They all call me Great Master-Chapter 707 - 704: Fangs VIII

Pain!

Pain that pierces the heart!

True pain that pierces the heart!

The Marquis of West Berlin felt his heart being sliced open by a blade, his face drastically changed.

It was not just the heart that was injured, but at this moment, the Marquis finally understood that he had stepped into someone else's trap.

Without a doubt, the 'Lady of Sorrow' did not choose this place without reason.

The sewer was deliberately chosen by the opponent.

Those three people were purposely arranged to paralyze him.

Of course, those three people knew nothing of the actual situation.

As for that square box?

It was the killing move!

Because of the presence of those three people, it was a killing move he had overlooked!

Who?

Who set this up?

The shift from hunter to prey accelerated the breathing of the Marquis of West Berlin, but even more frantic were the hands of the Marquis.

Three scrolls appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Then, he crushed them all at once.

Immediately, three streams of blue-green light filled with vitality surged into his body.

At the same time, the Marquis rapidly dashed forward.

Hiss!

Amid the sound of the sword blade leaving his body, the wound did not heal immediately.

On the contrary, it began to turn black.

"Poison!"

The Marquis's face changed again.

Staring at the arm extending from the square box, his eyes were as fierce as if they were tangible.

Even though the arm was clad in arm armor and iron gauntlet, holding only a regular sharp sword, the familiar aura still made the Marquis instantly certain of the other's identity.

"It's you!"

After crying out, the Marquis did not hesitate and quickly retreated.

Scrolls continuously appeared in his hand.

Antidote, healing, protection, and…

Teleportation!

Upon confirming who had set him up, the Marquis no longer had any desire to fight.

If he had been unharmed, the Marquis certainly would have fought to the death.

But now, not only was he severely injured, he had also been poisoned.

In such a state, facing that bastard was simply seeking death.

Moreover, the most crucial point was that the bastard would definitely see him dead.

So, without hesitation, the Marquis immediately returned to West Berlin Castle.

And to the Core of West Berlin Castle.

The safest place there.

Then, he activated the highest level of protection.

And having done all this, the Marquis then clenched his teeth and roared furiously—

"Damn Severus Hamlet!"

The roar echoed in the room.

In his fury, the Marquis even fiercely pounded on the floor.

But then, the Marquis's face changed again immediately.

Because the wound wasn't just poisoned, there was also the power of a curse.

"Damn!

You cunning old bastard!

I will kill you!"

While he kept shouting, the Marquis rapidly took more scrolls and potions.

The injury could be healed later.

The toxin could be slowly removed.

But the curse?

There was no room for the slightest negligence.

A slight mistake would mean death.

And he absolutely could not just die like this.

...

In the sewer, inside a square box, the longsword was slowly retracted.

"Pleasure doing business!"

A loud and deep voice came from within the box.

"This isn't what we agreed upon!

You didn't truly kill Seberlin!"

The 'Lady of Sorrow' resumed her form as Yula, her eyes darkly fixed on the box. The depths of the box were completely obscured, but the lady knew her collaborator was there, watching her, scheming against her, and always ready to bite back.

"That bald chicken isn't so easy to kill!

To land this thrust, I couldn't use any secret techniques or swordsmanship; even this sword is just a sharp weapon.

Even if it were coated with poison or a curse, it would be the same.

You know I'm not adept with poisons and curses."

The voice inside the box was full of helplessness, not at all angered by the 'Lady of Sorrow's' accusations, but patiently explaining instead.

Such an explanation made the 'Lady of Sorrow' feel uneasy.

She knew what kind of person the other was.

So instinctually, the lady stepped back.

"Mikhail, such actions will make me sad.

I didn't blame you for changing the plan halfway, nor did I reproach you for ineffectiveness, nor have I accused you of ill intentions. And you? You're always on guard against me."

The resonant voice inside the box said pitifully,

even breaking into a sob halfway through.

The 'Lady of Sorrow' showed disdain.

"According to the contract, I've already told you everything I gathered.

The rest is for you to judge; it has nothing to do with me.

And this so-called change of plan?

Isn't that what you wanted to see?"

The 'Lady of Sorrow' questioned again.

Her tone was sharp and aggressive.

Yet the voice inside the box remained unangered.

"But the information you provided was too biased.

It was completely disorganized; even if I were bald, I couldn't see anything valuable in it.

Likes drinking orange tea? Has a fat cat? Owns a not-so-smart dog?

Please, Mikhail, do you think the intelligence you collected is valuable?"

The voice inside the box seemed aggrieved, causing the 'Lady of Sorrow' to frown slightly.

Obviously, the lady felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Then let's change the contract.

I will personally test him..."

"Heh."

The words of the 'Lady of Sorrow' were interrupted by a cold laugh.

With that cold laugh, a heart-stirring lion's roar emanated from the square box, and streams of golden light burst from the depths.

In that lion's roar, everything could not help but submit.

In the face of that golden light, even the sun seemed to pale.

Feeling the terror within, the 'Lady of Sorrow's' eyes widened in shock as she took a step back.

The loud voice became even louder, thunderous—

"Mikhail, are you provoking me?"

Crack!

As the words were uttered, the square box could not withstand the pressure and shattered directly.

This caused the voice's owner to temporarily vanish from the 'Lady of Sorrow's' sight.

Looking at the shattered box, the 'Lady of Sorrow's' face underwent rapid changes.

There was shock, and even more horror, but mostly disbelief.

But quickly, the lady let out a light laugh.

"Since you care so much about Arthur Kredos, I will have to try him out..."

Smack!

Before the 'Lady of Sorrow' could finish her sentence, a slender, white palm emerged from the sudden smoke, swung a big mouth, and slapped the lady's cheek.

Following that, there came a low shout belonging exclusively to Marinda—

"Try nmlgb!"