They all call me master

Chapter 713 The Words of the Snake V

The long sword pierced through his chest, and Archistos' voice was stuck in his throat.

The high priest of the 'Inner River Cult' stared with wide eyes and lowered his head to look at the bloody long sword.

"No!

Lord Hamlet, no!

It's not like that!"

Archistos murmured.

But the result will not change.

The ripples behind him surged again, and the long sword was about to be retracted.

Archistos grabbed the blade.

"Lord Hamlet, this is not my fault!

This is all Tolan's fault!

I just believed the slander of the villain!"

Archistos tried his best to explain.

However, the long sword did not stagnate at all.

The blade shook slightly.

The next moment, the fingers and palms flew into the air, and Archistos' chest was cut open with a huge hole.

Puff!

Blood spurted.

The figure knelt on the ground.

"Lord Hamlet, you promised me, you promised me!"

Achisto, who was kneeling there, raised his voice from low to high.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

The long sword swept across the neck of the high priest of the 'Inner River God Cult', and the head flew high, then fell heavily to the ground. His eyes, which had never closed until his death, stared straight at the inner river.

The water was full and the waves were roaring.

Standing on the deck of his secret ship, Gresa Hamlet shook the blade.

Immediately, the blood stained on the blade fell on the inner river.

The scarlet quickly faded.

Finally, it disappeared.

The eldest son of the old lion slowly put away his sword, without even looking at the port of Dordot.

For the eldest son of the old lion, the death of Achisto was already determined.

Especially after Delpork, who had devoted so much effort to cultivate, died, what reason did Achisto, as an abandoned child, have not to die?

Die! Die!

Only if Archistos died, the eldest son of the old lion would feel better.

At least, this would make him believe that it was Archistos who made his layout go wrong, not because of his own miscalculation.

‘It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s Archistos! ’

Gresa Hamlet told himself.

Then, the eldest son of the old lion looked at the white passenger ship on the surface of the inner river.

“Arthur Kratos, you won this round!

But, it’s only this round!

Later, when your ‘Orient’ passes through Einhas Territory and Beth Territory, I will welcome you in a more warm way.

Of course, if you can reach the inner bay.

Then I will give you a chance to really face me!”

In a proud declaration full of aristocratic style, the eldest son of the old lion turned and walked into the cabin.

The golden cloak then fluttered in the night.

The arcane ship disappeared on the river.

As if it had never appeared at all.

Only on the dock, the head with wide eyes silently told everything.

Tolan stood there blankly, his eyes completely out of focus.

The faith of this priest of the Inland River Cult collapsed.

Archisto's words.

Archisto's experience.

All destroyed the indestructible faith of the past bit by bit.

And as the faith was destroyed, the heart of the priest was also dying.

It won't take long for the priest to become a soulless body, living like a walking corpse.

However, this priest is lucky.

Because——

The eyes of the Nanlos medium were fixed on this lucky man.

"Good evening, Mr. Tolan."

In the pleasant voice, Grindelwald, pale but calm, walked out of the shadows. Grindelwald, dressed in a formal dress and holding a crown-shaped cane, was as leisurely as if he had just attended a salon.

Tolan heard such a greeting.

However, the priest of the Inland River Cult did not respond at all at this moment.

Grindelwald didn't mind it, but smiled.

"People with fragile hearts are worthy of respect.

Because, most of the time, they are good people.

But good people trust others too easily."

Grindelwald said softly.

This time, Tolland responded.

The young priest looked at the white-haired Grindelwald.

"Do you think what this guy said is true?"

Grindelwald pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"I... don't know!"

The young priest subconsciously wanted to admit that what Archisto said was true. After all, the corpse was right in front of him. Is there anything more real than this?

But his long-standing faith made him unwilling to believe it.

Even if he knew in his heart that this might be false.

Faith makes people reborn.

Faith makes people firm.

Faith makes people happy.

All the positive guidance makes faith extremely terrible.

It will make people blind and unreasonable.

Grindelwald doesn't need such people.

He needs followers.

But his followers cannot be unruly.

"Let's go, gather all the followers of the 'Inner River God' you can gather, and I will show you the most real side."

Grindelwald walked away.

The gentleman sang softly in his mouth-

"God has a shape, like a snake, very long and thick.

The breath of God is extremely poisonous.

God's command, the snakes obey. "

Under the night, singing leisurely.

Tolan's whole body trembled. The young priest finally thought of the rumor not long ago, 'The master of the River God, Nanlos psychic Arthur Kratos'!

Could it be! Could it be!

A trembling sensation appeared throughout my body, as if electricity was flowing through my body.

Before!

Even half an hour ago, the young priest would not admit this rumor.

but now!

The young priest hoped from the bottom of his heart that this rumor was true!

Moreover, the young priest has already started praying!

Everything changes.

Delicious food will spoil over time.

The sweet air will smell bad with the continuous rain.

Absolute disapproval of the previous moment.

The next moment of overwhelming support.

In just an instant, everything was reversed.

Because it is the psychic who controls all of this.

It’s the South Los medium who makes the impossible possible.

Vostok, top cabin, terrace.

Malinda watched Grindelwald leave with Tolan. The lady's lips curled up, and she turned her head to look at Jacqueline who was worried.

“Can we let the ‘Church of Pain’ leave temporarily?”

Malinda asked.

"certainly!"

Jacqueline nodded, and then used the communication stone to issue the order.

When she decided to come to the Orient, Jacqueline was ready to cooperate.

Jacqueline would never refuse such a request.

But Malinda’s next words still left Jacqueline stunned—

"Jacqueline, are you willing to be my adopted sister?"

Malinda asked softly, with a pleasing brilliance in her blue eyes.

Even though Jacqueline was born into a noble family, she didn't react immediately.

After more than ten seconds, the twin sister suddenly came back to her senses.

Immediately, his eyes lit up.