They all call me master.

Chapter 642: Tentacles. Next!
Arthur quickly recorded the contents of the notebook as Lucius flipped through it.

The 'River God Cult' had two bases in West Berlin.

Among them, the most important stronghold is the 'Port of Dordot'.

In this most important coastal port city in West Berlin, the number of members of the "River Cult" has grown from less than 30 three years ago to about 300.

Among these 300 people, there are a large number of middle-class people.

Another one is the port's tax collector.

The person in charge of them is 'Delpok', a priest of the 'Inner River Cult'.

A mysterious person who has no blessings but possesses the secret technique to enter the realm.

The previous raid on the port base of the Lady of Suffering was the work of Delpork. This priest sacrificed 12 loyal believers in exchange for an "entry" attack that caused the inland river water to flood the shipyard.

'Inner River God Cult' comes from Neiwan.

The tavern built by the 'River Cult' next to the 'Eitel Lane' in West Berlin has developed into a place similar to a 'secret market'.

They recruit reliable people there.

They also asked twelve of them to form a mercenary group called the 'Riptide Squad'.

Previously, the tragedy in Dora Village was committed by the 'Inner River Cult'.

The massacre of Aken'er's village was also committed by the 'Inner River Cult'.

It is said to be related to the wealthy 'Bert Family' in Neiwan.

……

The contents of the notes are very complicated and most of them are irrelevant.

Fortunately, as Arthur's spirituality increased, his memory became much stronger. He remembered everything completely after just watching it once with Lucius.

By the time Lucius read it for the second time, Arthur had already memorized it.

Next, of course, I took the notes I wrote down and checked whether there were any mistakes.

After confirming that there was no mistake, Arthur stared at Lucius and thought about what had just happened.

The scene where the tentacles emerge from Yura's ears!
Even though there was no reminder of his [death intuition] at this moment, Arthur's [spirituality] still told him the danger of that thing.

In fact, such a reminder is not necessary at all.

Just one glance and Arthur would retreat.

Arthur didn't want to become a puppet like Yura.

That's right!

It's a puppet!
In Arthur's eyes, Yura was completely possessed, and he didn't even know it.

even……

Memories are manipulated.

Arthur now felt that most of the things Melinda had previously investigated about Yura might have been experienced personally by Yura himself.

It was only after coming into contact with that tentacle that his memory was changed.

Of course, none of this matters.

What's important is the 'ability' of the tentacle!
To be able to transform someone from an ordinary mystical person directly into a 'Major Arcana level' is nothing to be sniffed at.

You know, most of those praised awakeners have reached the Major Arcana level.

In fact, the ultimate goal of life for most of the noble children is the "Major Arcana level".

'how did you do that?
Can power be instilled so easily?

Or is the power only temporary?

still is……

That thread is a special material I don't know about?

Arthur paced in the cabin from one corner to the opposite corner, stroked the Pendragon, and under the puzzled gaze of the kitten, Arthur picked up the orange tea and walked back to another corner of the room.

Regular pacing can make onlookers feel bored and sleepy.

Pacing without any regular pattern will make bystanders feel irritated.

This is undoubtedly the case with Pendragon.

Meow meow meow!
Pendragon began to protest.

But Arthur ignored it.

Not only did he ignore it, but the young 'medium' also had a smile on his face that frightened the kitten.

It's the kind of smile that makes a 'hehehe' sound in your ears when the corners of your mouth are slightly raised.

Pendragon subconsciously tried to slip away, but was caught by Arthur.

"Pan, perhaps we have discovered something extraordinary."

Arthur communicated with Pendragon through eye contact.

'Meow?'

Pendragon looked puzzled, but as a kitten, he had to admit that the scene just now did make him curious.

It would be great if it could be given that kind of way to increase its strength.

"No, no, no, improving strength is worth exploring, but what I care more about is the tentacle itself."

Arthur immediately corrected his little cat's wrong view and helped it get to the bottom of the matter.

'Meow! '

Pendragon warned Arthur and told him the danger.

Arthur nodded in agreement.

'Of course, we can't just do it recklessly.

That's not the style of a 'psychic'.

You must remember that your master, Arthur Kratos, is a young, honest, simple and kind 'medium', and definitely not a robber.

remember--

We are always partners for justice!'

Arthur informed Pendragon formally.

Pendragon nodded as if he understood.

'Meow?'

Then, the kitten subconsciously asked what he should do.

Arthur smiled immediately.

'wait!

Don’t forget, we still have an actor preparing!
And he?

That's the key!'

Arthur told Pendragon, then he half leaned back in the lounge chair on the deck outside the house, holding the kitten in his arms, feeling the warm sun of early spring.

He raised his hand and a cup of sweetened orange tea appeared in his hand.

Pendragon tilted his head and meowed, and a small dried fish floated in front of him from a distance.

Arthur didn't mind Pendragon eating snacks on him, and just comfortably felt the sea breeze and listened to the sound of the waves.

"Pan, life, that's what it is, isn't it?"

Arthur asked.

"Meow!"

Pan nodded immediately.

'This is a shitty life!
Profiteer!

Damn profiteers!
You all should be purified!'

And Tolan, who was far away in South Los, cursed in his heart.

After the orange juice scam at the food stand, Toland was then "cheated" by the owners of the tailor shop, hat shop, and cane shop in turn.

The finest garments are made of the worst fabric.

Great hat, actually second hand.

The worst was the cane shop. The cane was obviously broken, and then they repaired it, but they dared to sell it at the original price, and even shamelessly said that it had withstood the test of time.

Under normal circumstances, only a fool would buy it!

In order to escape possible pursuers, he had to buy it.

Wearing exquisite ready-made clothes, a fine hat, and holding a cane that had been tested by the years, Tolan looked at the house not far away. The only priest of the "Inner River God Cult" in Nanlos quickly adjusted his breathing and emotions.

He finally ran out.

Next?
He wants to make the entire Nanlos feel pain!
Especially that 'blasphemer'...

Arthur Kratos!

(End of this chapter)