They all call me Great Master-Chapter 539 - 536: Waves Begin to Rise!

Gleisa listened to Dilbark's account from the Messenger Stone, veins bulging on his forehead and his golden eyes even showing some bloodshot threads.

Everyone has an untouchable bottom line.

Similarly, this is true for families composed of these individuals.

And sometimes, this bottom line might be even more stringent.

Because...

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The other members of the family are watching.

The Golden Lion Family is no exception.

The "Prophecy" made by the "Witch" Cleaver about the Golden Lion Family is indeed the family's bottom line—turning a "Curse" into a "Prophecy" is undoubtedly an act of deceiving oneself.

But that doesn't mean that such an act can be trampled on by just anyone.

Strangers cannot.

Nor can members of the family!

"Uncle Baro, you really are courting death!"

Gleisa muttered to himself under his breath.

For the eldest son of the Old Lion, Baro Hamlet had not only touched on the family's bottom line of 'failing to produce a king,' but he had also breached his own personal bottom line.

From the first day he started helping the Old Lion manage the Inner Bay, Gleisa had regarded the Grand Duke's title and the entire Inner Bay as his own.

Now someone was actually trying to meddle with what originally belonged to him, even trying to use the family's "Prophecy" to do so.

In Gleisa's view, that was simply seeking death.

Right then, this eldest son of the Old Lion was about to issue an order.

But as the words reached his lips, the Old Lion's eldest son furrowed his brow and quickly calmed down.

He certainly knew about that Uncle Baro.

Ambitious, but without cunning.

Quick-tempered, not knowing when to advance or retreat.

Yet when faced with a situation, he was intimidating only in appearance.

Would such a person dare to use the family "Prophecy" as a stepping stone to support that Counterfeit?

He wouldn't dare!

The answer appeared in the heart of the Old Lion's eldest son.

If he wouldn't dare, yet such a situation had arisen...

Suddenly, this son of the Old Lion thought of his two younger brothers.

Dieudonne Hamlet.

Pistri Hamlet.

Dieudonne was the Old Lion's second son, who had always helped his father manage internal affairs.

And the youngest, Pistri, had made some achievements in military affairs and had trained quite a respectable cavalry in the past year.

For his two younger brothers, Gleisa had never taken them seriously.

Dieudonne, someone who only knew how to please their father with tasks like building the "Lion Palace," was not worth concerning over.

As for Pistri?

Experienced in military affairs, but fond of spending time with the common folk, he was even less worthy of concern.

But that was before.

Now?

The Old Lion's eldest son, Gleisa, began to reassess his two younger brothers.

Because aside from the worthless Uncle Baro, only his two younger brothers could have pulled off such a deed.

"Who could it be?

Could it be that you two are dissatisfied with me as your elder brother, and have joined forces?

If that's the case...

Then that would be just perfect!"

Gleisa murmured softly.

The original anger had long since vanished from the face of the Old Lion's eldest son.

What remained was only a smile.

Although his two younger brothers couldn't possibly threaten his position as the first in line for succession, Gleisa would still be glad to see them dead.

Before, there was no opportunity.

Now, the opportunity had presented itself right before his eyes.

Of course, Gleisa would seize it.

After all, he didn't want to end up like his father, suffering from headaches and finding no solution when dealing with the constantly nagging Uncle Baro, only able to slap the table to demonstrate his authority.

That would be too incompetent!

Moreover, he still had two younger brothers.

The thought of his two younger brothers ending up like Uncle Baro made the eldest son of the Old Lion wish they would just die right away.

However, he couldn't be the one to do it.

If he took action, his father would surely find out.

That would cause unnecessary trouble.

For 'family,' the Old Lion had his own philosophy—some responsibilities, as well as incomprehensible aspects, but overall, if it came to patricide, he would definitely regard the perpetrator as an enemy.

So...

Gleisa's gaze once again fell on the Messenger Stone—

'Do everything possible to protect Arthur.'

Gleisa issued the command with his father's voice to Dilbark.

After speaking, the eldest son of the Old Lion's face once again showed a cold, sinister smile.

"Since you all want to play, then I'll join you and have a good game!"

The Old Lion's eldest son muttered to himself.

Then, the Old Lion's eldest son took out a brand-new Messenger Stone from the drawer on his right hand side—

'Frame Faske's death as an inside job.'

Having said that, the Old Lion's eldest son casually crushed the Messenger Stone.

Faske, one of his father's 'Seven Golden-Bearded Advisors,' specialized in handling affairs in South Los, had been assassinated in his own office not long ago, and the Hidden Guard and secret police had not found the murderer till now.

Many people had started to suspect it was an inside job.

Since there was such suspicion, he would make it appear to be an inside job.

After all, it was just an advisor with an impressive title.

No need to care!

And certainly no need to mourn!

The dead were not worth his tears.

What he hoped for now was to use the death of the other to stir up some waves within the family.

As for Arthur Kredos?

In the past, he was worth paying attention to, but now?

Not worth considering at all.

The other was nothing more than a chess piece.

As for such a chess piece, he had plenty in his hands.

Therefore, the Old Lion's eldest son knew very well how to deal with such a chess piece.

As long as he was the real victor, then this chess piece should know what to do.

"Hmph, the ultimate victory will surely be mine!"

Gleisa snorted coldly, thus declaring.

...

Meanwhile, far away in the Western Sea, Drake Kredos's eyes widened looking at the intelligence in his hands.

'Child of Misfortune born in secrecy, favored by the Grim Reaper, the contemporary "Black Cat," the "Leader of the Cat Sect," the South Los Swordsmanship Competition Champion, master of Caesar Manor, the "Spirit Medium" Arthur Kredos...'

Unconsciously, the Western Sea Pirate General recited the string of titles on the intelligence report.

Soon after, confusion appeared on the Pirate General's face.

Is this really my showy but incompetent, muggle nephew?

Impossible, right?

Hm?!

The Pirate General, who had been repeatedly criticizing, clearly thought of something and was suddenly taken aback.

'No way! No way!

Uncle and you share a heart, and you're playing mind games with Uncle!

When did you realize something was amiss and started acting?

Was it after Winters disappeared?

Or even earlier?'

The Pirate General thought to himself, yet the smile on his lips was uncontrollable, eventually—

"Hahaha!

Worthy of being my nephew!

If the Old Man saw this, he'd probably be shocked to drops his jaw!

Your brothers and sisters can act.

Your nephew is even better than the lot!"

In the midst of laughter, the Pirate General shouted at a subordinate nearby—

"Fish out those two fools from the Water Prison and question them in detail again about their encounter with Arthur.

Then...

Throw a banquet!

Let loose on food and drink, I'm happy today."

As he spoke, the Pirate General pulled out a bottle of rum from thin air and began to gulp it down.

He seemed genuinely uncontrollably elated.

At least, that's how most people saw it.

Only a few close confidants could see their boss's hidden signal—

Go to Inner Bay.