They all call me Great Master-Chapter 632 - 629 Misfortune Journey!

Marinda watched the ships with ill intentions.

It was all too obvious.

It wasn't just coincidence in timing, but some ships were clearly empty, with an intent that couldn't be more transparent—they were targeting the "Oriental".

However, this lady wasn't worried.

She trusted Arthur.

And what about her?

She just needed to do what she was supposed to do.

"Edwin, I want the detailed information on Lucius, Yula, and Joe within an hour,"

Marinda ordered her coachman.

Lucius, Yula, and Joe were part of Arthur's arrangement, and of course, she wouldn't forget them.

At the same time, the lady began to smoke a pipe.

Puff!

She gently exhaled the smoke, and quickly began to write amidst it.

Male, wearing brown burlap clothing, with a dirty face, standing near Brule Trading Company at the docks.

Female, dressed in last year's fashionable light green leg-of-mutton sleeve dress, and a man riding a double horse carriage near alleys 2-21 in the Docklands.

Male...

The lady conveyed her instructions one by one.

These were the people who had just shown their malevolent intentions.

Even though it was not possible to ascertain their identities, this did not prevent Marinda from having someone watch these fellows.

And that was what she had to do.

'Marinda should have her eye on those who've shown their faces, right?'

Arthur leaned back on the chair, his legs propped up on the table in front of him, looking completely at ease.

That the "Oriental" might be targeted was something Arthur had anticipated long ago.

After all, unlike the quietly established Miss Qiu's Security Company and Mr. Wu's Exchange, the "Oriental" was just too open and aboveboard, truly well-publicized.

It would be impossible for others not to know about it.

Naturally, it would attract a bunch of people's attention.

These people included enemies and others with ulterior motives.

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And perhaps, some schemer had set their sights on him, Arthur, the young, upright, naive, and kind "Spirit Medium".

Thus, what Arthur practiced was...

Show your face, and you'll be struck down immediately!

Even when considering his other business interests, Arthur wouldn't be soft-hearted at such a time.

People are greedy and without limits.

A single act of leniency only turns sheep into wolves.

And when wolves gather, that's when they swarm.

By that point, it wouldn't matter if you were pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, or if you were truly a fierce tiger; you'd still end up being torn apart.

That saint had said, strike with one punch to prevent a hundred more!

He, Arthur, loves to follow the teachings of saints!

Besides, wasn't he fully prepared?

Without any intention of getting up, Arthur raised his hand, and a "Hand of Void" brought over a cup of orange tea—the long seafaring trade required a supplement of vitamins, and although the "Oriental" was only sailing along the coast, they still prepared these rare seafaring drinks according to tradition.

Of course, if that wasn't to one's liking, there were various fruits to choose from.

The biggest advantage of coastal navigation is that supplies are never lacking.

Taking a sip of this tart and sweet beverage, Arthur gazed at those ill-intentioned ships behind him, and whispered softly—

"Set sail with misfortune, beware of the storms!"

After speaking, Arthur casually toasted those ships as if wishing them good luck.

Inside the captain's cabin of the "Oriental".

The first mate, Albert, was staring intently at the thirteen ships behind the "Oriental".

This first mate of the "Oriental", who had just turned thirty, was certain these fellows were up to no good; one only needed to look at how deep the ships were in the water to understand everything.

Therefore, Albert, who was serving as First Mate of a ship for the first time, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

The First Mate had already decided to fight these bastards to the end.

Even if they were outnumbered.

After all, he had endured years of hardship and, thanks to a stroke of luck, became a First Mate of a ship—an impossible feat for someone from a commoner family.

South Los might be free, but the invisible, unwritten rules still existed.

For example: for a passenger ship like the "Oriental," the First Mate is definitely from a middle-class family, and the position of captain, during the Silver Age, would certainly be a noble, perhaps a minor one or impoverished, but the noble status was definite, and even during the "Pioneer Era," such a rule was relaxed, but still rare.

So, Albert was very clear that if he lost his position as First Mate of the "Oriental," he would definitely not be able to become the First Mate of another ship.

Besides, those envious people would certainly spread rumors that it was his fault that the "Oriental" met with misfortune.

And others would surely believe it.

Rumors like this can't be explained away.

Rather than being so embarrassed that he had no place in South Los, the First Mate was prepared to go all out.

But Captain Barry just laughed and waved his hand.

"Don't be nervous, Albert,

things haven't reached that point yet.

Don't forget whose ship this is."

As a captain borrowed from Marinda, Barry knew a few things.

The captain had the distinctive dark, reddish complexion of a deep-sea sailor, as well as a considerably more robust body than the average person, and even though his beard was white, his palms were still strong.

Snap!

At this moment, that hand slapped onto Albert's shoulder.

"Captain?"

The First Mate was puzzled.

He certainly knew this was South Los's "Spirit Medium's" ship.

But even if it was the South Los "Spirit Medium," what could be done against those vicious river pirates?

Surely they couldn't just kill all the river pirates, could they?

"Relax.

I'm just here temporarily. In another year or two, I'll retire, and by that time, the position of captain of the 'Oriental' will be yours.

So, there's something you need to understand.

Remember our Chief Sailor?"

The captain reminded his First Mate.

As someone who was about to retire, Captain Barry did not mind giving Albert a few more pointers, after all, this was the reason he was appointed to this position.

For this, he was quite envious of Albert, a man of common birth, for being noticed by the boss and the big boss.

He could fully imagine that as long as Albert didn't make mistakes, his ascent would be meteoric.

So, at this point, the usually tight-lipped Barry became "Big Mouth" Barry.

"Old John?

That guy has been missing since the ship set sail!

He couldn't be an accomplice of those river pirates, could he?"

Albert frowned tightly as soon as he mentioned the Chief Sailor, who didn't seem like a regular sailor.

Whether it was his three large gold teeth or his sloppy demeanor, the First Mate felt the man seemed more like a pirate than a sailor.

Even though he seemed diligent and responsible.

But it was precisely this abnormality that made the First Mate even more suspicious.

"How could that be!

On this ship, anyone could be an accomplice to the river pirates, but definitely not Old John.

That guy, he despises river pirates the most!"

Captain "Big Mouth" Barry, who clearly knew more of the inside story, said this while pointing in the direction of the back of the ship.

First Mate Albert immediately turned his head to look.

Suddenly, the First Mate was stunned—

"This can't be!"