They all call me master.

Chapter 886 Dawn Rebellion I

How can people survive when they are caught in the cracks?
You can't be too tough, nor too weak.

Being too tough will only make you be regarded as a potential threat and then be eliminated directly.

If you are too weak, you will be regarded as no threat and then eaten up.

Therefore, when people are caught in a dilemma, they must strike a balance between softness and hardness.

then……

Have the best of both worlds!

It was obvious that this was what the old lion and his cub were planning to do.

simply put--

Dieudonné, the elder brother, the old lion and his cubs want to kill him.

Barrow, this uncle, even the old lion and his cubs are going to be killed.

It is really……

Very good!
Arthur smiled, it was no longer the kind of polite smile he gave during a greeting, but a real smile that came from the inside out - he seemed to hear the wailing in his ears, feel the smell of blood in the wind, and even see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but these made him excited.

Even, it made him feel comfortable.

As if that was how he should be.

The breath of death began to roll.

From invisible to visible.

In the gray, absolute realm of death, the young man sat there cross-legged, chuckling, with brilliance in his eyes.

thump!
Portriman, who had just stood up, fell to his knees again the moment he saw this scene.

The eyes of the left-hand lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' were full of fanaticism.

He saw 'death'.

I also saw the future of 'Dead Poets Society'.

Everything will depend on the young man's thoughts.

Sean and Bonte felt huge waves in their hearts.

The two people in the cat cave were not unaware of Arthur's strength.

However, they didn't know that Arthur actually mastered this pure "death".

In an instant, the two thought of the rumor about the 'black cat'!

A real 'black cat'!
But isn't Arthur a fake?
Why is it so pure?

Is there any misunderstanding?
Could it be that the 'cat hole' has been playing a big game of chess?

The imaginations of the two people in Maodong began to expand.

When the old lion's cub saw Arthur's heart trembling again at this time, he was slightly certain - he was not surprised that Arthur could guess what he was going to do.

Since they met, Arthur has shown wisdom far beyond his years.

What he could think of, Arthur could naturally think of.

But the dead air was unexpected.

The old lion's cub had never imagined that a person could be so like 'death'.

However, at this moment, the old lion's young cub was filled with excitement.

Because he finally understood Arthur's purpose.

Killing! Chaos!

then……

death!

What the other party pursues is "death", a "death" piled up with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

No wonder the other party is called "disaster".

It turns out it was for 'death'.

'Is this your 'path'?

What a horrible 'road'!

The old lion and his cub exclaimed.

Arthur controlled the "death energy" to prevent the outside world from noticing the abnormality here.

For other people, even those in the Dead Poets Society, it is simply impossible to do this.

But what about Arthur?

Don't make this too easy.

It's as simple as a father beating his son.

After beating someone, he can still shout confidently, "Hold it back! If you cry again, I'll beat you!"

As for why?

Of course, it’s because this play is performed for the old lion’s cubs.

Someone outside?

It is not suitable to know too much.

He needs a more 'safe' environment.

The next moment, the glowing contract appeared in front of the old lion's son. After reading it carefully and confirming that there were no untouchable bottom lines, the old lion's son directly signed his name -

"Happy cooperation!"

Arthur said.

"Happy cooperation!"

The old lion's cub bowed slightly.

I felt relieved in my heart.

He was worried that Arthur had just extended his hand to shake his.

He didn't want to get close to 'death'.

Even if there is a contract, he doesn't want to.

This is purely a physiological resistance.

Because of this resistance, the old lion and his cub left very quickly.

Took Sean and Bonte away.

After the outsiders were gone, Arthur simply restrained his deathly aura, which made Portriman, who was kneeling there, feel a little bit of pity - as the left lead singer of the "Dead Poets Society", he liked that kind of rich deathly aura very much, and it would be like a dream if he could live in it.

But, facing Arthur.

Portriman would never force anything.

He knelt there, waiting respectfully for Arthur's instructions.

In fact, at this moment, Potriman was much more excited than when he received Arthur's message.

It's not that allegiances change.

It's a change in strength.

Portliman's stubbornness has already determined that the left-hand lead singer of "Dead Poets Society" will never change his loyalty to Arthur, but before Arthur truly grows up, he can only conceal this loyalty, even if this loyalty seems to him to be absolutely correct.

Because there are too many people who cannot understand this loyalty.

And now?
no need!

His loyalty can become aboveboard.

This made Portriman extremely excited.

It’s like the inner thoughts that have been suppressed for ten years have finally found a way to be expressed through a tree hole, and I can’t wait to yell them out.

Arthur observed the left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' calmly.

"A person who is carried away by his own 'right will'?"

Arthur sighed inwardly.

People who coerce others are disgusting.

It is terrible to be entangled in people.

The former simply has bad intentions, so just stay away from them. If you can't avoid them, you can even kill them directly.

But what about the latter?

The latter cannot be avoided or escaped.

Especially in most cases, such people will do things that hurt others under the pretext of "I'm doing this for your own good."

The most terrifying thing is that such people will never think they are wrong until they die.

Such people will only think of themselves as lonely "martyrs" who are not understood by others.

Arthur always kept his distance from such people.

unless……

The "correct will" that was engulfed came from him.

Therefore, Arthur's attitude towards Portriman was extremely friendly.

Grilled fish reappeared.

There is a Lannister spice jar.

The quality of the grilled fish was absolutely recognized by Portriman.

Moreover, the left lead singer of the 'Dead Poets Society' was not at all surprised - in his opinion, it was normal for Arthur, the 'Son of Death', to master these things.

'Death' is not penance.

'Death' is the end.

And when you reach the end, the process will surely be splendid.

This process must be surrounded by delicious food, beautiful women and beautiful scenery.

A joyful process.

That will make the result wonderful.

This is what 'Dead Poets Society' recognizes.

Feeling the delicious taste on the tip of his tongue, Portriman did not forget Arthur's earlier inquiry.

He lowered his voice and said -

"Your Highness, the location of the gold mine has been confirmed!"

(End of this chapter)