They all call me Great Master

Mr. Reich Smith walked with his wife along the busy Docklands of Kilg Harbor—they had just arrived at Inner Bay this morning.

After the unsafe events that happened in Bert, when his wife suggested watching the Swordsmanship Competition in Inner Bay, Mr. Smith naturally didn't object.

They packed their luggage that very day.

Also, they bought a first-class ticket and set off the same day—a first-class ticket provides a private room and allows bringing a guest aboard.

The 'Oriental' followed the same rule.

However, the ship the couple took was not a precedent-setting luxury liner like the 'Oriental.'

It was an ordinary passenger ship.

Although it was a passenger ship, it also carried cargo.

Every day it stopped at ports large and small to load and unload cargo.

Thus, after many days, the couple finally arrived at Inner Bay.

Inner Bay, a place both had been before.

During those war-torn days.

They came here more than once.

Always alone, at different times.

Thus, in their memories, Inner Bay appeared shabby and rundown.

However, upon arriving at Inner Bay this time, both were clearly shocked by the new changes—

'So many people!

If they're all believers, then I...

Damn it!

What am I thinking?

I'm Reich Smith now.

No longer that 'He.''

Mr. Smith thought to himself, instinctively tightening his arm around his wife's waist, as he quietly said, "Rachel, we're being watched by some people."

Mrs. Smith nodded calmly.

"Hmm.

It must be my golden bracelet attracting them.

We shouldn't have been so conspicuous."

Mrs. Smith hid her shock at the transformation of Inner Bay with her words.

When she last came, this port was still a wasteland.

Many people sought fish to eat here.

Unfortunately, few succeeded.

The edible fish were long gone.

Even more unfortunate were those who found fish.

The inedible fish, once eaten, were deadly.

Initially just a stomachache, then vomiting and diarrhea, eventually vomiting chunks of innards and expelling bloody water.

In less than two days, a person would die.

At that time, she... no, He, had a soft heart and saved many.

He was revered.

Yet eventually, even He was dethroned by those He saved.

The process left Him perplexed.

He couldn't understand why, after giving them food and water, they still demanded gold from Him.

When He said He had none, the once devout raised their blades, wanting to cut open her belly to see if she hid gold inside.

He did indeed eat gold.

But it was something He needed.

He explained, but no one listened.

He pushed them away and fled.

At that moment, He became she.

Over the days that followed, she slowly understood a bit.

However, it didn't mean she forgave them.

She still remembered the gratitude after saving those people, and the twisted faces and fierce eyes when they demanded gold.

If possible, she would never return to Inner Bay for the rest of her life.

However, the message from the 'Lady of Sorrow' forced her to leave.

She was married.

She had a husband who loved her dearly.

In the future, she would have one, no, three lovely children.

She didn't want to get involved in any trouble again.

Yet, having just arrived at Inner Bay, they were already being targeted.

'Indeed, human greed never changes.'

Mrs. Smith sighed.

She also genuinely blamed herself for being too conspicuous—living in Bert Territory had made her completely lower her guard, especially with her husband by her side, she paid no mind to such matters.

But this didn't mean Mrs. Smith liked inviting trouble.

She didn't want these troubles disrupting her current life.

"Let's report them to the police!"

Mrs. Smith suggested softly.

Mr. Smith, who was just about to let these bastards taste his fist, hesitated, then scratched his head, chuckling, "As you wish."

Just some trash.

He didn't want to affect his wife's mood.

So, the couple threaded through the crowd, ready to head to the Docklands' police station.

But quickly, they both narrowed their eyes.

They sensed 'Death.'

No!

Not real 'Death.'

It's…

Death Hound!

Yet the two dared not be careless; even if it wasn't 'Death' itself, anything related to the Death Hound was enough to heighten their vigilance to the maximum.

They hadn't forgotten the 'Seven Years' War.'

Much less the 'divine conflict' that followed the 'Seven Years' War.'

Or rather…

The latter left an indelible impression on them.

However—

'Running into Reich (Rachel) was truly fortunate!'

They thought in unison.

Then, they started contemplating how to resolve the present dilemma.

Soon, they devised a standard solution—

"Rachel, I think going to the police isn't a good idea.

We can't confirm whether this bunch would report ahead of us.

If they do report…

it'll be us who suffer."

Mr. Smith stated.

Mrs. Smith nodded immediately.

"What do you suggest then?"

"Find a concealed place, and I'll deal with those bastards first."

Mr. Smith turned to show his wife a smile.

It was no longer an honest smile.

But one full of anticipation.

Mrs. Smith was naturally aware of her husband's 'Fist Power,' though there were five of them, for her husband, it was merely a matter of one punch each.

"Hmm.

Should I wait for you at the inn?"

Mrs. Smith asked.

"Head to the famous 'Storm Inn'!

The inns in the Docklands became unsafe after these guys came.

It might cost a tiny bit more, but your safety comes first."

The police might collude with these bastards.

The inn employees might more likely be their spies.

Mr. Smith didn't want his wife to encounter any danger.

As for the extra money spent?

He'd get every penny back from these bastards.

Of course, the most important thing was that Death Hound.

He had to ascertain the origin of that Death Hound.

Otherwise, it was too dangerous.

By the dock gates, Mr. Smith hailed a carriage.

After kissing his wife goodbye and watching her leave.

Mr. Smith walked toward a nearby alley.

Listening to the footsteps behind him, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Especially—

"That woman was quite decent."

"That golden bracelet was even better."

"Kill this guy."

"The woman and the golden bracelet are ours!"

Five arrogant pirates looked at Mr. Smith walking into a dead end and became wanton.

And Mr. Smith?

Bang bang bang bang!

A punch each.

The heads of the five previously arrogant pirates were instantly flattened.

Five headless corpses fell heavily to the ground.

Yet, Mr. Smith didn't relax a tiny bit.

He squinted, gazing toward the shadows, probing—

"Shall we talk?"