They all call me master

Chapter 686 Port I

Arthur nodded.

"Of course!"

Saying this, Arthur opened the copper lock of the black wooden box.

Inside was a long-handled curved pipe.

The pipe was made of heather, and the extended handle was made of black metal.

Of course, these were not the main points. The main point was that a line of small characters wrapped in wavy patterns was engraved on the extended handle.

Or to be more precise, it was a name -

Melinda.

Arthur saw the name, raised his hand and gently stroked it, feeling the traces in it.

Different from the beauty of the cursive name.

The traces of the engraving were sharper.

Just like Melinda.

"Did you engrave it?"

Arthur looked up and asked.

Melinda, who was watching Arthur stroking the long handle of the pipe, nodded calmly.

"How is it?"

Then, the lady asked for evaluation.

"I like it very much."

Arthur said this, and took out the small bag of tobacco that had been put in from the [Box of Athos].

As soon as the bag was opened, a faint sweet smell appeared, a mixture of mint and apple, and the scent of honey - this was what Melinda gave to Arthur before.

After seeing this, Melinda's smile became even stronger.

"As a novice, you just pick two grams and put it in."

With these words, the lady stood up.

"We will arrive at the port of Dordot tomorrow, and I need to prepare.

Whether it is the Marquis or the lady, I need to take it seriously."

After that, the lady did not stay for long and left directly.

Passing through the smoke, Melinda returned to Nanlos, with a brighter smile on her lips than before.

She saw Pendragon leave.

She also saw the figures of a cat and a dog when the fireworks rose on the other side.

So, she was very happy.

"You guy...

What a bad guy!"

Melinda murmured in a low voice.

Then, the lady took a deep breath and her eyes focused.

She thought of the scene that might happen tomorrow.

She knew that her current strength was not enough.

Even though she had tried her best to catch up, the bad guy was getting faster and faster.

"Sure enough...

I was lazy before."

Melinda muttered to herself, and walked straight to the basement of No. 6 White Bird Street.

This basement was the entrance to the hidden secret room.

And that secret room was only known to Melinda.

After the complicated mechanism and a series of [pictures and words], Melinda walked down the stairs, passed through a 133-meter corridor, and continued down.

This is a spiral staircase.

At the beginning of this staircase, there are four doors.

Melinda chose the right door and walked in.

Inside was -

coffin!

Two coffins!

One contained her father, the Grand Knight of the West Coast Knights Templar.

One contained her mother, the last generation heir of the West Coast's 'Blood Crow Family'.

Melinda walked between the two coffins and placed her hands on the coffin boards.

"Father, mother."

The lady called softly.

There was a slight noise coming from the two coffins.

Like a slight air strike, a slap.

More like...

breathing!

Feeling such a sound, Melinda's eyes were filled with unprecedented memories.

She remembered her mother and her father.

She also remembered hatred.

So, she wanted her parents to avenge themselves.

Similarly, this was the path she chose.

It was her biggest trump card.

And now?

She was going to borrow a little from her parents.

The next moment, the power of the undead rose from the two coffins, but unlike the pure undead, the power of the undead in the two coffins was holy, and the other was more evil.

They temporarily gathered in Melinda's body.

Buzz!

The world's blockade of the "enterers" was directly shattered.

And two shadows loomed behind Melinda.

...

After Arthur put two grams of tobacco into the pipe, he looked at the XP information sent this morning——

[The reputation of the Lord of the Inland River has made everyone suspicious. Some people believe it, while others doubt it. But in any case, more people are beginning to take you seriously; XP+800]

[More people have heard your name: XP+600]

...

Obviously, with the previous commotion, the daily XP value has returned to its former peak.

And the title of the Lord of the Inland River?

Arthur also wants to make it real.

Arthur believes that this will bring him a huge amount of XP.

After all, it is different from ordinary people who just watch the fun.

There are many fanatics in the 'Inland River God Cult'. These people are definitely the best source of XP. As long as they are recognized, it will be a huge income.

There may even be unexpected surprises.

Can fanatics generate XP stably?

Arthur has been thinking about this question.

After all, according to the current understanding of XP, it means that people know his name.

Knowing, this word is very interesting.

Knowing and remembering is one category.

Knowing and forgetting is another category.

The latter will provide new XP when remembering.

If the former is remembered and the impression is deepened, will it provide more XP?

Arthur didn't know.

But he was willing to try.

It's not that Arthur likes to lie.

XP is really lacking.

5200XP.

That's all Arthur has now.

And how much does he need?

99999 points!

The ultimate entrance to the 'Seventeenth Level' is 99999 XP points!

Arthur, who has experienced extremes once, certainly knows the benefits. He must get started with extremes. Only in this way can he truly step onto the 'seventeenth level' - this is Arthur's intuition.

Arthur believed it very much.

He trusts his instincts.

He even believed that the XP required to drop by 1-2 points every day could not be accomplished in a short time using conventional means.

‘Oh, you all forced me to do this. ’

Arthur sighed in his heart.

Then, he lay back on his bed with a pipe in his mouth.

You mean food on the table?

Where did the food come from?

The plates were licked clean.

Including what the chef sent later, it was the same.

Clean, nothing left.

The night is getting deeper.

The party on the shore of West Lund did not end, and the noise continued into the night.

Therefore, the departure time of the 'Orient' was delayed a bit. Even if it was going down the river, by the time the passengers on the 'Orient' saw the bustling Dordot Port, it was already the evening of the next day.

Arthur put away another [Mihailo's Strong Touch (Incomplete)] that Yura sent at noon today.

Throughout the process, the mutilated Abel protested.

The mutilated blood-sucking progenitor showed that it would not be parasitized, let alone resurrected.

But Arthur chose to ignore it.

These two are precious chips!

Now, it’s far from time to throw it out!

While Arthur was pondering a new plan in his heart, he looked at the port of Dordot getting closer and closer. The corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled naturally.

The young 'spiritual medium' seemed to be talking to himself——

"The wonderful night...begins!"