A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 222 Boarding the Big Reagan
When Arthur and the others arrived at the pier, the street lights on both sides were already on. The wind on the pier carried a unique smell, which was also mixed with the smell of burning wood.

To be honest, Arthur quite likes the taste.

After getting off the carriage, Arthur raised his head and looked at the bow parked in the port in front of him. It is said to be the most luxurious cruise ship still in operation today.

It's truly spectacular when viewed from below.

"So why don't we ride over here?"

Kieran and Arthur who got off the carriage said that he obviously preferred the feeling of riding a horse.

While smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes caused by sitting in the carriage just now, Arthur answered Kieran's question and said:

"Because when we got here, right now, right now, the snobs were already paying attention to us, and of course, we could come on our own horses like the hillbillies they call us, but I didn't want to be part of that crowd. focus."

Hosea expressed great surprise that Arthur actually understood this truth. You know, he had to remind Arthur of such things before. He smiled and said:

"Yes, Kieran, Arthur is now a real nouveau riche in oil extraction, spending money like water. Now, let us hold our heads high and confidently board this gold-selling cave."

Looking at Hosea who walked in front with his head held high after finishing speaking, Arthur shook his head helplessly, and he who followed behind complained:

"Okay, Hosea, this isn't asking you to play Hamlet, just be normal."

To be honest, since Hosea left Dutch and then recuperated in Valentine for a period of time, Arthur always felt that Hosea really felt like he was getting younger and younger in terms of mentality.

Passing through the wooden escalator connected to the first deck, Arthur and the others had already left their weapons in the carriage and handed them over to the driver for safekeeping, so they passed the search by the security personnel at the entrance smoothly.

"Come on, Arthur is treating you tonight, be happy, Kieran, I think there will be enough champagne here." Hosea patted Kieran on the shoulder and said.

After Kieran boarded the boat, he unconsciously thought of Sean who stayed at the hotel. Although he did not tell Arthur about this as promised to him, he wanted to go back. Later, Arthur will learn from Hosea, and Kieran can't help but still feel a little guilty and worried.

And Hosea noticed Kieran's depression immediately. He guessed what Kieran was thinking, so he said some words to cheer Kieran up along the way.

After Arthur and the others passed through the corridor, which was later called Tiffany Blue and had the same color and gilded edges, they opened the door to the casino.

The elegant sound of the piano, the guards with guns on alert, the luxurious wooden interior, the soft carpets, and a waiter waiting to serve you every two steps, well, there is also the smell of smoke lingering in the air.

This fits Arthur's imagination perfectly.

Arthur did not rush to take a gamble, but after agreeing on a time and place to meet with Hosea and Kieran, he allowed the two of them to move around freely.

Arthur wandered around the hall for a while, then left and wandered around the ship.

I have to say that after this round, Arthur felt that the Big Reagan was indeed worthy of the title of the most luxurious cruise ship still in operation.

When Arthur came to the second deck and looked into the distance, he discovered that the cruise ship had now left the port and was parked in the middle of the Lanahatchee River.
From this position on the ship, he could see the brightly lit night view of Saint-Denis and the city glowing in the dark. This scene made Arthur feel trance-like.

"How about it? Isn't it particularly shocking to see the night view of Saint Denis from here?"

"...Indeed, Mr. Miller, you must have been looking for me since you got on the boat."

Arthur looked back at Miller, who was in formal attire behind him, and said with a smile. If he hadn't come specifically to see him, Arthur wouldn't believe that he could meet him here on such a big ship.

Miller nodded and said:
"It's true. If this happened by chance, it seems a little unreasonable. Arthur, there is one thing..."

Before Miller finished speaking, the sound of voices coming from above the two of them made him shut up. Arthur also heard the movement above, so the two of them listened quietly to the person above:

"Those who gamble there are so rich."

"Uh-huh, just stand your ground honestly. You'll get used to it after you stay here for a while."

It seems like two guards are having a conversation?

"Ah... tell me, why are they so rich?"

"Hey, because we have no money." "..."

Listening to the footsteps above that finally faded away, Arthur smiled and said:

"Makes sense, doesn't it?"

Why rich people have money is of course because poor people have no money.

Miller, who was just about to say something to Arthur but was interrupted by the appearance of the two guards above, did not continue what he had just said. Instead, he responded:

"Yes, logically speaking, someone who can understand this shouldn't be a guard here?"

"Oh? Are you biased against the guard profession? Or are you biased against the poor?"

Arthur's question was quite abrupt. Miller believed that Arthur could understand the meaning of what he just said. However, it was not important. He continued to ask after Arthur's words:

"So, will you make friends with poor people?"

"When I make a friend, I don't care whether he has money or not. Most people won't be as rich as us anyway, right?"

Hearing Arthur's words, Miller couldn't help but clapped his hands and said:

"You really are nothing like us, Arthur."

"Should I be like you?"

Miller put away his smile and said seriously:
"But you are us."

"..."

At this point in this mindless conversation, if Arthur still didn't know what Miller was talking about and what he wanted to say, then he wouldn't be the Arthur he is now.

"Have you settled the opinions of other people in the association?"

"Well, soon, but not yet. Do you know about the 'illegal' oil exploration in the Bay of Saint-Denis?" Miller said as he took out two cigars from his arms. Arthur took one and said:

"Does this have anything to do with my joining the association?"

"That's right. Because the man who's mining illegally is none other than Leviticus Cornish."

Miller placed the lit match in front of the cigar, then took a few puffs and successfully lit the cigar in his mouth. The scarlet light spot on it was particularly eye-catching on the dim deck.

Arthur did not light the cigar in his mouth. He thought carefully for a moment while biting the butt of the cigarette, and then asked in a guessing tone:

"Mayor? Lemieux and Cornwall are colluding to make a profit? Is that so?"

If this were not the case, then Arthur could not understand why Miller specifically added the accent when he mentioned the word 'illegal'.

"Sharp judgment."

After receiving Miller's affirmative answer, Arthur continued:

"It doesn't make much sense, does it? Even if this matter is exposed in the end, it will just be a scandal related to the mayor. At most, Cornwall will be fined some money?"

Miller spread his hands and asked with a surprised look on his face:

"Otherwise, are you still trying to bring down Cornwall with such a trivial matter?"

Miller flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued:

"Anyway, I've told you this news. It's up to you how to operate it. I think with this stepping stone, there should be no obstacles for you to join the association."

(End of this chapter)