They all call me Great Master-Chapter 524 - 521: Taking the Stage
Over the manor, snowflakes fluttered down gently.
On the ground below, the old man waved his hand.
At once, the blizzard reversed its course.
Not to mention the scattering snowflakes.
The temperature also started to climb rapidly.
The next moment, the drifting snowflakes turned into raindrops and fell.
Baron Harold lifted his head to feel the cold sensation of the raindrops falling on his face, while Titon beside him was dumbfounded.
Was this his lordship?
Was this his dud lordship?
Was this the dud lordship who was nearing his wooden stage?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Of course, the butler had heard about the 'Blood Descendants.'
From the sudden appearance of the other party, displaying extraordinary strength, to rumors that he had 'already inherited the legacy of the Bloodline Clan,' to rumors of being 'cautious and cunning in his dealings, never fighting with his full strength, always leading others to underestimate him,' and even being 'South Los's Spirit Medium's collaborator,' the butler knew them all.
He had even made inquiries specifically.
Not just out of curiosity, but also...
Envy!
He envied that the Bloodline Clan had such contingency plans.
With such arrangements, it was only a matter of time before the Bloodline Clan would rise again.
More than once had the butler fantasized that if only the Harold family had such an arrangement.
Of course, fantasies are just fantasies, and the butler knew such things were impossible.
His lordship was nearing his end.
How could the Harold family possibly have any contingency plans?
But the scene just now had completely overturned the butler's understanding.
'The snowflakes just now were at least of Arcana level!
To dissipate such snowflakes with a single strike, one must also be of at least Arcana level!
His lordship is of Arcana level?!
Since his lordship is of Arcana level, why hide it?'
Filled with speculation and bewilderment, Titon subconsciously looked again at his lordship.
In the drizzling rain, Baron Harold's hands rested on his cane, his head lifted as he continued to speak to the 'Blood Descendant' —
"I know why you have come!
But I can assure you that the extermination of the Bloodline Clan had nothing to do with the Harold Family!
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We had no part in it from beginning to end, and afterward, we were also powerless to partake in any division of the Bloodline Clan's assets.
If you want to know the truth about what happened back then, you should go to the Golden Lion Family; they know everything."
Baron Harold spoke earnestly.
However, faced with the earnest Baron Harold, the 'Blood Descendant' just sneered coldly.
"Everyone tells me that the 'Golden Lion Family' knows everything, but if they weren't the strongest, would they still know everything?"
Standing on the 'Blood Bat,' the eyes of the 'Blood Descendant' glowed even redder, and his right hand, now raised, unleashed a fierce frost power.
Hum!
Instantly, the fine rain turned into a howling blizzard.
The entire transformation was completed in a mere instant, without a hint of hesitation.
A look of helplessness crossed Baron Harold's face.
The old baron waved his hand once more.
This time, unlike his previous casual gesture, the old baron used a lot of force.
And with it, there was the sound of the wind —
Whoosh!
The wind blew, the ice and snow melted into rain, and the temperature rose again.
The wind was like that of early summer, with heat emerging.
The rain became a downpour, pattering down.
Titon, within a few breaths, was soaked through, and through the hazy rain mist, the old butler seemed to see his lordship's hair turning black.
From dry and white to black.
And that blackness quickly became glossy.
This change startled the butler.
Power could not come from nowhere.
And to rashly engage with the 'Mystery' was to invite endless troubles.
It was just like...
The heir of the Bloodline Clan!
'What kind of power is this?!'
Titon's heart was filled with worry, his eyes brimming with concern, but he was utterly unable to intervene in the battle before him, for he couldn't even move—
An Ice Spear appeared in the hand of the 'Blood Descendant.'
Suddenly, it was cold enough to freeze everything.
The torrential rain from the sky turned into fine hail.
The accumulated water on the ground instantly formed into a crystalline icy surface.
When the cold wind blew, everything within the manor was covered with a layer of frost.
Even the hard and sharp metal became incredibly 'fragile' at this time!
And humans?
Ordinary people would quickly die in such cold temperatures.
Titon, who was stronger than ordinary people, felt his body giving warning signals and was horrified at the power of the 'Blood Descendants', thinking...
'Indeed, they have always hidden their true selves!
Is this the foundation of the 'Bloodline Clan'?'
Titon couldn't help but think.
Baron Harold's gaze, meanwhile, was more complex.
There was admiration, envy, and even a tinge of jealousy.
But in the end, it all turned into a wave of his hand.
He put more effort into it than before.
Woo!
The sound of a fierce wind seemed to arise from this gesture.
In an instant, the chilling freeze turned into the blazing sun of midsummer.
That heatwave gave a suffocating sensation.
And the frost that filled the view vanished without a trace.
Titon's limbs could now move freely, but the butler didn't feel the slightest bit happy.
Because—
Spurt!
Baron Harold spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The aged face, following this ejection of blood, began to lose its wrinkles rapidly, not to mention it gained a lustrous, elastic quality.
In just two breaths, the withered Baron Harold turned into a middle-aged man.
But his life force became even weaker.
It was even feeble compared to just before when he was on the brink of death.
Titon stepped forward and caught Baron Harold's body as it swayed, about to fall to the ground.
"Your Lordship?"
The butler called out worriedly.
Baron Harold, however, waved his hand and lifted his head to look at the 'Blood Descendants' in the sky.
"The Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association?"
The 'Blood Descendant' frowned.
"You truly are a scion of a great family, and even if that family is no more, the precious knowledge left behind is enough for you to transcend the ordinary—I am so envious of you.
To attain the power I have now, I once turned against the servants and private soldiers who were loyal to our house.
They were meant to be the force that would eventually rise to power, but they all became this power that I can only utilize once."
A deeper envy welled in Baron Harold's eyes.
There was even a trace of bitter resentment.
"Your Lordship?!"
Titon couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief.
This exclamation brought Harold swiftly back to his senses.
The baron glanced at his last servant, reminiscing how, after he was bedridden, this servant was devoted and loyal, never deserting him, encouraging him even when he had given up hope. Instantly, the 'Distortion' in his heart swiftly faded.
The hand that had been poised over the other's heart slowly dropped, and the sharp nails retracted.
"Titon, don't be too trusting of others in the future."
The baron said this and slowly steadied himself.
It had already come to this point.
Even if he were to consume Titon, he would not live much longer.
It was better to let Titon continue living.
And himself?
He would fight an ultimate battle for the honor of the Harold Family.
The 'Distortion' in his heart reemerged, pushing the baron from one extreme to another.
The hatred completely dissipated.
Only one thing remained…
For honor!
"Honor is my life!"
The baron shouted, his face becoming youthful once again.
An Ice Spear appeared again in the hands of the 'Blood Descendant'.
The final confrontation between the two was imminent.
But at that moment, a voice rang out—
"I can assure you that the Harold Family had no part in it and knew little about the events of that year."
Glast, who had been waiting quietly, stepped out.
