They all call me Great Master-Chapter 746 - 743 Red Knights II

Little Maha's trembling voice stirred Old Maha's trembling heart.

The old father, upon hearing his son's words, truly despaired.

As a Liaison for the 'Red Knights,' Old Maha was all too aware of Hazlitt's ruthlessness, especially towards those who dared to impersonate his name; he showed no mercy.

There was once a band of River Pirates who impersonated the 'Red Knights' to plunder merchant ships.

Even though they did it cleanly, they were still caught by Hazlitt.

In the end?

The entire group of over twenty River Pirates was skinned by Hazlitt and thrown into a boiling cauldron.

Old Maha had seen this with his own eyes.

He watched as those impostors turned to charred remains in an instant.

He certainly did not wish such a grim fate for his own son.

Even if Hazlitt didn't have time to deal with his son at the moment, what about afterwards?

River Pirates were not known for their generosity.

Retaliation after the fact was, indeed, the norm.

And it was retribution multiplied!

Therefore, without a second thought, the farmer blurted out loudly—

"Sir, Your Excellency, Little Maha, he..."

The words were not finished.

Or rather, it could be said that his words came to an abrupt halt.

Because—

Hazlitt knelt on one knee, performing the Attendant's Salute to the 'Blood Descendants,' and even said.

"Knight Sir, you have finally arrived!"

This scene left Old Maha stunned in place.

What happened?

What was going on?

This shouldn't be happening, right?

A series of questions arose in Old Maha's heart.

Old Maha had considered that Hazlitt might not be a match for the 'Blood Descendants' and thus would flee, only to return with a vengeance.

Old Maha had also thought it possible for Hazlitt to be killed directly by the 'Blood Descendants,' bringing an end to everything.

He had even contemplated that Hazlitt wouldn't confront the 'Blood Descendants' at all, and simply flee, but the farmer had imagined countless possibilities and had never considered the one unfolding before his eyes—

Direct submission!

This situation left the farmer dumbfounded in place.

You see, as a Liaison for Hazlitt, Old Maha was very clear about just how ferocious, cruel, steadfast, and indomitable the River Pirate with the moniker 'Red Knight' was.

In his memory, the 'Blood Knights' had faced more than one crisis.

The most dangerous encounter was under the ambush of the Marquess of Ainhars, where Hazlitt's group was almost completely annihilated, and Hazlitt himself was pursued by the Marquis for an entire month.

But in the end, Hazlitt survived.

At that time, Hazlitt was gravely injured, and everyone thought the 'Red Knight' was finished, yet just half a year later, an even stronger 'Red Knight' emerged.

It was this very battle that led to Hazlitt officially being called the 'Red Knight.'

And yet, such a 'Red Knight' was now kneeling before the 'Blood Descendants'...

What kind of charm did this 'Blood Descendant' possess?

No!

Was this 'Blood Descendant' really that powerful?

Old Maha cautiously observed the man shrouded in a hood and cape.

And Arthur, controlling the 'Blood Descendant,' instantly understood the cause and effect when Hazlitt knelt on one knee, performed the Attendant's Salute, and addressed him as 'Knight Sir.' freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

'A single tomb raid let the fellow in front of me obtain a part of the Bloodline Clan's inheritance.

And with that as their trump card, they forged the name 'Blood Knights.'

This trump card was certainly powerful, but against the true Bloodline Clan, it was practically useless, so this fellow submitted right away.'

Linking this with the prior conversation, Arthur made the most accurate deduction.

Afterwards, the young Southern Lost Spirit Medium, controlling the 'Blood Descendant,' adopted a thoughtful pose.

Seeing this hesitation, Hazlitt was overjoyed.

He had bet correctly!

The moment the 'Blood Descendants' appeared, Hazlitt knew he was doomed.

He had originally thought that the 'Blood Descendants' would not pay attention to someone so 'insignificant' as himself.

However, following the commission from Gleisa Hamlet, the 'Blood Descendants' appeared afterwards, which just showed how ludicrous his previous thought had been.

Indeed!

The 'Blood Descendants' might not have noticed him.

But what about that Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

And the 'Blood Descendants' were allies of that Southern Lost Spirit Medium, so if the 'Blood Descendants' really wanted to know something, it would be a breeze—as long as the right price was paid.

Hazlitt had also heard about the Southern Lost Spirit Medium's rule of 'fair trade'.

But this was enough to suggest that the appearance of the 'Blood Descendants' was normal and logical.

'Upon discovering she was targeted by Gleisa Hamlet, this Southern Lost Spirit Medium immediately brought in her ally and informed this ally about some information concerning the Bloodline Clan's legacy.'

And then?

Everything along the coast of Ainhars Territory naturally became safe and sound.

Not only was his own danger resolved without lifting a finger, but now the current 'Blood Descendants' probably owed him a huge favor!

Hiss!

This is the Southern Lost Spirit Medium?

With admiration rising in his heart, Hazlitt's demeanor became even more humble.

He bowed his head, and took a prop and a roll of secret techniques from his chest, holding them high above his head.

"These are items you lent me to arrange for this insignificant fellow to work for you.

Now, the task you have arranged for me has been completed, and naturally, they should be returned to their owner.

Please accept them.

Look, not a tiny bit of them is damaged!"

Hazlitt said as if swearing an oath, his resolute posture as if the 'Blood Descendants' had indeed instructed him to do so from the start.

However, Arthur remained indifferent.

Just as you can't expect loyalty from a pirate.

River pirates?

It's the same.

Moreover, at times, river pirates are more cunning than sea pirates.

Because without the wide sea to rely on, any river pirate that wasn't cunning enough would have been executed by the local lords a long time ago.

Thinking to himself, Arthur watched the river pirate in front of him without any expression, and his voice maintained its usual coldness—

"Anything else?"

Upon hearing such a question, Hazlitt became even more delighted.

He knew that he didn't have to die.

All that was needed was to satisfy the 'Blood Descendants' before him.

Without any hesitation, the river pirate then immediately spoke.

"The gold coins you invested in me, in addition to the properties I've acquired for you in Seberlin's Port Doldot, Ainhars's Port Pult, Bert's Lawrence Port, and in Inner Bay and South Los, I have also built for you a fleet named 'Whiskey and Anise'."

Arthur was astounded, not because the river pirate had a formal Inland River fleet, but rather because of the fleet named 'Whiskey and Anise'.

When his own fleets started trading, Arthur had indeed studied the river fleets in earnest―not to gain control through shady means, but in normal commercial competition.

Among them was the 'Whiskey and Anise' fleet.

An intermediate-sized fleet that primarily transported liquor and spices.

Always, their profits were substantial and enticing.

Rumored to be in murky relations with a certain big shot.

But Arthur had never expected it to belong to a notoriously well-known river pirate.

Arthur thought to himself while his words continued—

"Anything else?"