They all call me Great Master-Chapter 726 - 723 Harvest III

Joe felt a chill in his heart, and a look of tension appeared on his face immediately.

'I must have performed well, right?'

Yet deeper in his heart, 'Mikhail' was quite pleased with himself.

Why had she chosen Joe?

Wasn't it for this moment?

In the midst of the entire Port Doldot incident's conflict, Yula and Lucius, who shared the same cabin with Joe, were both deeply involved.

Even from a certain perspective, Yula could be seen as the leader of one side of the conflict.

In such a case, what fate would befall Joe, a person from the same cabin?

The best outcome would be an investigation, imprisonment.

Perhaps, he might even lose his life.

'Mikhail' of course knew all this.

But compared to the people Inner Bay might send, it was much safer with the Southern Lost Spirit Medium—after all, the Spirit Medium didn't know her true background.

This gave her room to maneuver.

Moreover, compared to losing his life, 'Mikhail' was more inclined to the idea of Joe being investigated and imprisoned.

According to the information she had gathered from various channels, the Southern Lost Spirit Medium was an extremely cautious person who would absolutely not take action without complete certainty.

And Joe, naturally, was valuable!

So, despite facing some hardships, he would certainly survive.

The moment the Spirit Medium had sent Old John, 'Mikhail' was utterly convinced of this.

Old John, she knew.

The Chief Sailor of the 'Oriental', a bastard whose hands were stained with blood and who couldn't completely Hide the pirate stench, no matter how hard he tried—although she didn't know how that Southern Lost Spirit Medium had recruited him, she was clear about the old pirate's cruelty.

What she knew even better was why the Spirit Medium had sent him.

What else could scare a person of South Los more than a pirate?

Naturally, a seasoned pirate!

'Probe first, warn later, then observe in secret, huh?

Ha!

Humans, they never learn!'

'Mikhail' let out such a sigh in his heart, and the fear on his face grew even thicker. By the time he opened the door, there was not A Tiny Bit of color left on Joe's face.

'This guy is definitely problematic!'

The moment Old John saw Joe, he became quite certain.

Old John was aware of what had happened the previous night at Port Doldot, and although he hadn't delved into the Core details, the fact that the Spirit Medium sent him to probe this cabin's passenger was enough to prove a point—the person before him was connected to last night's events.

With an answer in his heart, Old John's face showed a hint of a smile.

Although he had washed the filth from his face, his gold teeth were still there; the three gold teeth glistened with a metallic shine as Old John smiled.

Bright, but chilling.

"Mr. Joe, may I ask where are Ms. Yula and Mr. Lucius who share the cabin with you?"

Old John glanced around and noticed that Joe was alone in the cabin, so he asked naturally.

"They left last night and haven't come back.

I've been waiting for them, and I haven't slept all night.

That damned Lucius, he must have lured Yula away."

Joe opened his mouth to respond.

At first somewhat stammering, but as he went on he became more fluent, and anger began to appear on his face.

However, this exaggerated performance was too obvious, and Old John saw through it at a glance.

But Old John, who had only been explicitly tasked with 'interrogation, not detention', did not expose this.

"You didn't leave the cabin at all last night?"

Old John continued to ask.

"No."

Joe was very certain.

"Very well, this is just a simple inquiry. Please go to the top deck terrace later, where the big boss will be waiting for you to ask further questions."

After speaking, Old John turned and walked out.

It was only after Old John's figure had completely vanished that Joe let out a sigh of relief.

Yet deep inside, "Mikhail" was full of disdain.

Just as she had anticipated, first a probe, then a warning, and thereafter, observation.

Now, the probing was complete.

Naturally, it was time for a warning.

However––

"Such matters should be dealt with personally, rather than delegated to underlings. Clearly, my appearance has thrown this Southern Lost Spirit Medium off balance!" thought "Mikhail" to herself, as her maggot-like body began to squirm incessantly.

This was a form of pride.

It was as if "Mikhail" had foreseen herself triumphing once again in the end.

Be it the Old Lion, his son, or the Southern Lost Spirit Medium!

All were to become her nourishment!

Thinking this, "Mikhail" no longer hesitated, but stepped into the washroom, letting Joe carefully tidy up her appearance.

After all, appearances always held so much importance in the human world.

"Shallow and pitiful humans," "Mikhail" entertained such thoughts as she exited the cabin and headed toward the top deck of the "Oriental."

It was not her first visit.

But Joe still needed to act surprised.

However, deep down, "Mikhail" had to admit that the top deck of the "Oriental" was indeed comfortable, not only offering a great view but equipped with comprehensive facilities––standing there gave one a sense of enjoyment.

"Perhaps, I should have my believers build such a ship for me as well," "Mikhail" mused, as Joe had already bowed respectfully to the Southern Lost Spirit Medium resting in the deckchair.

"Good day, Lord Kledos."

"Good day, Mr. Qiao," replied Arthur, behaving with utmost politeness.

Yet the more he did so, the more convinced "Mikhail" became of her guess––weren't all the important figures in human society like this?

They use their day-to-day facade to create opportunities for their true selves.

What a pity!

She had seen right through it!

Feeling disdainful once more, "Mikhail," maintained her stance, allowing Joe to adopt a posture as if he were all ears.

And just as the lady had anticipated, the next moment Arthur began to speak––

"Mr. Qiao, there is something… Hm?"

He had barely begun speaking when he abruptly stopped.

This caused Joe, who had his head lowered, to lift it in astonishment.

Then Joe saw Arthur wearing a look of helpless resignation as he glanced toward the inside of the cabin.

There, an orange tabby cat sat upright on the table, pawing at a lead box that was perilously close to the edge, threatening to fall.

Seemingly aware of its master's gaze, the chubby tabby quietly pushed the box back to its original place.

But just as Arthur shifted his attention away, the cat fiercely batted the box.

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The lead box fell to the floor with a sharp clang, and then it was batted around like a ball by the cat who had jumped down from the table.

Arthur looked on, his face wrought with resignation.

Watching this unfold, "Mikhail" inside Joe growled furiously––

"Curse you, cat!

Release my body!"

"Mikhail" desperately wished to tear the fat tabby to shreds, especially when she saw drool from the cat fall on the lead box. Even with the box as a barrier, "Mikhail" still felt disgusted and uncomfortable.

But...

The lead box, chased by the hefty cat, was getting closer to her.

The next moment––

Thump!

The lead box struck Joe's boot and came to a halt.