They all call me master.

Chapter 713: The Words of the Snake V

The long sword pierced through his chest, and Archistos' voice was stuck in his throat.

The high priest of the 'Inner River Cult' stared with his eyes wide open, lowering his head and looking at the blood-stained sword.

"Do not!

Lord Hamlet, no!

not like this!"

Archisto murmured.

However, the result will not change.

The ripples behind him began to surge again, and the sword was about to be retracted.

Archisto grabbed the blade.

"My Lord Hamlet, it's not my fault!

This is all Toland's fault!
I just believed the slander of the villain!"

Archisto tried his best to explain.

However, the sword did not stagnate at all.

The blade trembled slightly.

The next moment, fingers and palms flew into the air, and a huge gash was opened on Archisto's chest.

puff!
Blood flew.

The figure kneels on the ground.

"My Lord Hamlet, you promised me, you promised me!"

Archisto, who was kneeling there, raised his voice from low to high.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

The long sword swept across the neck of the high priest of the Inland River Cult. His head flew high into the air and then fell heavily to the ground. He stared at the Inland River with his eyes open until his death.

The water is full of ripples and the waves are roaring.

Standing on the deck of her arcane ship, Greysa Hamlet shook her sword.

Immediately, all the blood on the sword blade fell into the inner river.

The scarlet faded rapidly.

Eventually, it disappeared.

The old lion's eldest son slowly put away his sword without even looking at the port of Dordot.

For the eldest son of the old lion, Archistos' death was already predetermined.

Especially after Delporc, whom he had cultivated with great effort, died, what reason did Archistos, as an abandoned child, have to not die?
Die! Die!
Only if Archisto died too would the old lion's eldest son feel any better.

At the very least, it would lead him to believe that it was Archistos who had caused the error in his plan, rather than his own miscalculation.

'It's not me who's wrong, it's Archistos!'

Gracias Hamlet told herself this.

Then, the eldest son of the old lion turned his gaze towards the white passenger ship on the surface of the inland river.

"Arthur Kratos, you win this round!

But, it’s just this one round!

Later, when your "Vostok" passes through Einhas Territory and Beth Territory, I will welcome you even more warmly.

Of course, if you can reach the inner bay.

Then I will give you a chance to really face me!"

With a proud declaration full of aristocratic manner, the eldest son of the old lion turned and walked into the cabin.

The golden cloak then fluttered in the night.

The mystical ship disappeared on the river.

It was as if it had never appeared at all.

Only at the dock, the head with wide eyes told everything silently.

Tolan stood there in a daze, his eyes completely out of focus.

The faith of this 'Inner River Cult' priest collapsed.

Archisto's words.

Archisto's experience.

They are destroying the once indestructible beliefs bit by bit.

As his faith was destroyed, the priest's heart also began to die.

It won't be long before the priest becomes a soulless body, living like a walking corpse.

However, the priest was lucky.

because--

The eyes of the Nanlos psychic were fixed on the lucky man.

"Good evening, Mr. Toland."

With the pleasant voice, Grindelwald, pale but calm, walked out from the shadows. Dressed in a formal suit and holding a crown-shaped cane, he looked as relaxed as if he had just attended a salon.

Tolan heard the greeting.

However, at this moment, the priests of the 'Inner River Cult' did not react at all.

Grindelwald didn't mind this, but smiled. "People who are fragile at heart are worthy of respect.

Because, most of the time, they are good people.

But good people are too trusting.”

Grindelwald said softly.

This time, Tolland responded.

The young priest looked at the white-haired Grindelwald.

"Do you think what this guy said is true?"

Grindelwald pointed to the body on the ground.

"I have no idea!"

The young priest subconsciously wanted to admit that what Archistos said was true. After all, the corpse was right in front of him. What could be more real than this?

But his long-standing beliefs made him unwilling to believe.

Even though, deep down I know it might be false.

Faith brings rebirth.

Faith makes people firm.

Faith makes people happy.

All the positive guidance makes faith extremely terrifying.

It will make people blind and unreasonable.

Grindelwald doesn't need anyone like that.

He needs followers.

But his followers could not disobey the rules.

"Let's go, gather all the followers of the 'Inner River Cult' that you can, and I will show you the real side of it."

Grindelwald said this and walked away.

The gentleman sang softly:

“The god has a shape, like a snake, very long and thick.

Breath of God, extremely poisonous.

God commands, and the snakes obey."

Under the night sky, singing leisurely.

Tolan's whole body trembled. The young priest finally thought of the rumor not long ago, 'the master of the inland god, the Nanlos psychic Arthur Kratos'!
Could it be! Could it be!
A trembling feeling as if electricity was flowing through my whole body appeared.

Before!

Even half an hour ago, the young priest would not have acknowledged the rumor.

but now!

The young priest hoped from the bottom of his heart that the rumor was true!

Moreover, the young priest has already started praying!

Everything changes.

Delicious food will spoil over time.

The sweet air will start to smell bad with the continuous rain.

Absolutely disagree with the last moment.

The next moment of great support.

In just a moment, everything was reversed.

Because the one who controls all this is the psychic.

It is a Nanlos psychic who makes the impossible possible.

Vostok, top deck, terrace.

Melinda watched Grindelwald and Toland leave. The lady curled her lips and turned to look at Jacqueline who was feeling uneasy.

"Can the Church of Pain be allowed to leave temporarily?"

Malinda asked.

"Of course!"

Jacqueline nodded, and then gave the order using the communication stone.

When she decided to come to the 'Orient', Jacqueline was ready to cooperate.

Jacqueline would never refuse a request like this.

But what Malinda said next still made Jacqueline freeze in her tracks -

"Jacqueline, would you like to be my stepsister?"

Melinda asked softly, a welcoming gleam in her blue eyes.

Even though Jacqueline was born into a noble family, she didn't react immediately.

It was more than ten seconds later that the twin sister suddenly came to her senses.

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)