They all call me master

Chapter 732 Blood Web Ⅳ

Grindelwald is in a dense forest camp by a river about 20 kilometers away from the port of Dordot.

It is called a camp, but it is actually a temporary place with some simple arrangements around two fire pits.

Because of his special status, Grindelwald has a tent of his own.

When Grindelwald woke up, there was a low quarrel outside the tent-

"Tolan! What are you doing?

Are you still obsessed with it now?

There is no god of the inland river!

No!

Everything is fake!"

A slightly sharp voice, even if it is lowered, makes people who hear it frown.

It is really unpleasant.

"Yes!

What we have to do now is to leave the port of Dordot as soon as possible!"

"That's right!

The West Berlin Marquis has listed us as wanted criminals!"

The echoes came one after another.

It was messy and very noisy.

It was also extremely unpleasant.

"When I gathered everyone, I said that those who are willing to come with me can wait here. If not, you can leave on your own."

Tolan's tone was calm and not impatient.

Unlike the previous Tolan, although Tolan was cautious and serious, he always gave people an impatient and unreliable look.

But after experiencing the "betrayal" last night, Tolan seemed to have grown up overnight.

Not only did he become calm, but he was also not at a disadvantage when he was confronted by only one person and a dozen people.

"Leave on your own?"

The sharp voice made an even more piercing laugh.

"Do you think we should leave on our own like this?"

Question.

The questioning in the middle of the night became more and more piercing under the night wind.

The wind blew the tent curtain, and Grindelwald saw the other party.

A tall and thin man with narrow cheeks and wearing overalls.

At this moment, the other party stared at Tolan fiercely.

"Why do you think I joined your so-called Inner River Religion?

Is it for faith?

Bullshit faith!

I joined for money and women!

Now I have nothing, and you want me to leave?

It's not that easy!

Hand over the money!

I have calculated that the contribution money in the church is at least 60,000 gold coins. Even if you don't take out all of it, but only take a part of it, it is enough!

Now!

These gold coins are ours!"

The other party growled.

And those guys who agreed before also stood behind the other party. These guys took out short swords and daggers from their arms, looking fierce.

Not 6 gold coins!

Not 60 gold coins!

But 60,000 gold coins!

A full 60,000 gold coins!

Thinking of such wealth, these guys with ulterior motives breathed quickly. They stared at Tolan viciously, wishing to cut Tolan open and take out the gold coins now.

In contrast, this is Tolan's side.

Apart from Mr. and Mrs. Gwen, there was no one else.

It wasn't that there were no other people present.

But most of the people present remained neutral.

They looked at Tolan and the thugs on the opposite side.

They retained a trace of awe for the 'Inland River God'.

But they also had an inexorable greed for 60,000 gold coins.

They were wavering.

They wanted to continue living as members of the 'Inland River God Cult', but they also wanted to get enough money to start their lives again.

Contradiction.

Because they were unwilling to take risks.

Especially, when some of them had already stood up, they were naturally happy to see it happen.

They were choosing the safest way to see the final outcome of the matter.

Isn't everyone like this?

"Alas!"

Mr. Gwen shook his head, sighed, and took out a small musket from his arms.

With the appearance of this musket, the shouting on the opposite side became a little quieter.

But the next moment——

"What are you afraid of?

He only has one bullet!

Can he kill us all?"

The man with a narrow face retreated behind the crowd and began to shout in a sharper voice.

"Yes!"

"What are you afraid of!"

"Hand over the money!"

"Hand it over!"

With one voice after another echoing, the voice became louder and louder, and the face became more and more ferocious.

Tolan said nothing and drew his sword.

For Tolan at this moment, he was not afraid of any battle.

Because he firmly believed that His Majesty Neihe existed.

He fought for His Majesty.

Even if he died, it would be the highest honor.

And it would be even better if he could kill the disrespectful person before he died.

Facing Tolan's gaze, the guy who was shrinking behind the crowd felt a sudden shock in his heart. Subconsciously, he wanted to turn around and run away, but the wall of people in front of him gave him courage.

He laughed and said loudly -

"What can you do alone?

No!

You are three people!

By the way, didn't you bring a messenger with you?

Four people!

Hahaha!

You four want to fight fifteen of me?

Come on!

I'm standing here, what can you do to me!"

The other party's sharp voice became more and more arrogant.

As if to increase his momentum, this guy took a step forward while shouting.

Then...

He stepped on a snake.

Feeling the pain, the snake twisted and bit.

Dark brown, triangular head.

Poison!

Very poisonous!

This guy only felt a pain in his leg, and then he began to have difficulty breathing, and then his eyes went black.

Thump!

This guy fell down.

The people gathered around this guy were startled, and subconsciously, these people went to check their leader.

Then...

They were also bitten by snakes.

Not the previous one.

But dozens of small, fast-reacting, and extremely poisonous snakes.

These snakes were arranged by Arthur in advance.

Just in case.

The situation of the ‘Inner River Cult’ is not optimistic, or it can be said that it is really terrible.

In this terrible situation, anything is possible.

The young Nanlos psychic never dared to bet on a person’s kindness, but he really dared to bet on a person’s malice.

The former is unpredictable.

The latter, he is sure to win.

The snakes jumped up, and the crowd fell to the ground.

The neutrals exclaimed repeatedly.

Tolan, Gwen and his wife were stunned.

Then, the old man Gwen shouted excitedly-

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

The breath of God is poisonous.

The command of God, the snakes obey!

Your Majesty!

Yes, Your Majesty!"

The excited voice was extremely high-pitched, and the old man Gwen's cheeks were red. The voice resounded through the night sky. The neutrals looked at each other, and they saw horror and suspicion in each other.

But Grindelwald would not give these consumables more time.

After adjusting his clothes, Grindelwald, with pale hair and face, walked out of the tent.

His cane tapped the ground lightly.

His voice was calm and long-

"Your Majesty, are you willing to truly accept them?"

As soon as the voice fell, the inner river beside the dense forest rolled up.

The next moment-

A huge figure covered the sky.