They all call me master.

Chapter 686 Port I

Arthur nodded.

"Of course!"

Having said these words, Arthur opened the copper lock of the black wooden box.

Inside was a long-handled curved bucket.

The bowl is heather root and the extended handle is black metal.

Of course, these are not the main points. The main point is that there is a line of small characters wrapped in wave patterns engraved on the extended handle.

Or to be more precise, a name——

Malinda.

Arthur saw the name, raised his hand and gently stroked it, feeling the traces in it.

Different from the beauty of a name in cursive script.

The traces left by the seal carving are sharper.

Just like Malinda.

"You carved it?"

Arthur asked, looking up.

Melinda, who was watching Arthur stroking the long handle of his pipe, nodded calmly.

"How about it?"

The lady then asked for an evaluation.

"I love so much."

Arthur said this and took out the small bag of tobacco that he had put in the Box of Athos.

As soon as the bag was opened, a light sweet smell appeared, a mixture of mint, apple, and honey - this was what Melinda had given to Arthur before.

After seeing this, Melinda's smile widened.

"As a novice, just pick two grams and put them in."

Having said these words, the lady stood up.

“We will arrive at the port of Dordot tomorrow, and I need to prepare.

Whether it is the Marquis or the lady, I need to take them seriously."

After saying that, the lady didn't stay long and left.

Melinda passed through the smoke and returned to South Los, with a smile even brighter than before on her face.

She saw Pendragon leave.

She also saw the figures of a cat and a dog as the fireworks rose on the other side of the river.

So, she is very happy.

“You guy…

What a bad guy! "

Melinda murmured softly.

Then the lady took a deep breath and focused her eyes.

She thought about what might happen tomorrow.

She knew very well that her current strength was not enough.

Even though she tried her best to catch up, the bad guy was getting faster and faster.

"really……

Before, I slacked off.”

Melinda muttered to herself as she walked straight towards the basement of No. 6 White Bird Street.

This basement is the entrance to a hidden chamber.

And that secret room was only known to Melinda.

After going through complicated mechanisms and a series of [pictures and words], Melinda walked down the stairs, passed through a 133-meter corridor, and continued down.

Here is the spiral staircase.

There are four doors on this stepped street.

Melinda chose the correct door and walked in.

Inside is stored——

coffin!

Two coffins!

One mouthful contained her father, Grand Knight of the Knights Templar of the West Coast.

One of them contained her mother, the previous generation heiress of the West Coast's 'Blood Crow Family'.

Melinda walked between the two coffins and placed her hands on the coffin lids.

"Father, mother."

the lady called softly.

Immediately, a slight noise came from the two coffins.

Like a slight air strike, a slap.

more like...

breathe!

Feeling such sounds, unprecedented memories emerged in Melinda's eyes.

She remembered her mother and her father.

She still remembered the hatred, so she wanted her parents to avenge themselves.

Likewise, this is the path she chose.

It is also her biggest trump card.

And now?
She was prepared to borrow a little help from her parents.

The next moment, the power unique to the undead rose from the two coffins. However, unlike the pure undead, the power of the undead in one of the two coffins carried a sense of holiness, while the other was more evil.

They temporarily gathered in Melinda's body.

hum!
The world's blockade of "enterers" was directly shattered.

Behind Melinda, two shadows appeared and disappeared.

……

After Arthur put two grams of tobacco into his pipe, he looked at the XP information that came this morning.

[The reputation of the Lord of the Inland River has made everyone suspicious. Some people believe it, while others are skeptical. But no matter what, more people are beginning to take you seriously; XP+800]

[More people have heard your name: XP+600]

……

Obviously, after the previous incident, the daily XP value has returned to its former peak.

And the title of the master of the 'Inland River God'?

Arthur also needs to take his place.

Arthur believed that this would bring him a huge amount of XP.

After all, it's different from ordinary people just watching the fun.

There are many fanatical believers in the 'Inner River Cult'. These people are definitely the best source of XP. As long as they are recognized, it will be a huge income.

There may even be unexpected surprises.

Does Zealot generate XP reliably?

Arthur kept thinking about this question.

After all, according to the current understanding of XP, people know his name.

You know, this word is very interesting.

Knowing and remembering are one category.

Knowing and forgetting is another category.

The latter, when remembered, will provide new XP.

If the former is remembered and the impression is deepened, will it provide more XP?

Arthur didn't know.

But he was willing to try.

It’s not that Arthur likes to lie or anything like that.

XP is really lacking.

5200XP.

That was all Arthur had now.

And how much does he need?

99999 points!
The ultimate entry level for 'Level 99999' is XP points!

Arthur, who had experienced the extreme once, of course knew the benefits. He must enter the extreme, and only in this way could he truly step onto the 'Seventeenth Level' - this was Arthur's intuition.

Arthur believed this very much.

He trusts his instincts.

He also believed that it was impossible for him to achieve the required XP reduction of 1-2 points every day in a short period of time using conventional means.

"Alas, you guys forced me to do this."

Arthur sighed in his heart.

Then he lay back on his bed with his pipe in his mouth.

You mean the food on the table?

Where does the food come from?

The plates were licked clean.

The same goes for the ones the chef delivered later.

Clean and pure, not a single bit left.

night, deeper.

The party on the shore of Westrond did not end, and the noise continued until late at night.

Therefore, the departure time of the "Orient" was delayed a little. Even if it went downstream, it was not until the evening of the next day when the passengers on the "Orient" saw the bustling port of Dordot.

Arthur put away another [Mikhailo's Strong Touch (Incomplete)] that Yura had sent him at noon today.

Throughout the process, the crippled Abel protested.

The incomplete blood-sucking ancestor said that it would not be parasitized, let alone resurrected.

But Arthur chose to ignore it.

These two are precious chips!

Now, it’s far from the time to throw it out!
While Arthur was pondering a new plan in his mind, he looked at the port of Dordot which was getting closer and closer, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a natural smile.

The young 'medium' seemed to be talking to himself.

“A wonderful night…begins!”

(End of this chapter)