They all call me Great Master-Chapter 690 - 687: Port IV

At the moment when the carriage door of Arthur's coach was about to close, Jacqueline's figure flashed and she darted into the carriage, while another Jacqueline appeared beside Catherine again.

Although her expression was wooden, nobody doubted that this was a mere illusion.

Not only because Jacqueline was usually not one to smile and chat, but also because she was in sync with Catherine.

However, Arthur couldn't help but sigh as he watched the West Berlin family's third daughter, who had appeared in the carriage and elegantly took a seat opposite him.

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I still came."

"I knew you would come."

"Of course, I would come, and of course, you knew...

After all, you are 'Spirit Medium' of South Los."

Jacqueline let out such a sigh, and the carriage started moving, the wheels rolling over the gravel road, emitting a unique sound. The lady of great noble birth sat even more upright, her knees together, hands properly placed on her knees, the upper body straight, lips tightly shut.

In this lady, there was an air of rigidity and obstinacy.

However, none of that mattered.

What was important was that, merely three seconds later, the lady began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

Arthur sighed again.

"Can't we change the approach?"

"We can."

The lady took her hand away from the buttons of her blouse and reached toward her skirt.

Arthur immediately rolled his eyes.

Afterward, he became silent and said nothing.

The lady also stopped her actions, a slight smile curling the corners of her mouth, her voice carrying a hint of mockery—

"You really aren't a humorous man, are you?"

"Humorous?

This kind of humor isn't something to be happy about.

Hell always welcomes such people, but I'm not eager to go."

Arthur looked helplessly resigned.

"So can't we cooperate a little?

I don't want to go to hell either, but my father always pushes me to go.

Therefore, I want to resist a little."

The smile on the great noble-born lady's face grew even brighter.

"Resistance is fine, but starting this direct probe at me could bring me considerable trouble. After all, Marinda is not someone with a good temper.

If she finds out about your actions, I'm most likely to be kicked.

And you?

You're most likely to die without a place to be buried."

Arthur let out a soft sigh.

"Is Miss Caesar that fierce?

Worthy of being the 'Lady of the Eternal Night'."

Saying this, envy appeared on Jacqueline's face, and then the lady continued.

"Would you like to have Seberlin?"

Her voice was very low.

But the content was explosive enough.

Arthur looked at the third daughter of the West Berlin family in surprise and sighed once more.

"You've come a little too late.

If it had been a day ago, I would have been very interested.

Of course, that's not to say I'm not interested now.

However, as a 'Spirit Medium,' the first principle of my life is to honor promises."

Arthur's face was very serious.

Jacqueline, however, began to laugh.

"What if your collaborator has died?"

In her inquiry, her emerald eyes shone with an unusual light.

Arthur didn't answer, merely spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness.

"Understood!

I hope you really can keep your promise!"

Having said this, the lady pushed open the door of the moving carriage, slipped out, and didn't forget to close the door behind her.

The whole process was silent.

Just as silent as when she had appeared.

Arthur fingered his pipe, looking increasingly helpless.

Deep down, however, he was clapping vigorously—

Beautiful!

Well done!

"Truly a family of filial piety!"

Concerning Jacqueline's desire to kill her own father, Arthur was noncommittal; after all, the Marquess of West Berlin had never treated Jacqueline as his daughter.

In addition, there was a true Heir at the side of the Marquess of West Berlin; the simultaneous presence of favoritism and neglect is more than anyone can bear.

Not to mention, there was the contamination of the 'Lady of Sorrow.'

It was as if more chilies were added to an already spicy hotpot.

The flavor was enough to cause Distortion.

The emergence of this situation seemed quite natural to Arthur.

What Arthur needed to consider was how he could make use of this situation.

A lady who could casually disrobe to test others...

she would not be easy to deal with.

Even so, Arthur could imagine that if he truly did not stop her, she would definitely give him a major blow.

The moment she got on the carriage, she was ready.

And he?

He had prepared three primary plans and three contingency plans.

Unfortunately, they were not needed.

To put it simply, the lady was still somewhat inhibited.

'The first time?

How green!

However, the attitude I gave should have been sufficient.'

Arthur shrugged again and began to lean back in the chair, closing his eyes to rest.

As Jacqueline stepped out of the carriage, her face uncontrollably blushed, but when she returned to her own carriage, the third daughter of the West Berlin Family regained her composure.

'Sister, how did it go?'

Upon seeing Jacqueline, Catherine immediately began to inquire.

They still shared a kind of 'mind-to-mind' power.

'Not optimistic.

Father has already collaborated with South Los's 'Spirit Medium.'

And most likely, they will act tonight.'

As she pondered over the hints Arthur had given—although he provided no clear words, his attitude was sufficient for this Noble-born lady to understand what was going on.

'Tonight?

Then we...'

Catherine looked at her sister.

'We wait!

Wait for the result!

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If he wins, we are Believers.'

Jacqueline smiled.

That smile carried unspoken words.

Behind those words was another thought—

If both suffer, we stand alone.

But such a thought, Jacqueline did not voice.

However, Catherine understood.

The twins shared a knowing smile.

It wasn't that they did not want to speak, but that they could not.

Such emotionally charged words, once spoken, could possibly be overheard by him, despite all the precautions they took, they still needed to be vigilant.

After all, they too were believers.

Of course, they were grateful to that lady and their father.

That lady gave them power and opportunities for advancement.

And their father?

Though he treated them as tools, it was their father's presence that restrained the lady from going too far.

It enabled them to walk a tightrope-like, precarious path.

Despite the danger, there was still a sliver of hope.

And now?

It was time to repay their father.

Pity they could not join the battle directly.

Otherwise, they really wanted to rip out their father's heart to take a look.

The twins communicated with just their gazes within the coach.

The carriage, guarded by the Marquess of West Berlin's guards, continued on its way, not stopping until it entered the Marquess's Castle, then the twins ceased their silent communication.

Arthur, who had feigned sleep with his eyes closed, also opened them now.

At the same time, Yula on board the 'Oriental' was using the 'Messenger Stone' to summon all the Priests of the 'Pain Church'—in the name of the High Priest, Her Holiness the Saintess.