They all call me Great Master-Chapter 749 - 746: Red Knights V

Arthur faced the facts he had long known, maintaining the joy of the unenlightened, the upturned corner of his mouth naturally performed for the one in the Lead Box Coffin.

As for the answer?

It was naturally—

"Yes, Bonte."

After the brief reply, the Messenger Stone extinguished.

This was just a confirmatory response.

The subsequent plan, of course, couldn't be discussed here.

However, that was enough.

"Kledos, I think we can have a talk," said the Lady of Sorrow from inside the Lead Box Coffin.

"Do you think it's possible?

You are already in my hands now.

You have long lost the qualifications."

Arthur's words were filled with arrogance, aimed to paralyze and provoke the Lady of Sorrow—Arthur never believed such an existence could be without real allies, just as he firmly believed that if the price was right, the other party would definitely betray their own allies.

Upon learning in the shadows that the Lady of Sorrow's partners were the Old Lion and the Little Lion, Arthur believed this even more fervently.

After all, the performance of the Lady of Sorrow was rife with provocation and temptation.

Arthur knew well what the other party was up to.

Just like what they wanted to do at this moment.

For his own goals, Arthur didn't mind cooperating a bit.

"Do you know what you're about to encounter?"

"I do!

The 'Red Knights'!

I'm very clear about it!"

Arthur answered quite casually.

"And besides the 'Red Knights'?

What do you know about Inner Bay?

What do you know about Seberlin?

Or perhaps...

Would you like to know a bit more?"

The Lady of Sorrow began her speech—this kind of Shaman-like feeling, Arthur was all too familiar with it, of course, because he was a professional.

Arthur even guessed that the other party would next say some words that were partially true, or perhaps mostly true with a mix of falsehoods, aimed to provoke his nerves and directly pull him into a trap.

That trap was invisible; once stepped into, it was imperceptible.

Because the trap itself was meant to mask the real killing intent.

For example...

The real reinforcements of the Lady of Sorrow!

And this, was exactly what Arthur wanted.

The young Southern Lost Spirit Medium had always wanted to confirm this.

So, in the next moment, Arthur's words became gentle.

He was in professional mode—

"I know some things about Inner Bay, and certainly, things that you don't know.

I also know some things about Seberlin, likewise, things that you don't know.

Of course, most importantly...

Have you ever thought about why you failed?

Even, why you fell into my hands?"

Arthur moved a chair over and sat opposite the Lead Box Coffin, his face bearing a smugness that he wanted to mask, yet couldn't conceal at all.

[Bluff]flashed urgently.

Everything seemed as if it were true.

Looking at Arthur's smug demeanor, the Lady of Sorrow felt like tearing his skin off directly, but at the same time, she also started thinking.

Why did she fail?

Yes!

Why did she fail?

It shouldn't have been!

"Why?" the lady questioned.

"I am a Spirit Medium, and what I believe in is 'fair trade'. If you want to know the answer, then you need to offer something valuable.

Of course, information will do.

I'm an easy person to talk to."

Arthur said as he crossed his legs, radiating an air of having everything under control.

"I can give you a Seed of my power, the kind that has no side effects, to make your upcoming 'Ascend Step' smoother—with your strength, you must have already encountered difficulties with 'Ascend Step' right?

Trust me, it can help you!"

'Lady of Sorrow' once again peddled her own power.

And this made Arthur burst into laughter.

Such words, Arthur had heard before.

Gleisa's Little Lion had refused.

Just like the Little Lion, Arthur utterly did not believe that such power came without side effects.

However, unlike the Little Lion who had refused, Arthur would not.

He had someone worth nurturing!

"Oh?

Is that so?

Then, could you let me see your seed?

Not for me, but for the insect I'm nurturing—you know, it can't forget your scent, and it constantly tells me how it longs for you."

Arthur was quite frank.

'Lady of Sorrow' was even more frank—

"I have already fragmented a seed.

It's right beside me.

You can come and get it.

I swear, I cannot manipulate it right now."

As the lady spoke, she thought of the fragmentary insect nurtured by Arthur.

In her hundreds of years of memory, there was no trace of this insect, not even related knowledge; yet instinctively, she knew the insect was terribly frightening.

It even made her shiver.

Logically, she should not possibly feel this way.

But once the feeling emerged, she could not help but want to explore the other party.

Of course, if Arthur really opened the Lead Box Coffin, she would definitely flee.

"You are insincere, and you take me for a fool.

Do you think I would open your cage?"

Arthur retorted.

"Then what should I do?"

"Obviously, do your utmost to send that seed out—I believe you can achieve this since, according to the information I received from that one, you have managed it before."

Arthur stated as a matter of fact.

And Arthur's words caused a jolt in the heart of 'Lady of Sorrow'.

She had indeed done something similar before.

But apart from Him, nobody else knew of that incident.

'Did He betray me?'

The moment this thought emerged, 'Lady of Sorrow's emotions began to surge, even causing her body to shudder.

Bang!

The dull thud that arose from within the Lead Box Coffin made Arthur secretly smirk.

Arthur knew, he had guessed correctly.

When 'Lady of Sorrow' offered the seed as a bargaining chip, Arthur had been speculating that the other party must have some method to remove the seed from the Lead Box Coffin.

Otherwise, she wouldn't possibly use the seed as a bargaining chip.

She wasn't really foolish.

And now, her reaction told Arthur that there was more to the scenario.

Furthermore, it was an extremely crucial matter.

'Got the big fish!'

Immediately, the joy within Arthur's heart intensified.

Nothing was more delightful than an unexpected surprise.

To firmly seize this unexpected joy, Arthur did not cease his words—

"That one is a different price.

Let us discuss your initial curiosity: why you failed!

Believe me, that one has nothing to do with this!

What's related to this is another individual whom I extremely disdain!"

'That one' was clearly very important to 'Lady of Sorrow'.

Since she was important, naturally, she was familiar.

Knowing nothing, Arthur would not discuss this with her.

If there was to be a discussion, it had to be about an individual the other party knew nothing about, yet he was extremely familiar with.

There was none?

Then he would make one up.

Arthur thought so to himself.

And within the Lead Box Coffin, a voice full of hatred spoke—

"Is it her? I see now!"