They all call me Great Master

Freeman gazed at Amiel, his tall and burly form swelling with each breath.

The red in the eyes of this freshly-transformed Blood Descendant was boiling.

What followed was a string of curses mixed with various dialects.

Some of which even Amiel had never heard before.

But roughly, Amiel could guess the gist her curses tracked back as far as three generations up her opponent's maternal line, expanding the radius to include the primary reproductive organs of her sisters.

It was very straightforward.

Yet, this lady of Talin origin did not retaliate.

At least, not outwardly.

This lady handed the Messenger Stone to Freeman.

The newly transformed Blood Descendant immediately stopped frowning and meticulously inspected the information within.

Instantly, ecstasy spread across the face of the new Blood Descendant.

He saw the transaction between his 'father' and the Spirit Medium. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

From the tone and demeanor of both parties, it was completely equal.

What is equal to an Entrant?

It must also be an Entrant!

'As I thought!

My father is an Entrant!'

Thinking this, the new Blood Descendant began to rethink—his previous 'precise calculation' was clearly insufficient, he must recalculate.

Otherwise, it wouldn't befit his father's status.

Thinking this, Freeman quickly returned to his desk.

Amiel also sat back in her own seat.

However, unlike the newly motivated Freeman, Amiel was not idling as before, but rather, was seriously contemplating.

She wasn't joking earlier.

But...

The difficulty was a bit high!

There was something fishy about the annihilation of the Bloodline Clan back in the day.

Moreover, considering the Bloodline Clan had hidden such a high-ranking 'Entrant' among them, it was clear the fishiness was well beyond her depth to get involved.

Even listening was forbidden.

But, she was a bit reluctant to not cling to such a strong support.

Immediately, this Talin-born lady began to struggle with her thoughts.

Then, she suddenly thought of something.

Instantly, her eyes lit up.

...

In the abyssal paths of the netherworld, souls flit like shadows.

A horse-drawn carriage, escorted by numerous specters and shrouded in grey smoke, flew low with great speed.

Inside, Marinda clutched her pipe, puffing vigorously.

The smoke billowed out, part of it replenishing the grey mist, and part merging into the numerous specters; even occupying Wuni's body, Arthur could distinctly feel the Aura of Death contained within the smoke.@@novelbin@@

'What is this secret technique?

Utilizing smoke to propel the Aura of Death!

It somewhat resembles 'Smoke Mirror Usurpation' that was part of the deal given to me before, yet there's a difference, was there an alteration added later?' Arthur mused silently as he had once scrutinized the secret technique 'Smoke Mirror Usurpation' thoroughly.

Marinda, however, paid no heed to Arthur's observations.

If secret techniques could be deciphered merely by sight, there wouldn't be any so-called Nobles.

This lady changed her position and spoke softly—

"I didn't expect the guy from the Cloak Society to react so quickly!"

"To choose to disclose the information he previously held directly!"

Regret filled her tone.

Clearly, when this lady spotted a mistake by the Cloak Society, she had ideas.

But before she could act, new information about the Spirit Medium and Blood Descendants spread faster than the news that 'Arthur is an Entrant' across all of South Los.

This reaction surprised Marinda.'

While Marinda regretted, Arthur was focusing on something else.

"I just want to know now, how did the news that I am an 'Entrant' spread like this!"

The response of the Cloak Society informed Arthur that they were not, as he previously thought, merely a makeshift group, a rabble.

Instead, they had a significant structured organization.

"There will always be some unexpected surprises—thus, we must make more preparations!"

Marinda did not wish to talk too much about the Cloak Society.

It wasn't that she was disinterested.

It was just that the common were below, but none could be found above.

Marinda would never say such a thing.

Once voiced, it would only serve to entertain Arthur, that bastard.

Hence, the lady diverted the topic, forcefully slapping the bag beside her.

Arthur knew she was changing the subject, but gazing at the bag that was almost half his height, he was still lost in thought.

Smoke enveloped the carriage, bringing it to Arthur's campsite at a speed that surpassed imagination.

Looking at the young 'Spirit Medium' sitting on the log, shrugging his shoulders, Lady of the Long Night who had alighted from the carriage with the bag began reaching into the bag, then grabbed something inside and tossed it out forcefully—

Every single granule of Coarse Salt immediately landed around.

But before these grains could even hit the ground, they had turned completely black.

When they did land, they were charred like soil, indistinguishable as salt.

"Tsk, you, looking like that, would have been clenching proof during the 'witch hunting' era that 'all wizards are utterly evil.'"

As this sight unfolded, Lady of the Long Night clicked her tongue.

The young 'Spirit Medium' curled the corner of his mouth.

"So, are you exorcising evil spirits then?"

"No!

At your level, simply blessed Coarse Salt isn't enough to exorcise evil spirits—some age-old 'Hunter Families' probably have methods to drive you away.

Do you know the legend of 'The First Blade'?

I feel it would relish meeting someone as demonic as you!

As for me?

I'm just simply keeping this 'Aura of Death' away from me!

Most importantly, I don't want my luck to turn bad!"

Lady of the Long Night said this while vigorously sprinkling salt.

The half-human high bag rapidly deflated.

And the entire campsite was coated with a layer of Coarse Salt.

Especially Simon, after being covered with Coarse Salt, his increasingly feeble breathing unexpectedly began to recover slowly.

When Lady of the Long Night lifted her hand and moved him to the other side, a flush of color began returning to his previously pale face.

"Look, what a dreadful demon!"

Lady of the Long Night exclaimed.

The young 'Spirit Medium' gave Lady of the Long Night the middle finger.

Then, the remaining blessed Coarse Salt was unceremoniously dumped down.

Shh!

Unlike the Coarse Salt that hit the ground and turned to charred earth,

the grains falling on Arthur suddenly began to burn—nearly an inch away from Arthur's body, the blessed Coarse Salt spontaneously ignited.

It wasn't a bright flame.

But an eerie, dim 'Deathly Fire.'

With a distinct sound, the Deathly Fire surged towards Lady of the Long Night like the water of the underworld.

Seeing this, Lady of the Long Night's pupils shrunk.

Things were much more serious than she had anticipated.

However, Lady of the Long Night did not panic.

With a raise of her hand, two human-height sacks appeared beside her.

Inside were all blessed Coarse Salt.

The quantity astonished onlookers.

Anyone would suspect that Lady of the Long Night had plundered three 'Hunter Families' of over thirty years standing.

That's exactly what the young 'Spirit Medium' thought.

"Heh, this I got through trading—'Hunter' families too need to live, especially after getting married and having children.

Those married 'Hunters' with kids are the best trading partners.

So long as it doesn't contradict their principles, they'll give up anything for their wives and children.

And if there are multiple children, that's even better!"

As Lady of the Long Night said this, hundreds of kilos of blessed Coarse Salt from the two sacks were all dumped over Arthur.

Suddenly, Arthur appeared as though he had been buried in snow.

The wisps of Deathly Fire were still present, but slightly suppressed.

It was only a momentary suppression. The dim Deathly Fire violently surged.

Behind Arthur, a shadow began to emerge.

A ragged, black cloak, a sharp long-handled sickle, carrying a silent wail, raised high, aimed directly at Lady of the Long Night

The next moment—

The long-handled sickle swung down heavily!