They all call me master.

Chapter 687 Port II

At ten o'clock in the morning, the port of Dordot was cleaned up.

Not only was the garbage cleared, the entire port was carefully flushed.

Even the most remote corners were checked one by one by the port’s city defense forces.

Of course, this kind of inspection is more of a warning.

A warning to those who make a living in the gray and black areas not to be blind.

This of course aroused the curiosity of the people in the port.

Many people speculated that some important figure must have come, which is why he was treated so grandly.

Some even said that the Marquis of West Berlin would personally welcome this important figure.

Speculations arose, but the crowds were dispersed.

In order to ensure safety and cleanliness, the port of Dordot was under martial law at noon.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Just after five o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of horse hooves attracted the attention of the residents in the port of Dordot.

These residents who were strictly ordered to stay at home looked at the appearance of the cavalry of a hundred people and the fluttering of the blue eagle flag in the wind as the cavalry advanced. Everyone gasped.

As a West Berliner, no one would be unfamiliar with the eagle flag of the Margrave's house in West Berlin.

There is no doubt that this cavalry is the personal guard of the Marquis.

Everyone's curiosity reached its peak.

Although there had been some speculations before, when people were about to see it, it was still difficult to conceal their curiosity. The residents of Dordot Port couldn't help but envy those who could go to the dock.

At least, they could see with their own eyes who that big shot was.

However, Catherine is definitely not included here.

The youngest daughter of the West Berlin Marquis was complaining to her sister at the moment:

“Why did my father ask me to greet that guy?
What kind of pact did that guy sign with my father?"

The complaints were very low. The Marquis's little daughter was no fool. Of course, she had already noticed the difference in this reception. Especially her father's repeated instructions made Catherine feel unprecedentedly uneasy.

"Ugh."

Jacqueline glanced at her sister and sighed, a hint of self-mockery flashing in her emerald eyes.

There is no answer, but it is better than any answer.

Although she is a twin of Catherine and is only a few minutes older than her, Jacqueline is unusually mature.

So, Jacqueline knew more.

For example, her father planned to give her and her sister as gifts to the Nanlos 'medium'.

For example, in order to gain acceptance from the Nanlos 'medium', my father also planned to open the family library in West Berlin.

Another example...

After I became pregnant, the first thing I had to do was return to West Berlin to visit my relatives.

Jacqueline knew what her father wanted to do.

But Jacqueline did not resist.

In other words, dare not resist.

Because Jacqueline knew very well that she and Catherine were only her father's daughter in name only.

Even though they are related by blood, her father never treats them as daughters.

"Sister, don't sigh!

Don’t forget, we still have…”

Just as Catherine was about to say something, her mouth was covered by Jacqueline.

The third daughter of the West Berlin Marquis shook her head seriously.

'Katherine, be quiet!'

Jacqueline's voice came to my mind.

This is a natural ability that only twins can possess. The two discovered this ability when they were very young - for this reason, they kept it as a little secret between each other.

As they grow older, this ability has become an indispensable way for the two of them to communicate, especially in public places, where it is extremely convenient.

"I understand, sister."

Catherine nodded.

"Deer are hunted for their horns, and we are similar - that person is our trump card, and will also become my death warrant. If my father finds out...

We will die without a burial place.' Jacqueline warned her sister again.

'I know, I know!'

Catherine kept saying this.

Compared to her older sister Jacqueline's maturity, Catherine is a little naive, but she is not stupid. She knows her situation very well, but...

She is not convinced!

Why was she born to be a tool and a bargaining chip?
But some people can just sit back and reap the benefits?
They are all daughters of the Marquis of West Berlin!
Jacqueline glanced at her sister and sighed again in her heart.

'Different.'

'But I won't give up!'

Katherine said.

"There is still a chance."

Jacqueline hinted.

Immediately, Catherine's eyes lit up.

'Sister, what do you mean?'

Jacqueline didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.

Then Catherine became excited.

The rest of the time was spent in anticipation of the youngest daughter of the Marquis of West Berlin.

Also full of expectations is...

Archisto!

As the high priest of the "Inland River Cult", Archistos rushed to the port of Dortmund almost overnight.

For Archistos, as the high priest, he must be present at such times.

Otherwise, how could I receive the reward from that great man?
Of course, at this time, it is natural to talk about God's will——

"Tonight, it is time for your majesty's divine glory to shine upon the port of Dordot!"

Archisto was wearing a light blue priest robe, and his deep voice seemed even more holy at this moment.

The deacons of the 'Inland River Cult' at the port of Dordot all had flushed faces and fanatical eyes.

No shouting.

There was no oath.

Because they had already prepared for the holy war.

Although the deacons present were only a part of the force of the Port of Dordot, Archisto believed that the rest would be even more fanatical.

Because...

Those people want to stand closer to God.

Thinking in his heart, the high priest looked to the corner.

There, a handsome young man was watching the scene with a smile.

The gray-blue priest robe revealed the other party's identity.

Delpok, the head of the 'River Cult' in the port of Dordot.

It is precisely because of the existence of the other party that the "Inland River Cult" can develop smoothly in the port of Dordot.

Of course, none of this matters.

What’s important is that the other party is the confidant of that big shot.

He was specially sent by the eldest son of the old lion from Neiwan.

Therefore, Archisto, who was quite self-aware, naturally knew what to do.

The high priest of the Inland River Cult smiled first, and then said softly:

"Priest Delpork, are you ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Cult of Pain?"

"certainly!
I can’t wait!”

The young priest replied very respectfully.

As he spoke, the young priest bowed.

Archisto was very satisfied with this.

However, what Archisto did not notice was the sneer on Delpork's face and the deep disdain in his eyes as he bowed.

(End of this chapter)