They all call me master.

Chapter 843 Monsters, Monsters and Monsters III

The burning heat in the little lion's eyes was filled with greed and...

Weird.

Greed comes from the truest desire in one's heart.

He has waited too long.

He wanted to find out the secret of Count Bet's "immortality". After hearing the news from his father, he had this idea.

As a king, he should be immortal.

As a king, he was waiting for his opportunity while preparing himself.

He didn't mind letting Arthur act as a pathfinder, and he was also prepared to take over himself if things really didn't work.

and so--

From the moment he met Count Bette, everything was a test for this moment. The shock, disbelief, and fear expressed in his emotions, as well as the endless secret techniques, were all tests.

Fortunately, he found out.

"time!
It’s time!
Hahaha! "

The little lion couldn't help but laugh happily, and his laughter was loud and hearty.

If 'compensation with flesh and blood' is the lowest end, the lower limit of the little lion's tolerance, then 'time' is what the little lion most hopes for and is most willing to do.

He had chased 'time' countless times.

But nothing was found.

Although there are records of the 'Time Dragon' and the 'Twenty-Seven Items of Hulk. Time Sword' in the Golden Lion Family, the Time Dragon disappeared as early as the Age of Gods with an unknown war.

As for the "Sword of Time", which is the "first of Hulk's twenty-seven tools"?
That was Hulk's personal sword. If one wanted to find the sword, he had to first find the master, and then take it from him.

This is almost impossible, even harder than finding a disappeared time dragon.

After all, the master's whereabouts have always been erratic.

His personality cannot be accurately described in words.

Of course, his strength is even called "God".

Therefore, the little lion had already set his sights on the 'Time Dragon' - the 'Time Dragon' disappeared, but that was the living 'Time Dragon'.

Dead?
Most likely it still exists.

Even getting a scale or some blood would be good.

But this is also fraught with difficulties.

Even though he spent countless manpower and material resources, he only got a few words ten years ago.

Probably in Betheland.

Just maybe.

Not accurate enough.

Sometimes, it can even be biased.

But the little lion has been trying in this direction, and secretly wondering whether it is related to Count Bet.

just now!

Finally proved it!
It's Count Bet!

He didn't know whether Count Bet had obtained the scales of the 'Time Dragon', or its blood, or some other more precious material.

He only knew that these were his now—

"Bring it to you!"

With a whisper, the burning sensation in the little lion's right eye turned into layers of [pictures and words] that were impossible to see clearly. Finally, these [pictures and words] turned pitch black.

The darkness not only covered the little lion's right eye, but also the entire secret room.

When the layers of [pictured language] appeared in the little lion's right eye, surprise and panic appeared on Count Bet's face for the first time.

The whole person retreated rapidly backwards.

The speed has long exceeded ordinary people's cognition.

But, that black is faster.

It seemed that as soon as it appeared, it enveloped the surroundings.

"Mr. Count Bert, have you ever heard of the 'Door of Thieves'?"

There was a hint of pride in the little lion's voice.

“Of course I have.

'The Door of Thieves', a prop made by the 'thief' Carmen using his own path as an anchor, and integrated into his right eye. Together with the 'thief's fearlessness' integrated into his left eye, it was the key to the thief's 'ascending the ladder' and moving all the way up. However, in the 160th year of the Silver Calendar, when the thief was already 151 years old, because he was dissatisfied with the unscrupulous 'blood hunting' of the relatives under the 'blood marquis', the 'thief' went to the territory of the blood marquis.

The result? This 'thief' lost!
A rare loss!
He suffered a tragic defeat that nearly cost him his life. Not only was he seriously injured, but his right eye was plucked out by the 'Blood Marquis' and placed in the collection of the 'Blood Clan'.

After that?
As the 'Blood Clan' was slaughtered by the son of the Blood Marquis, everything disappeared without a trace.

Until it reappeared here again.”

Count Bette replied.

The voice was clear and the tone was calm.

There was no more panic as before.

This took the little lion by surprise.

Suddenly, a feeling of uneasiness arose in my heart.

But Count Bet continued to speak.

"really……

The murder of the Blood Clan was committed by the Golden Lion Clan. Moreover, your family must have noticed what happened that year, and that’s why they are angry and embarrassed, right?”

Count Bert asked back.

"Oh, aren't you angry?
We have all been made a fool of ourselves!"

The little lion sneered, and then began to test Count Bet with a hint like "same camp".

Of course, the 'Door of Thieves' continues.

“Don’t be like this.

If you lose, you lose.

When facing a winner, you need to show the humility of a loser. "

Count Bert denied it.

With the help of the 'Door of Thieves', the little lion could clearly 'see' the earl's slight shaking of his head, and the smile at the corner of his mouth...

Mocking.

The little lion knew very well that Count Bette's mockery was certainly not directed at the victor, the 'Blood Marquis'.

But for him!
He didn't get what he wanted.

The 'Door of Thieves' did not steal the ability he wanted.

Count Bert's 'immortality' does not come from time.

He was fooled.

Almost instantly, the Neiwan heir thought of the news that he accidentally got ten years ago about some materials of the "Time Dragon" appearing in the ancient tomb.

As if he had noticed the little lion's thoughts, Count Bet nodded generously.

"That's right.

I released the news on purpose."

"To lure me in?"

The little lion frowned.

He had overestimated Count Bate more than once before.

But now it seems that he still underestimated the earl.

If the other party really started planning ten years ago, how deep and meticulous must their scheming be?
It’s scary just thinking about it.

Thankfully, Count Bate shook his head.

"How can it be!

I am not a person who is good at scheming and plotting. I spread the news to protect myself!"

“Self-protection?
Are you trying to hide your true abilities?!"

In an instant, the little lion guessed the purpose of Count Bet in front of him.

“Look, I like talking to smart people.

Because it always saves me a lot of trouble and effort.

So, can you keep being smart?

after all--

I didn't expect that the unexpected arrangement at that time would actually allow me to identify the murderer of the Blood Clan. So, Graesa Hamlet, can you tell me the truth about that incident?"

As he said this, Count Bet raised his hand and dug out the little lion's right eye.

(End of this chapter)