They all call me Great Master

Wearing a wig, having hidden the pipe, draped in a long skirt, and slightly altering her face, Marinda seemed like a girl from another town, lively and energetic, greeting Mr. and Mrs. Smith with the unique excitement of a young person.

Arthur, on the other hand, had his head slightly bowed. It was only after hearing Marinda greet them that he looked up, nodding repeatedly at Mr. and Mrs. Smith with an obvious sense of awkwardness.

"Good morning!"

Mr. and Mrs. Smith responded.

Especially Mrs. Smith, Rachel, who whispered to Marinda —

"You'd better prepare some small change later.

That guy, he's very greedy.

If you don't have small change ready, he'll give you a hard time."

Mrs. Smith discreetly pointed at the servant behind the bar.

It was a tall, burly man with a beard covering his face.

"Thank you."

Marinda whispered her thanks.

The two parties brushed past each other soon after.

This was a friendly exchange between strangers.

After Marinda paid 5 zeroes, she obtained the room key and a week's room use rights quite smoothly.

"20 Suo a day!

It's just the smallest room!

It's really too expensive!

Oh god!"

The little town girl Marinda was portraying clutched Arthur's hand as she headed toward the upstairs room, muttering constantly, while Arthur carried the wicker box, gently comforting —

"Lin, it's okay, we are on our honeymoon.

It's all worth it."

Such clumsy comfort might cause others to ridicule.

Yet it made the little town girl Lin smile joyfully.

The beauty of youth, along with the longing for the future, was vividly showcased on the two young people.

Standing at the corridor corner, Mr. and Mrs. Smith laughed together —

"It's all just you being overly suspicious.

Those two young people just happened to stand behind us by coincidence."

Mrs. Smith said softly.

"Alright.

It's my fault for being overly suspicious.

I was just worried about those bastards — in Inner Bay, we're unfamiliar, and were targeted by a bunch of guys as soon as we got off the ship. Who knows if these bastards have other accomplices?"

Mr. Smith sighed.

Mrs. Smith nodded, not refuting.

Of course, her reason for not refuting wasn't due to those guys who were eyeing her.

But rather —

The aftershock from recent battles!

The battle aftershock of 'Ascend Stepper' was distinctly felt by her.

She wasn't sure if it was a 'Death' trick.

But she increasingly regretted coming to Inner Bay.

'We should have gone to South Los instead.'

Mrs. Smith thought.

Similarly, Mr. Smith thought the same.

At that moment —

Ding ling! Ding ling!

The sound of bells rang out in the hall of the Storm Inn.

Urgent, loud.

And, accompanied by the noise of people's chatter.

Apparently, something serious had happened.

"You go to the room first, I'll go have a look."

Mr. Smith said.

"Be careful."

Mrs. Smith reminded him.

Mr. Smith nodded, making a reassuring gesture, and as he reached the stairs, noticed the previously shy young man was also heading downstairs.

'Though timid and introverted, he is nice, knowing to step up at such a moment.'

Mr. Smith commented, feeling a bit more favorable toward him.

"Hello, meeting again.

Let's introduce ourselves, I am Reich Smith."

Mr. Smith extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Smith.

I am Don Quixote Frankenstein."

Arthur gave a fabricated name.

No special meaning behind it.

Just thought the name rolled off the tongue.

"Shall we go together?"

After Mr. Smith muttered the mouthful name, he invited Arthur — a polite young man willing to stand in front of his wife to face danger easily won the favor of this former demigod.

This Mr. Smith thought if it wouldn't affect him, he could lend a helping hand.

Of course, that would require the other not to decline.

And an introverted, timid person would not know how to refuse such enthusiastic invitations.

"Okay."

Arthur showed the appropriate attitude.

Soon, the two walked shoulder to shoulder to the first floor —

The hotel's servants had already gathered in the hall.

Some were holding sticks and firearms, blocking the hall's entrance, while others were assisting the guests inside to move out promptly.

And the innkeeper stood at the center of the hall, shouting loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm truly sorry.

A riot has occurred at Kilg Harbor.

The Storm Inn is temporarily closed — For those who have checked in, please do not worry, the inn will ensure your safety within the premises.

For those outside the inn, I apologize for my inability.

I cannot discern everyone's true identity.

Please leave."

This innkeeper, of average build, with a plump physique, spoke with an extraordinarily loud voice.

Everyone heard the speech.

The guests inside the inn heaved a sigh of relief immediately.

People outside the inn were anxiously pleading.

However, faced with sticks and firearms, they dared not move forward — they are here because they know the reliability of the 'Storm Inn.'

Yet this reliability, at this moment, became a thorn impeding them.

"Go fetch more weapons.

Everyone should split into four teams, with one team resting, while the other three consist of two fixed guarding teams and one patrolling team, plus..."

The innkeeper arranged things methodically.

Arthur fittingly displayed surprise.

After all, the other party didn't seem like just an innkeeper.

Mr. Smith beside him quietly explained.

"This innkeeper's father is a deputy police chief, and he also holds the rank of deputy, that's why he has so many firearms.

Additionally, those holding firearms are registered temporary officers."

"I see."

Arthur nodded with realization.

Then, he became worried.

"Don't worry, everything will pass."

Mr. Smith comforted Arthur, but the next moment, Mr. Smith's gaze sharpened — he saw that 'Death Hound.'

The intelligent eyes and unique appearance were unmistakable.

"Mr. Smith, what's wrong?"

Mr. Smith's abnormality prompted the character Arthur was playing to appropriately show astonishment.

"It's nothing.

Frankenstein, you go back first.

I want to gather more information."

Mr. Smith said.

"I'll go with you."

Arthur continued to play his part.

Seeing Arthur's sincere eyes, Mr. Smith sighed, feeling more inclined to communicate with this young man. A shy, timid yet enthusiastic young man, the likes of Smith enjoyed such people greatly.

He waved his hand.

"Go protect your wife.

Although the Storm Inn is relatively safe, she will truly be safe with you around."

After saying so, not giving Arthur a chance, Smith quickly left.

Arthur, seemingly helpless, turned to head back upstairs.

At the corner of the hall, Kiri saw Mr. Smith approaching, and immediately wrote —

Eliminate the 'Mechanism Master'!