They all call me Great Master-Chapter 693 - 690: Port VII
As Arthur and the Marquess of Seberlin were discussing the details for a new collaboration, the sky had already turned completely dark, and the light from the lighthouse outside Doldot Port began shining nearby.
Meanwhile, the laborers were still busy at work.
Although everyone was drenched in sweat, smiles appeared on everyone's face.
Although martial law had been in effect for most of the day, it hadn't hindered the laborers from earning money, and in fact, they had earned even more today.
The merchants had increased their wages to ensure the freshness and timely arrival of the goods.
"Thank Divine Lord for the 'Oriental'!"
"If only it could come like this once a month!"
Many of the laborers were saying this.
Most of these were young people.
The older ones were silent.
They had long since abandoned any illusions, only hoping to carry more goods, earn more wages, to provide a little more for their wives, children, and parents.
But Chette was different.
As the second son in his family, Chette had lost his father early, his elder brother was seriously ill, his sister had left home, and his mother…
Whenever he thought of his mother, Chette clenched his fists.
His mother was no longer the mother he remembered.
Ever since she had come into contact with Inland Church, she had completely changed.
Not only had all the family's property been sold off, but there was also no money left for his brother's medical treatment, his sister had left home, and she had become a stranger to him.
It seemed he wasn't family at all.
The followers of the Inland Church were.
He had tried countless times to advise his mother, but it was of no use. freewēbnoveℓ.com
He had repeatedly been met with cold indifference.
Because of this, he had even thought of dying.
But after being discovered, he was saved and brought back.
Faced with the pity of those around him, Chette felt immensely uncomfortable and sorrowful.
He...
He shouldn't have to live like this.
So, he came to the docks and became a laborer.
He was waiting for an opportunity.
...
Beileitz's face was already deeply furrowed, and these wrinkles tightened as the tax official furrowed his brow.
"Ah!"
The tax official sighed, his eyes full of regret.
An unprecedented meeting had been held in the church tonight.
Even the High Priest had attended.
He could have participated, but, as the tax official on the docks, he needed to manage the lockdown caused by the arrival of the 'Oriental.'
Therefore, he had to regretfully miss it.
This feeling of regret made Beileitz feel as if Divine Grace was moving away from him.
Standing in his private office at the docks, the tax official watched the busy laborers and sailors and couldn't help but curse under his breath.
"Damn lowlifes, do you know what I've given up for you?
Damn! Damn!"
In a stream of curses, the tax official's eyes turned to the white passenger ship at the docks, and immediately, jealousy filled his gaze.
"A lucky guy!
You won't last long!
Divine Lord will definitely bestow Divine Punishment upon you!"
Jealousy turned into resentment.
And the resentment made the tax official even more discontent.
Especially when he thought about how the South Los Spirit Medium had unexpectedly received Noble status, the tax official's jealousy almost exploded.
A noble!
That was a status he longed for but couldn't attain!
And without the appearance of the Divine Lord, he would never achieve it in his lifetime!
"Divine Lord, please hurry!
Quickly bestow your Grace upon me!
I have already waited three years!"
The tax official prayed softly.
And just then—
Knock, knock knock!
A rhythmic knocking suddenly sounded.
Beileitz immediately turned around and saw a note slipped through the door crack. The tax officer immediately ran over to pick it up.
As for the person outside the door?
The tax officer did not care.
Or rather, at the beginning, the tax officer did care, but after several unnoticed knocks, he gave up.
And he attributed it to a miracle.
Upon opening the note, joy appeared on the tax officer's face.
"It has begun!
It has truly begun!
The Divine Lord has heard my prayers!"
The tax officer murmured to himself and then sprang into action.
Following the divine command, he needed to gather the stewards at the dock.
Then, create an explosion.
This explosion would proclaim the resurgence of the 'Church'.
Afterward?
It was no longer his concern.
Priest Delpock would handle everything.
And he only needed to wait!
Wait for his reward!
Just like the Divine Grace he received during their first meeting — that 'Holy Water' had revitalized him, bringing him back to the peak of his manhood, although not forever, but to receive 'Holy Water' periodically, what difference did it make from forever?
Especially those female devotees who were willing to offer themselves.
That made the tax officer linger fondly.
But, no amount of female devotees was enough to stop the tax officer's ambition.
He wanted Doldot Port.
He collected taxes here.
However, the taxes were not his.
This feeling was too unbearable!
"But this time, it's different!
Not just Divine Grace!
Even Doldot Port will be mine!"
Beileitz muttered to himself, quickening his pace.
The tax officer left his office and walked to the small square on the dock. He was too eager to wait, so he did not wait for the two guards outside his office—unlike the soldiers patrolling the dock, these two guards were hired by Beileitz himself.
Although dressed in military uniforms, they were essentially bodyguards, an additional draft.
Therefore, this tax officer, who believed he had saved these two people's lives, only paid them half the salary of the other soldiers.
The other half?
The tax officer put it in his own pocket.
The two guards understood this.
Just like at this moment, not seeing their stingy employer greet them, the two guards were happy to relax.
And with the square right in front of them, what could possibly go wrong?
Impossible!
The two guards were quite confident, leaning against the wall, folding their arms, and watching their employer, who stood on a wooden crate and rang the bell on the dock—
Ding Ding Ding!
Amid the continuous striking sounds, the tax officer shouted loudly.
"Stewards, come here for a meeting!"
Three times in a row, making sure all the stewards could hear, a smile unconsciously appeared on the tax officer's face.
His good days were finally coming.
Bang!
Suddenly, a gunshot sounded.
Beileitz felt a searing heat graze past his ear.
A gun!
Someone is trying to assassinate me!
This thought surfaced in the depths of his mind, but Beileitz's body instinctively turned to see what was happening, while his mind told him to dodge.
Instinct and mind collided at this moment.
Instantly, Beileitz's body froze.
And at that moment—
Bang!
The second gunshot sounded.
And this shot hit its target.
