They all call me master.

Chapter 738 God's Arrival VI

Bethling, Beth City.

After seeing off the last customer, the owner and his wife began to close Smith Tavern.

Mrs. Smith, the bartender, was a thin but not short young lady with her hair neatly combed back into a ponytail, revealing her broad forehead.

"Smith, put the stools away, wipe the table clean and go upstairs quickly - the fruit wine I brewed should be ready for you to try."

Faced with his wife's call, Mr. Smith, who was busy, froze.

Unlike Mrs. Smith who was tall and thin, Mr. Smith was tall and fat, with thick arms and broad shoulders, which were enough to intimidate anyone.

In fact, in the early days of Smith's Tavern, those street thugs had experienced what it was like to fall asleep with one punch and fall asleep the moment they lay down.

After Mr. Smith fought ten people at once, peace returned to Smith Tavern.

But even Mr. Smith, who was able to fight ten people alone, felt pain in his lower back after hearing his wife's hint.

Is that a fruit wine thing?

That's something that makes me kneel down!

Just as Mr. Smith was using the lame excuse of "I'm too tired today, I owe you one" to prevaricate his wife, a vision suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The illusion was fleeting.

But this Mr. Smith has seen clearly that he doesn’t have much left… No, it should be said that even in this era, it is rare that one of his believers has died.

To be precise, he was sacrificed.

Sacrificed to another guy.

The guy was very alert and blocked his vision, preventing him from seeing clearly.

However, this did not hinder him and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The guy didn't want to be found.

He didn't want to either.

He once rebelled against this era, but after he was crushed by the wheel of fate in the name of "gunpowder", he gave up.

Especially after he was picked up by his wife, he gave up completely.

As the number of believers decreased, he gradually came to his senses.

So, he knew what he wanted.

He just wanted to spend the rest of his life with his wife.

The quiet kind.

Of course, if anyone tried to break the silence, he would smash their head.

'Do you want to leave Beth?

But Rachel likes it here.

Moreover, this tavern is her hard work...

Damn!

I have given up everything, why do you still want to provoke me! '

Subconsciously, Mr. Smith clenched his fist.

However, when the solid wooden stool in his hand was about to break, Mr. Smith came to his senses. The process was very covert, but Mrs. Smith had already discovered the abnormality after three years of married life.

"Smith?"

Mrs. Smith inquired.

"It's okay, I just want to ask if I can owe you one..."

Mr. Smith's voice became lower and lower.

Because, the smile on Mrs. Smith's face.

The smile was very formal and emotionless.

This made Mr. Smith understand that this was his wife's refusal, and if he didn't want anything unexpected to appear in the food he ate in the next three to five days, he'd better agree.

"Okay, okay, I'll go taste the fruit wine you brewed in a moment!"

Mr. Smith looked as if he had lost all hope in life.

Mrs. Smith's face lit up immediately.

The formulaic smile was gone.

"Okay, I'll wait for you, dear!"

Mrs. Smith said as she walked upstairs.

When she walked into the bedroom and confirmed that her husband was still downstairs, Mrs. Smith's face darkened.

Just now, her former 'friend', Mihaylo, who was also known as the 'Lady of Pain', sent her a signal for help and promised her many benefits.

If it's three years...

Do not!
If it was six years ago, before she met Smith, she would have agreed without hesitation. But now?

impossible!
She already has Smith, her own business, and is trying hard to conceive her next generation - although due to her special physique, the chance of conception is very low, but she believes that with Smith's physical fitness like a bull, their children will be born smoothly.

She had never expected that a guy she picked up casually could be so strong.

Mrs. Smith couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth when she thought of her husband.

But immediately, the lady frowned.

As a friend of the 'Ms. Pain', she knew her style of doing things.

If she didn't help, she might become the other party's bargaining chip.

Do not!
Even if I go, it will be like this!
'Bette can't stay any longer!
Got to leave!

Get out of here!'

Thinking of this, the lady leaned out of the bedroom and shouted to her husband who was dawdling downstairs -

"Rui Xiu, if you don't finish your work in five minutes, you will wake up fifty minutes later tomorrow morning!"

"Okay, right away!"

Hearing her husband's panicked voice, the lady immediately spoke again.

"By the way, I heard that Neiwan is going to hold the 'Southern County Swordsmanship Competition'. Should we go and take a look?

I've heard this many times before.

But I never had the chance to go.”

The lady knew quite well how to persuade her husband.

In fact, the same is true.

Mr. Smith, who was thinking about how to stay out of the spotlight, immediately seized the opportunity.

"certainly!
I've never seen a decent fencing match!

Moreover, we didn’t really visit Neiwan.

How about we leave early and treat it as a vacation for ourselves?"

Mr. Smith said smoothly.

"OK!
Three more minutes, darling!"

The lady nodded repeatedly and reminded her husband.

Mr. Smith smiled wryly.

However, immediately this gentleman's eyes became as determined as if he had joined the party.

He also wants to have a child.

It is not just the continuation of his and his wife's bloodline.

More...

Protect your wife!

He always worried about the worst, at least his wife was safe.

Unfortunately, his bloodline is too special, and the chance of pregnancy is greatly reduced.

but……

Certainly possible!

Thinking this in his heart, Mr. Smith locked the door and quickly went upstairs.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

When the morning sun appeared again, the captain and first mate of the "Orient" began to inspect the ship again, while Old John, the boatswain, directed the sailors to carry all the daily necessities on board.

As the owner of the Vostok, Arthur was greeting Ekaterina Otto von Siberling who came to see him off.

Next to the eldest daughter of the Marquis of West Berlin was the chief guard of the Marquis of West Berlin, who kept a distance of two meters and provided protection throughout the process.

"Thank you for seeing me off."

Looking at Ekaterina who was seen off in her best attire, Arthur said politely - he knew very well that after the previous incident, the Marquis of West Berlin was going to take advantage of the situation and let his eldest daughter step onto the stage of the Lord of West Berlin.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also the announcement to the world of the union of the West Berlin family and the Kratos family.

Arthur knew this very well.

The same is true for Ekaterina.

So, the lady was somewhat reluctant, but for the sake of her family, her father, and herself, she still chose to walk towards Arthur with a disguised smile.

But what happened next caught the lady off guard.

She stood there in a daze.

(End of this chapter)