They all call me Great Master

Just like before.

Quickly, Yula snapped out of her daze.

When the lady saw clearly the ball of silk in the palm of her hand, she once again fell to her knees—

Divine Grace!

Yet another Divine Grace!

Indeed...

I am the chosen one!

The lady had not a shred of doubt, only believing she was being watched over by the "Lady of Suffering."

At this, the lady was extremely excited.

Being watched over by the "Lady of Suffering," what did it mean?

It meant that she would definitely attain the high position she had always dreamt of.

Huff! Huff!

After several deep breaths, Yula emptied a jewelry box of its contents and placed the 'Sacred Silk' inside.

Then, she walked back to Lucius, who was still in tears.

"You ran full into Yula as she was leaving, and she gave you a slap."

"And you successfully obtained what you wanted in the deserted cabin."

"You remember there were two secret compartments in the suitcase."

"One compartment was empty."

"The other compartment contained the 'Pain Church's' Sacred Relic, 'Sacred Silk'."

"And it wasn't until that moment that you confirmed Yula's identity as a member of the 'Pain Church,' which surprised you, yet also gave you a sense of relief."

"You finally understood why Yula targeted you from the very beginning."

"Because you are also a member of the 'Pain Church.'

"In order to take revenge, you first joined the 'Pain Church,' and then infiltrated the 'Inland River Cult'!

"This time, having obtained the Sacred Relic, you can now exchange it for power with the South Los 'Spirit Medium.'

"But this Sacred Relic is precious!

"You can negotiate for more!"

"So, you plan to extract some interest from the 'Inland River Cult': you hope to cooperate more deeply with the South Los 'Spirit Medium,' and together obliterate all the followers of the 'Inland River Cult' at the Port Dordot of West Berlin."

Yula hypnotized Lucius once more with a secret technique.

The young Avenger nodded dimly.

This time, Yula took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from Lucius's face, and the imprint of the slap on his face excited the lady.

She was eager to see the Port Dordot of West Berlin engulfed in Blaze.

Those cultists deserved to be reduced to ashes in the Blaze.

However, she knew she mustn't be impatient.

She, too, needed to endure.

With this endurance, Yula left the cabin.

About two minutes later, Lucius fully regained consciousness.

The young Avenger sat up from the couch.

Noticing nothing amiss, and perceiving not the slightest clue, he just murmured to himself—

"So that's how it is!"

As he spoke, the young Avenger took out the jewelry box containing the 'Sacred Silk,' his eyes once again brimming with hatred.

He knew, with the Sacred Silk, he would definitely have the chance to take revenge.

'Father, Mother!

You must be protecting me, right?

It has to be!

Wait for me, I'm going to contact the South Los 'Spirit Medium' right away!'

Thinking this, Lucius stood up.

But the pain on his cheek made the young Avenger decide to stop by the washroom to tend to his injury before leaving.

At the very least...

He needed a mask.

...

Pu pu pu!

In the top cabin, Arthur spewed out all the watermelon seeds into an empty plate, planning to clean up later—At this moment, the young 'Spirit Medium' missed Ms. Anna terribly.

If Ms. Anna were here, he wouldn't need to worry about these things at all.

Ms. Anna would clean it all up silently.

And then?

They would also prepare fresh fruit and snacks for him.

But this journey was destined to continue without Ms. Anna.

Although South Los had many allies, partners, and subordinates, No. 2 Cork Street still needed someone to take care of it.

Ms. Anna was the best choice for that.

As for the Death Serpent Banyan?

There would be no problem in battle, but receiving guests was an issue.

Although Merlin and Gawain were intelligent, their status as servants meant they could not fulfill the role of 'rejecting' guests.

But Ms. Anna was different.

If Ms. Anna refused, most likely no guest would object.

After throwing the melon rind he had carved out into the other hand of the Hand of Void, Arthur picked up the remaining half of the watermelon.

The show, however, was far from over.

In fact, it was just getting to the main event—

A little earlier in time, Toran had taken out the Messenger Stone in Mr. Gwen's washroom and began to contact the High Priest within the cult.

Almost instantly, the deep voice of the High Priest came from the stone.

"Toran, how did it go?"

"Your Excellency, the High Priest, we have failed.

It was the Pain Church that interfered.

They wanted to provoke a war between us and the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los, but the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los astutely discovered this and informed us.

At the same time, he also holds a list of spies from our 'Pain Church' within the cult."

After giving a brief account, Toran began to describe in detail what had happened on the docks.

It took a full twenty minutes before the priest of the Inland River Cult finally stopped.

"I understand!

Toran, it's not your fault!

On the contrary, you have brought us a new opportunity—

Now!

I shall seek guidance from Your Crown!

Your Crown will show me the way!"

After the deep voice had spoken, the Messenger Stone dimmed.

But Toran did not dare to leave.

He knew very well that after the High Priest had sought guidance from the Divine Lord, he would be informed of the results.

So Toran waited patiently.

While Toran was waiting patiently, Achisto was sweating profusely.

As the High Priest of the Inland River Cult, Achisto had no extraordinary Talent, and even though he had mastered some secret techniques, the Arcana Level was his limit.

Initially, Achisto had planned to find a secluded place to become a minor lord and live out his days.

Things started off smoothly.

After swearing loyalty to the Golden Lion Family with his strength, Achisto received a small town and two villages on the edge of Inner Bay's inland.

While he didn't have a proper manor, Achisto was extremely content.

A manor could be built later.

The land and the Noble status were what mattered most.

Just as Achisto was preparing to make his mark on his territory, an influential person from the Golden Lion Family appeared before him and handed him a secret mission.

Therefore, he became the High Priest of the Inland River Cult.

Refuse?

Achisto didn't dare.

Although he had acquired land and Noble status, there were more than one or two Nobles who had disappeared in South County, not to mention those who died at the hands of bandits and robbers.

Achisto did not wish to become the next one.

So he worked diligently.

As a result, the Inland River Cult grew stronger.

Not long ago, a secret message from the Golden Lion Family stirred the High Priest's heart.

A member of the Golden Lion Family, lost to the world and renowned for brilliance.

For the Golden Lion Family, this was good news.

But for his superior, it wasn't.

So he planned to eliminate the individual and gain favor with his boss.

Unexpectedly, a mistake occurred.

Although Achisto did not know where the oversight happened, a mistake was a mistake, and knowing this well, he immediately wiped his sweat, took out the Messenger Stone, and contacted that influential person, speaking in the most respectful voice—

"Mr. Gleisa Hamlet!"