They all call me Great Master-Chapter 745 - 742 Red Knights I

When a person suddenly gives up the absolute advantage they had over you, do not think it's out of kindness or pity, for such thoughts will only leave you with no place to be buried.

Because when someone really does this, there is only one possibility.

That is—

The opponent has a sure win!

Hazlitt looked at Sean, who had sheathed his short blade.

Naive.

This was Hazlitt's first thought.

Especially that little round face, which gave Sean a kind of baby-faced appearance.

It made his already young age seem even younger.

At least, in everyone's eyes, it's difficult to associate this baby-faced youth with the person who had just taken the 'Red Knights' hostage.

"Good evening, 'Red Knight' Sir."

Sean bowed slightly in greeting.

"Hmm."

Hazlitt nodded, but the 'Red Knight's' gaze was directed toward the entrance of the tent—the tent flap had been lifted.

A figure cloaked in a cape appeared.

Crimson eyes, denoting the identity of the 'Bloodline Clan'.

"'Blood Descendants'?!"

Hazlitt uttered a voice filled with shock and uncertainty.

Sadi, who had been unconsciously moving closer to Hazlitt, froze in place.

The 'Skull Splitter's' face became extremely stiff.

'It's over! It's all over!'

The 'Skull Splitter' was inwardly screaming.

He paid exceptional attention to the rumors about the 'Blood Descendants.'

Not only because of the rarity of 'Blood Descendants' and the power they exhibited on every appearance but also because they had a slight connection with this 'Blood Descendant.'

Absolutely just a slight connection!

They had just inadvertently discovered a 'Bloodline Clan's' tomb.

Absolutely unintentional!

They only took what they were supposed to take!

As for why the tomb was empty?

He didn't know!

It certainly wasn't his doing!

Deep down, the 'Skull Splitter' was desperately trying to exonerate himself.

So when the gaze of the 'Blood Descendant' swept over, his face revealed a smile uglier than crying.

In contrast to his trusted subordinate Sadi, Hazlitt wasn't any better off.

In fact, his body was even more rigid.

After all, most of the benefits from that tomb had been secured by him, including but not limited to secret techniques, props, and a large number of Gold Coins.

And those secret techniques and props had already become the trump card he relied upon.

But could a trump card that could deal a fatal blow to ordinary people be of any use against a true member of the 'Bloodline Clan'?

Very likely useless!

Because his trump card came from the 'Bloodline Clan.'

How could the power of the 'Bloodline Clan' be of any use against the 'Bloodline Clan'!

Thinking of the rumors about how higher-ups in the 'Bloodline Clan' had absolute control over their subordinates, for the first time, the 'Red Knight' felt a deep unease.

It was at this moment that the 'Red Knight' finally understood why the Southern Lost Spirit Medium appeared at such a perfect time.

Clearly, the other party had been targeting him all along.

As for being just in time?

It was simply that he had accepted a commission he shouldn't have, and the other party had closed the net ahead of schedule.

'Damn Gleisa Hamlet!'

Hazlitt cursed bitterly in his heart, but his actions were incredibly swift.

The 'Red Knight' bowed reverently.

"Lord Auburn."

With the 'Blood Descendants' appearing time after time, their real names had become known to everyone, who even unraveled some minute details.

All concerning 'Auburn.'

And because of such digging, everyone understood the 'Blood Descendant's' patience.

The person's behavior was completely in line with what was expected from someone of 'Auburn's' character.

Or rather...

It was a performance!

The other party was performing "Auburn."

Therefore, some speculated that the real name of this "Blood Descendant" was not Auburn at all.

Regardless, people became even more wary of this "Blood Descendant."

After all, most of the nobles had, to varying degrees, divided up the pie left by the "Bloodline Clan" — even at that time, it had been confirmed that the "Bloodline Clan" had no heirs.

But now, it was proven that this was a mistake.

The "Bloodline Clan" not only had an heir.

But in fact, there were two.

Thinking of the rumors once associated with the "Bloodline Clan," Hazlitt's respect grew even deeper.

And this demeanor made Arthur, who was manipulating the "Blood Descendant," instinctively feel that something was amiss.

Hazlitt's behavior before and after were too different.

When he had been held hostage before, he was passive but not panicked.

And now?

He seemed genuinely disconcerted.

'Could it be?!'

Arthur entertained a guess in his heart, but as a competent Spirit Medium, he immediately caught on to this but would not directly inquire.

He was controlling the "Blood Descendant" —

"Do you know why I have come?"

The icy voice seemed to lower the temperature inside the tent.

With the excuse of coming in place of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, Arthur knew exactly how to probe the other party.

For this purpose, Arthur had prepared three plans.

However, Arthur clearly overestimated the courage of a River Pirate after his trump card had been nullified.

"I do know!

You have come because of the affairs of the ancestors' tombs, I swear I have never truly coveted it, I just stumbled upon it by accident.

Moreover, I only borrowed some props and secret techniques from it.

Those gold coins were invested on your behalf.

Now, they have earned you even more."

Hazlitt spoke rapidly, his face taking on a sycophantic expression.

Just then, Little Maha came to.

The youth was groggy as his father clutched his mouth and held him close in his arms without making any sound.

After a few breaths, the youth was able to clearly see everything inside the tent.

The young man saw the "Blood Descendant," saw Hazlitt, and also saw Sean, Bonte, and the shivering Sadi.

Ultimately, the youth's gaze locked onto the "Blood Descendant" and Hazlitt.

Because —

The two were standing in the very center of the tent.

And because —

At that moment, Hazlitt's bowing and scraping highlighted the "Blood Descendant."

The youth looked at the crimson eyes beneath the helmet and trembled with excitement.

He saw it!

He really saw it!

Almost subconsciously, the young man began to struggle.

The strength of youth allowed him to break free from his father's grip and charge straight towards the "Blood Descendant."

"Little Maha!"

Old Maha was terrified.

Watching his son's back, the Liaison scrambled to follow him.

Old Maha had decided that even if his son offended the "Blood Descendant," he would stand in front of his son.

He would use all means to ensure his son lived.

If he could not survive...

Then he would die in front of his son.

At least, he could not allow himself to watch his son die before his eyes.

The son raced ahead.

The father chased after him.

Finally, the son reached the "Blood Descendant," his face flushed with excitement, his voice trembling slightly, he asked —

"Are you the 'Red Knight'?"