They all call me master.

Chapter 643: Provocation. Go on!
Boom, boom, boom!
Hidden in Tolan's rhythmic knocking on the door was the unique code of the 'Inner River Cult'.

The contact person in the room immediately spoke up:

"who?

If you are here to see Ms. Gwen, please come back in the evening.

She needs to go work for Mr. Harkes during the day."

This is the second code.

Ms. Gwen is a real person and the owner of this house. She is also a conservative and respectful "kind woman". She is not only literate and knows how to count, but also knows how to prepare some herbs. She usually serves as Mr. Hakes's household advisor and helps Mr. Hakes' wife manage their three children, playing a role similar to that of a nanny and a tutor.

So, there is nothing wrong with this passage.

What really matters is the answer.

“Okay, I understand Ms. Gwen needs to work for Mr. Harkes.

But I still hope to meet you.”

Tolland replied.

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was Ms. Gwen's husband, Mr. Gwen.

A man who claims to be a historian but is actually a spy for the "Inner River Cult".

"Hello, Lord Tolan."

Mr. Gwen greeted gently.

Mr. Gwen, who was wearing trousers, a shirt and glasses, had curly red hair and a clean face, but his palms were rough and there was some ink on his fingertips.

This made Tolan always feel awkward when shaking hands.

He always felt a little dirty.

Dirtier than the clothes he was wearing.

Before, the priest of the 'Inner River Cult' could still tolerate coming here for the sake of cleanliness, but after being safe, the priest could no longer tolerate it.

"Can I use the bathroom?"

Tolan asked impatiently.

"of course."

Mr. Gwen smiled and nodded, pointing to the side of the room.

Tolan rushed in immediately.

Mr. Gwen's attention was once again attracted by a document that had just been translated.

"Records of the Inland River Gods".

The god has a physical form, like a snake, extremely long and thick.

Breath of God, extremely poisonous.

God's Order...

"What's behind that?"

Mr. Gwen rubbed his hair in distress.

The "Records of the Inland River Gods" in front of him was purchased from a used bookseller six years ago. When he purchased it, the book was incomplete.

But the common characters of the early empire still attracted him.

To do this, he spent two months' living expenses of his family to buy it.

Then, I served my wife foot washing water for half a year before I could translate in peace.

In fact, the reason why Mr. Gwen joined the 'Inner River God Religion', in addition to supplementing his family income, was because there were more books in the 'Inner River God Religion' to help him translate "Inner River God Records".

"Followed by: The snakes obey."

A calm and convincing voice came from behind.

“The snakes obey?!

It turns out to be like this!
Is this the missing part?"

Gwen muttered to herself almost subconsciously, following the voice.

It was only when the words came out that he suddenly reacted.

Mr. Gwen, who claimed to be a historian, immediately turned around and looked behind him.

A man with an ordinary face but pale hair stood there, looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you?!" Mr. Gwen asked.

Then he picked up the cane that was lying beside the table.

He held it tightly in his hand, using it as a long sword, and his whole body was in a fighting and defensive posture.

It is obvious that this historian is not helpless.

“Hello Mr. Gwen, I mean no harm.

I came here to clear up any misunderstandings.

Lord Tolan, please put down your musket."

Grindelwald said this and looked towards the bathroom - when Gwen asked just now, the sound of washing in the bathroom disappeared.

Then, with the help of the dog's vision, Arthur could clearly see that the priest of the 'Inner River Cult' who seemed to have a bit of mysophobia was taking out a small copper-colored musket with a special shape, about the size of a palm, and was about to raise the gun.

Although the human puppet is special, in order to maintain the personality of his pseudonym, Arthur does not want to be shot.

So, when he opened his mouth, he gave Kulich an order that if Tolan fired a gun, he should bite off Tolan's hand.

Cruel?

No, no.

Grindelwald is the cruel one.

It has nothing to do with him, Arthur Kratos.

Looking through the crack in the door at Grindelwald standing there and smiling at him, Toland hesitated.

Grindelwald's polite manner and sincere tone gave Toland the illusion that he would be convinced. In fact, when he saw the man in front of him, Toland always felt a sense of intimacy.

Is it because of that pale skin?
Or is it because of the pale hair color?

Or is it the cynicism and defiance in those eyes?
Tolan didn't know.

However, Tolan gave it considerable trust.

Although he did not put down his gun, the priest of the 'Inner River God Cult' still walked out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I really bothered you.

If it wasn't an emergency, I wouldn't have come in without telling you."

Grindelwald said this sincerely, while bowing slightly.

This greatly improved Tolan's favor.

Mr. Gwen on the side looked at Grindelwald curiously.

Or……

Mr. Gwen, who claims to be a historian, wants to ask Grindelwald for more knowledge about the early writings of the empire.

However, it is obviously not appropriate at the moment.

So, Mr. Gwen left the conversation to Toland.

"May I ask you are?"

Tolland asked tentatively.

"I am the son of doom who was born in secret, the one favored by the god of death, the contemporary 'Black Cat', the 'Master of the Cat School', the champion of the Nanlos Swordsmanship Tournament, the male owner of Caesar Manor, the winter blessing, the winter guardian, the destroyer of winter monsters, and the leader of the [Black Cats] under the command of the 'medium' Lord Arthur Kratos: Grindelwald."

Grindelwald introduced himself. Even though Tolland had already raised his gun, the leader of the Black Cats did not tremble in his voice. After introducing Arthur completely and saying his own name, the leader of the Black Cats stared at Tolland with sharp eyes and said word by word -

"We all fell into someone else's trap!"

"Ok?"

Toland did not put down the special musket in his hand, and looked back at Grindelwald without avoiding glances.

“To put it simply, everything on the dock has nothing to do with my adults.

Someone is plotting something bad and trying to pin the blame on my master."

Grindelwald continued.

"You said so, right?
Where is the evidence?

Tolan still held the musket in his hand, but his expression was a little relaxed.

Because Tolan himself found it strange. Everything was planned well, but mistakes kept happening. It was as if someone had seen through their plan.

Grindelwald, who had been paying attention to Toland's expression, smiled and lowered his voice and said -

"'The Church of Pain'!"

(End of this chapter)