversation from Arthur, and their expressions were very candid.

Because, in Jacqueline's view, having cooperated once, even if the cooperation had not resulted in success, there was no need for secrecy when both parties already knew each other's secrets.

On the contrary, this was an opportunity to bring them closer together.

Who knew if they would need the power of the 'Spirit Medium' in the future?

Thinking this, Jacqueline turned her gaze towards Arthur.

As she did, this lady's brow furrowed.

Because Arthur seemed entirely engrossed in his tasting of roast pork.

The diced roast pork was served with four different condiments for the Southern Lost 'Spirit Medium' to choose from: barbecue sauce, cumin chili, sour kumquat juice, and coarse salt.

Starting with coarse salt, ending with the barbecue sauce.

After each bite, he would rinse his mouth with clear water on the side.

Such was the conduct of a gourmet connoisseur.

But...

No gastronome had such an extraordinary appetite.

Jacqueline glanced at the pile of plates that had now reached half her height. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Not long ago, each plate held about 2 kilograms of roast pork.

Now, they were empty.

What startled Jacqueline even more was that Arthur showed no sign of stopping.

'Such a fearsome appetite, with an appetite like this... what kind of strength might he possess?' Jacqueline silently pondered.

An extraordinary appetite was always a cause for excitement on the Mystic Side.

Because it not only indicated that you had a robust Physique, but it also possibly meant you possessed some exceptional Talent.

The latter, especially, was something one could only hope for but not find.

Catherine graciously brought more roast pork to Arthur.

Compared to Jacqueline's strategic consideration of the situation, Catherine acted more naturally.

Or rather...

More obsequiously.

The younger daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin began to play the role of cutting meat again.

"Lord Kledos, what are your plans for after this?" she asked while slicing the meat.

Not asking directly, she took a roundabout approach.

"After I'm full, of course I'll take a nap," Arthur replied nonchalantly.

Arthur certainly knew what Catherine wanted to inquire about.

Asking about his future plans was a pretense.

Gleaning the intentions of the Marquess was the truth.

Even more so, Arthur had guessed a thing or two about what the twins were planning.

It was not that Arthur could see through people's hearts, but rather the twins' fear of the Marquess of West Berlin was too deeply ingrained.

Basing his assumptions on that fear, it was not too difficult to deduce their intent.

However, this time, luck was on the side of the twins.

Arthur glanced subtly up into the night sky.

The Crimson Sword had now taken complete form.

Fresh blood and death intertwined.

Sinister whispers filled the air.

It looked utterly terrifying.

But that was through the eyes of others; with the Talent "Breath of Death," Arthur could clearly see that the Crimson Sword's formidability was merely superficial.

It had presence but no substance.

No!

To be precise, it had a tiny bit of substance.

Enough to bluff.

Arthur almost applauded the Priest of the Inland River Cult at the scene.

The fact that the other could devise such a stratagem in a short time was indeed a testament to the quickness of their mind.

With the enormous skeleton as a backdrop, the Marquess of West Berlin would surely think that what followed was counterfeit; who would then suspect that the subsequent acts were fake as well?

Illusory yet real.

True yet false.

Arthur fairly liked this method of response.

However, the real reason Arthur almost applauded was that the Priest of the Inland River Cult had managed to draw out the Marquess of West Berlin's trump card.

Watching the Marquess unfold the "Array of Cannons," releasing the Golden Bow from its high place, Arthur exclaimed,

"What a powerful prop!"

"Of course!

That is the West Berlin Family's prized 'Golden Bow'!

One can only wield it after becoming the family head!"

Catherine said innocently.

She truly seemed like a carefree young girl.

Yet, Arthur keenly noticed that Jacqueline had been surreptitiously observing him while Catherine spoke.

It was apparent that the twins, having not received an answer just then, had changed their tactic for inquiry.

To this, Arthur was very accommodating.

The young 'Spirit Medium' first furrowed his brow, then immediately sighed.

This gesture caused Jacqueline, who was watching, to start.

Naturally, the answering Catherine couldn't help but press him.

"Lord Kledos, what's wrong?

Is something going to happen?"

It wasn't that the twins lacked guile.

It was simply that Arthur's level of bluff was too high.

Especially that expression, which tended to lead one's thoughts astray when misunderstood.

And to fuel more speculation in the twins, Arthur did not speak but simply pointed a finger up at the night sky.

The twins instinctively followed Arthur's gesture to look up at the sky.

At that moment, the Marquis happened to fire a golden arrow.

Watching the golden arrow effortlessly pierce through its target, the twins' complexions changed drastically.

They finally realized something was amiss.

Then, they turned their heads in horror.

They stared blankly at Arthur, who was seated there.

When had Arthur noticed?

Had he known from the very start?

Under the assumption that he had known from the beginning and still said words like "Having eaten my fill, of course I'll take a nap," what did that imply?

It implied that everything before them was within the grasp of this 'Spirit Medium.'

No!

It should be that none of these mattered in the eyes of this 'Spirit Medium.'

Hisss!

Was the Southern Lost Spirit Medium really this strong?

The twins were paralyzed in place by the sheer magnitude of power they imagined Arthur possessed, and in their ears faintly echoed the conceited cries of Delpock—

"I won this time, Marquis!

No one can change this outcome now!

I, said, so!"

The twins heard it, and so naturally did Arthur.

The twins saw a look of impatience appear on Arthur's face.

It was just impatience, without a trace of urgency.

This impatience was like the displeasure of being interrupted during a meal.

Under the unsettled gaze of the twins fraught with doubt, Arthur waved his hand.

The next moment—

A white giant bird spread its wings and soared.