They all call me Great Master-Chapter 739 - 736: Descent of the Gods VI

Bert Territory, Bert City.

Smith Tavern, having seen off the last guest, began to close up as the owners started their end-of-day routine.

The bartender, Mrs. Smith, was a slender, not short woman, adeptly tying her hair back into a ponytail, revealing her broad forehead.

"Smith, set the chairs right, and after wiping the tables, come upstairs quickly—I think my brewed fruit wine is ready for a taste test."

Confronted with his wife's call, Mr. Smith, who was busy, stiffened.

Unlike his wife's slender build, Mr. Smith was both tall and fat, his thick arms and broad shoulders enough to intimidate anyone.

In fact, when Smith Tavern first opened, the local thugs had learned the hard taste of being knocked out cold with his punch.

After Mr. Smith managed to fight off ten by himself, Smith Tavern became quite peaceful.

Yet, even the formidable Mr. Smith felt a twinge in his lower back at his wife's insinuation.

Was it about the fruit wine?

It was about making me kneel!

Just as Mr. Smith used the lame excuse of "I'm too tired today, consider this a raincheck" to placate his wife, a vision suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The vision was fleeting.

Yet Mr. Smith had seen clearly that one of his few remaining followers, no, believers from this era, had died.

To be precise, he had been sacrificed.

Sacrificed to another entity.

That entity was very cautious, shielding his vision, preventing him from seeing clearly.

However, this didn't prevent him from feeling relieved.

The other did not want to be discovered.

Neither did he.

He too had resisted this era, but after being crushed by the wheels of destiny under the guise of 'gunpowder', he gave up.

Especially after being picked up by his wife, he utterly surrendered.

As his believers dwindled, he came to his senses.

Thus, he knew what he wanted.

All he wanted was to spend the rest of his life with his wife.

The quiet kind of life.

Of course, if someone tried to disrupt this peace, he would crush their skull.

"Should we leave Bert?

But Rachel loves it here.

Moreover, this tavern is her pride and joy…

Damn it!

I've given up everything, why must someone provoke me!"

Instinctively, Mr. Smith clenched his fist.

However, just as the real wooden stool in his hand was about to splinter, Mr. Smith came back to his senses in a very subtle manner. Three years of marriage had already made Mrs. Smith sensitive to the signs.

"Smith?"

Mrs. Smith inquired.

"It's nothing. I was just saying, if I could owe you one…"

Mr. Smith's voice tapered off.

Because of the smile on Mrs. Smith's face.

That smile was very formal, unemotional.

This made Mr. Smith understand that it was his wife's way of saying no; if he did not want something unexpected in his food for the next few days, it was best to agree.

"Alright, alright, I'll try your fruit wine in a minute!"

Mr. Smith gave the impression he was resigned to his fate.

Mrs. Smith immediately beamed with joy.

The formal smile vanished.

"Alright, I'll wait for you, dear!"

As Mrs. Smith said this, she walked upstairs.

Once she entered the bedroom and confirmed her husband was still downstairs, Mrs. Smith's expression darkened.

Just then, her former 'friend,' known as the Lady of Sorrow, Mikhail, had reached out to her asking for help, promising many benefits.

If it were three years ago…

No!

Had it been six years ago, before she met Smith, she would have agreed without hesitation.

But now?

Impossible!

She had Smith, her own estate, and was striving to conceive their next generation—though the chances were slim due to her unique constitution, she believed, with Smith's robust health, their child would definitely be born successfully.

She hadn't expected the man she picked up casually to be so strong.

The moment she thought of her husband, Mrs. Smith couldn't help but smile.

But immediately, her brows furrowed deeply.

As a friend of the "Lady of Sorrow," she knew well the other's way of doing things.

If she didn't help out, she might end up as a bargaining chip for the other party.

No!

Even if she went, it would still be the same!

"I can't stay in Bert any longer!

Must leave!

Leave quickly!"

With that thought, Mrs. Smith peeked out of the bedroom and yelled down to her husband, who was dawdling —

"Ruishiu, if you don't finish what you're doing in five minutes, you're getting up fifty minutes later tomorrow morning!"

"Okay, right away!"

Listening to her husband's flustered voice, Mrs. Smith immediately spoke again.

"By the way, I heard that Inner Bay is hosting the 'South County Swordsmanship Competition.' Shall we go see it?

I've heard about it many times before.

But I've never had the chance to go."

Mrs. Smith knew exactly how to persuade her husband.

Indeed, it was so.

Mr. Smith, who was thinking about how to lay low, immediately seized the opportunity. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Of course!

I've never seen a real swordsmanship competition!

And, we've never really explored Inner Bay.

How about we leave early and treat it as a vacation for ourselves?"

Mr. Smith took the opportunity to say.

"Yes!

My dear, you've got three more minutes!"

After nodding repeatedly, Mrs. Smith reminded her husband.

Mr. Smith smiled bitterly.

However, his expression soon became resolute, as if making a solemn pledge.

He too hoped for a child.

Not just as a continuation of theirs and his wife's bloodline.

But also...

To protect his wife!

He was always worried that, at least his wife would be safe in case of any mishap.

Unfortunately, his bloodline was too unique, greatly reducing the chance of pregnancy.

But...

It would definitely work!

Thinking this, Mr. Smith locked the door and hurried upstairs.

The night deepened further.

As the sunrise appeared once more, the captain and first mate of the 'Oriental' began to inspect the vessel again, while Old John, the chief sailor, directed sailors to load up supplies.

As the owner of the 'Oriental,' Arthur was exchanging pleasantries with Yekaterina Otto von West Berlin, who had come to see him off.

By the side of the eldest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin stood the Guard Commander of the Marquis, maintaining a distance of two meters, providing constant protection.

"Thank you for seeing me off."

Arthur said politely as he looked at Yekaterina, dressed splendidly for the occasion—he was very aware that after the recent incidents, the Marquess of West Berlin was using this opportunity to elevate his eldest daughter onto the stage of West Berlin Territory.

Of course, that included announcing to the world the alliance between the West Berlin Family and the Kledos Family.

Arthur was well aware of this.

Similarly, so was Yekaterina.

Therefore, the lady was somewhat reluctant but, for her family, her father, and herself, she still chose to approach Arthur with a disguised smile.

But the scene that unfolded next caught her completely off guard.

She stood, stunned.