They all call me Great Master-Chapter 466 - 463: Bone Sword Strikes!

After Walsh had left, Eli immediately pulled a box out from under the bed and then picked up his coat, saying to the ’Bandage Swordsman’—

"We can go now, boss."

As he spoke, a hint of regret flashed through the eyes of this stalker who also traded intelligence.

He had put a lot of effort into finding this hideout.

It was hidden and safe.

Calling it a shelter would not be an exaggeration.

However, after the unexpected rescue of Walsh, the hideout had been compromised.

A compromised hideout was not something to cling to.

"Sigh!"

Although he knew this, Eli could not help but sigh when he thought of the fish and chips stall at the entrance of the alley during the day.

The rough-cut fries seasoned with black pepper were delicious.

As for the fish?

It was just a side dish.

After all, in South Los, it would be strange to sell fries without fish.

Just as it would be strange for him, a stalker, not to trade intelligence.

"Hmm."

The ’Bandage Swordsman’ nodded and picked up his longsword, leading the way out the door first.

Eli followed closely behind.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, the direction they were heading was also the direction Doctor Lindster had taken.

Eli would most likely think it was a coincidence.

As for the ’Bandage Swordsman’?

Only Heaven knew.

...

Doctor Lindster walked along the cobblestone road of the alley, carefully avoiding the loose stones. Being a person of South Los, the doctor knew all too well the nasty experience of stepping on one and having foul-smelling liquid splash all over.

Just as the doctor avoided another loose stone, a figure suddenly appeared in front, blocking his path.

The blocker was tall, with muscular arms exposed and a face covered in filth, a barely recognizable towel hanging around his neck.

A worker?

Or a gang member?

The doctor couldn’t tell yet.

In the Dort District, these two professions often overlapped.

Workers by day.

Gang members by night.

Of course, sometimes it wasn’t so clear-cut, depending on the contents of their pockets.

Lindster cautiously stepped back—

"Friend, I am a doctor, and I don’t wish to cause any trouble,"

he said, pulling out his wallet.

After so many years in the Dort District, Doctor Lindster had learned how to handle strangers at night.

The profession of a doctor could win the favor of everyone, including gang members.

And a wallet could persuade these people to let him pass.

Even if the wallet wasn’t very full.

However, today the doctor had miscalculated.

"I know you, Doctor Lindster.

I have come specifically for you."

With that, the person opposite grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

From these teeth, Lindster could immediately tell that the man was disguised.

Workers and gang members in the Dort District wouldn’t have such good teeth.

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With growing wariness, Lindster nonetheless asked,

"Oh? Do you have a family member or a friend who is ill?"

The doctor inquired.

"No, no, no!

You misunderstand my purpose!

I am here to discuss the resurrection of your wife—believe me, I can do things beyond your imagination, just as long as... you sign this contract!"

The person opposite spoke as he shook out a contract.

A faint spirit light flickered on and off on this contract.

Lindster was not truly a "Mystic Side Person."

However, his profession allowed him opportunities to interact with some "Mystic Side Persons", especially amiable individuals like Eli, who often shared many stories from the Mystic Side.

Among these stories were those about contracts.

The certainty of a contract was undeniable.

Just as the punishment after signing a contract was also accompanied by death.

Therefore, upon seeing the stranger’s contract, the doctor immediately shook his head and said,

"Sorry, ’Spirit Medium’ Lord Kledos once advised me that no one can be sure who will be brought back from ’The Eternal Resting Land.’

This doctor very tactfully refused.

At the same time, he invoked the name of Arthur, hoping the person opposite would take the hint and back down.

Although up until now, this doctor could not confirm how powerful Arthur truly was, the multiple titles ’Child of Misfortune born in secrecy, favored by the Grim Reaper, contemporary ’Black Cat’, Champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition’ led the doctor to believe that Arthur was both powerful and well-known.

Enough to deter a considerable number of people.

In fact, it was so.

The doctor clearly saw that the person opposite hesitated when he mentioned ’Spirit Medium’ Lord Kledos.

But it was just a hesitation.

The next moment—

"’Spirit Medium’ Lord Kledos is indeed terrifying.

But he is not here.

So, if you don’t want to sign this contract, let me take you to a place where you might change your mind."

Saying this, the other person stepped forward to grab Lindster.

Lindster did not hesitate, and turned to run.

And just as Lindster turned, he distinctly heard a sound.

Thud!

To ordinary people, such a sound might be unfamiliar.

But for a doctor, this sound was all too familiar.

It was the sound of a blade slicing through flesh.

Instinctively, Lindster turned to look back.

Then, the doctor stopped in his tracks.

He saw a patient he had previously treated now holding a strange sword, while the person who had tried to forcibly take him away was now decapitated.

"Thank you!"

Sniffing the scent of blood, Lindster thanked Walsh.

For Lindster, who was a doctor, a corpse and the scent of blood were nothing special.

What intrigued the doctor more was the sword in Walsh’s hand.

If he was not mistaken, that was…

Bone!

But why would bone be so sharp?

Lindster mused inwardly, though Walsh paid no heed to him.

This new ’Pale Hand’ member turned his head toward the shadows on one side.

Three people were slowly stepping out from there.

The crossbow arrows in their hands caused the new member’s pupils to contract slightly.

If he were not injured, he would not care about three crossbows, even two more; he could navigate them easily, but now he had been "chest opened."

Even though he avoided the heart, he was still severely injured.

Thus, close combat was out of the question.

That left only—

"Do I have to use that move?

I wonder if my body can take it now?"

Thinking this, Walsh did not hesitate; he lifted his left arm toward the three crossbowmen keeping their distance.

His index finger, middle finger, and ring finger were pointed straight at the three.

The next moment—

Bang, bang, bang!