They all call me Great Master-Chapter 631 - 628: Set Sail!

Arthur could tell that there was something off about Yula and Lucius.

Marinda could certainly tell as well.

Moreover, from a certain perspective, Marinda could see it even more clearly.

Because—

Marinda was a woman.

She was also a woman who possessed the title 'Lady of the Long Night.'

Marinda could see that apart from some minor scheming, Yula was also tinged with a hint of bloodiness.

For such a woman, Marinda was not keen at all.

Therefore, she let the other party know in a very domineering manner to back off on her own.

Not backing off?

Then she could not be blamed for being ruthless.

"Don't you think the 'Oriental' is still lacking some legendary elements?"

Arthur, however, spoke softly.

His entire expression was very natural; his eyes were even gazing into Marinda's eyes, and his body showed no signs of stiffness or discomfort, yet he was truly feeling the warmth on his arm.

Was he used to it?

Had he become desensitized?

That wasn't right, was it?

Just like that, he had adapted to me?

Arthur kept asking himself.

It was not until then that Marinda suddenly realized something was amiss.

Right before she had been arm in arm with Arthur, she had fully psychologically prepared herself.

Also, she had deliberately not eaten.

Not just a meal.

Since yesterday afternoon until now, she had not eaten anything.

Even water, she had not drunk a bit more.

All to bring out her best condition for today's appearance—the moment she stepped down from the carriage, she had counted, a total of 13,114 people had looked this way, and by the time she walked toward the gangway of the 'Oriental,' the number of people watching her had increased to 52,100.

This was a rough count she did.

There would definitely be discrepancies.

But being able to remember this rough number was already hard enough for Marinda.

Even if her counting was just a way to divert attention.

However, it seemed like the diversion had gone a bit too far…

How had her body's instincts become different?

Had she adapted?

Or had she gotten used to it?

Marinda's mind was filled with confusion, and she snorted coldly—

"Legendary elements?

'Hercules' Airship,' 'Golden Dragon,' 'Thorn,' 'White Crow' are four legendary warships, each filled with countless stories.

But the 'Oriental'?

It's just a cruise ship!"

While countering Arthur, Marinda stealthily withdrew her hand, transitioning to a pose with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Facing the unruffled Marinda, Arthur also sighed with relief inwardly.

The young 'Spirit Medium' would definitely not make a move without confirming whether Marinda was desensitized or not.

He would just lightly chuckle, countering Marinda in the same tone.

"You're speaking of the 'Oriental' as it is now.

How about letting the 'Oriental' start from now on?

A story?

Make it up as it goes, and there will be plenty.

As for the legendary elements?"

Arthur said, looking towards Marinda.

The lady arched an eyebrow, ready at any moment to strike back at the rascal before her—knowing well that this childish fellow would not spare his insults.

And while Marinda was completely engaged, Arthur's gaze suddenly shifted towards the docklands.

Marinda instinctively followed Arthur's gaze towards the docklands.

The area was teeming with heads.

On ordinary days, the spacious Docklands would now be nothing but shoulder to shoulder.

If it weren't for Malz and his people coming over in advance to help, things would have definitely gone awry at this point.

Of course, the members of Rat Street had also done their utmost behind the scenes.

Yesterday morning, Hughes, Wiggins' brother, had notified everyone he could and had personally taught a lesson to those rebellious troublemakers.

Compared to Wiggins' "gentleness," Hughes' bloody ruthlessness was even more terrifying to people.

At least, in today's Docklands, not a single Golden Finger was seen.

All in all, although the Docklands were very crowded now, they were nevertheless orderly.

Everyone was looking at the distinctive 'Oriental.'

Meanwhile, Arthur, accompanied by Marinda, watched the people on the dock below the ship, and the young 'Spirit Medium' whispered—

"The place where you and I stand is a legend."

In his gentle words, there was no passionate exhortation, nor any grand vision.

There was only a subtle description.

It seemed...

That the sight before them was simply a fact.

A slight tremor ran through Marinda's heart, as if she might skip a beat.

But outwardly, the lady scoffed at it.

"You, my dear, aren't just naive, but also narcissistic, aren't you?

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Why don't you declare right here that you're the 'King of the World'?"

As she spoke, the lady provocatively jutted her chin towards Arthur.

And yet, Arthur just blinked.

"Are you sure?

On a ship, shouting 'King of the World' could bring misfortune!

Of course, if you would cooperate with me...

it wouldn't be too bad!"

Arthur said, grinning mischievously and gesturing for Marinda to step in front of him, striking a pose with her arms wide open.

"You scoundrel, don't even think about it!"

Marinda promptly flipped him the middle finger in response.

"It's you who doesn't want to, not me who won't do it!

I have already fully prepared myself mentally!

So...

shouldn't you compensate for the regrets in my heart?"

Arthur laughed playfully.

Marinda gave him a look as if she saw through everything.

The lady pulled out her pipe, put it in her mouth, and snorted softly—

"Do you want that information for the three guys just now?

An hour from now, have your Crow come and get it.

I don't want to waste energy running back and forth."

Having said that, the lady sat in Arthur's cabin engulfed in smoke, even opening a box of food that Brule had just brought.

They were all dried, easily preserved foods from South Los.

Marinda directly picked up a dried bat ray and started gnawing at it raw.

Arthur walked to the side, poured a cup of orange tea, and placed it beside Marinda.

At that moment, Arthur reconfirmed that Marinda must not have eaten for a long time today for her to be in this state.

She devoured a dried bat ray, a large squid, and a ham complete with hoof and bone.

After eating these, Marinda clapped her hands, wiped them, and her mouth with a towel that Arthur handed to her, then headed towards the exit of the cabin—the 'Oriental' was about to depart.

She needed to disembark now.

Arthur and Marinda walked shoulder to shoulder.

Amidst the eyes filled with either envy, respect, or jealousy from the crowd, Arthur escorted Marinda down to the gangway.

Everyone saw Arthur and Marinda's 'kiss.'

Although it was just a moment, many young ladies were already moved by the scene and began clapping.

Shortly after, the crowd indulged in Arthur and Marinda's lingering glances of reluctant farewells.

Everyone saw that the 'Oriental' was about to set sail, and the South Los 'Spirit Medium' couldn't help but look back thrice with reluctance as she boarded.

They also saw the lady known as the 'Lady of the Long Night,' Marinda, eyes reddened.

That gently waving arm seemed to say, can't you stay?

The responding waving arm seemed to answer, wait for my return.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the dock and on the 'Oriental' was filled with emotions, the reporters quickly jotted down notes and sketches, knowing well what the headlines for tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that would be.

Meanwhile—

A few ill-intentioned folks quietly followed them.