They all call me master.

Chapter 680 Dinner in Xilongde!

Arthur smiled and raised his hand to take out a blank contract.

The West Berlin Marquis said very cooperatively.

"I need the whereabouts of that person, and I need your kindness."

"I need the port of Dordot, which originally belonged to the 'Inland River Cult' and the 'Church of Pain'. Likewise, I also need your kindness."

Arthur stated his conditions.

"You are in control of the process, but you cannot interfere with my attack on that person."

The West Berlin Marquis added.

"Then you will not initiate any attacks on my property in the port of Dordot within three years, and I will ensure that I will not be present in your attack."

Arthur added.

"Only one time?"

The West Berlin Marquis asked back.

“Once is lucky.

And after losing this opportunity, you may never see that person again in your life.

Of course, you can also entrust me to divine His whereabouts again, as long as you can pay the corresponding price, but believe me, that kind of price is definitely not something you are willing to bear."

Arthur said with a smile, and his tone of voice unconsciously became very similar to the old Charlie in his memory.

simply put……

The tone of a charlatan.

However, due to his preconceived impression, the Marquis of West Berlin did not have any doubts.

Afterwards, the two hypocritical guys began to discuss the details of the contract.

One word at a time.

Moreover, the Marquis carefully examined the paper to see if there were any interlayers or any words written in invisible ink.

Arthur did not stop this.

As for the result?

Naturally, this will satisfy both parties.

"When the Vostok arrives at the port of Dordot tomorrow, I will invite you to a dinner in the name of West Berlin. At the same time, I will let the whole of West Berlin know that the Vostok can travel freely along my coast."

The West Berlin Margrave showed his generosity.

Although it was the content of the contract, Arthur still expressed his gratitude.

"Then I think Ms. Jacqueline and Ms. Catherine will definitely attend."

Arthur said emphatically.

This is an important part of the plan.

"Of course, I will cooperate with you.

Jacqueline and Catherine will definitely be in the banquet hall for tomorrow's dinner.

And, always within your sight.”

The Marquis of West Berlin, who had discussed the matter, expressed it with certainty.

"Then, see you tomorrow night!"

Arthur smiled and bowed slightly.

"See you tomorrow night!

By the way, the wild boar meat in West Lund is delicious.

I think Sir Otter of Westrond would be happy to entertain the guests on the Orient and give a perfect explanation of what has just happened."

The Marquis of West Berlin seemed to suddenly remember something, and as he turned around, he stopped and said something.

"I look forward to it."

Arthur kept smiling.

Then, one person flew away into the distance.

That is the unique bloodline ability of the West Berlin family.

The other person returned to the 'Vostok'.

This is the skill of the 'medium' itself.

In the river breeze, two wet shadows appeared on the terrace of the "Orient".

It was Pendragon the cat and Killy the hound.

When Arthur went to "face" the Marquis of West Berlin, he told his cat and hound to stay behind - perhaps he was worrying too much, but who knew if there would be any accidents?
In short, it’s always better to be cautious.

After all, the moral integrity of the nobility is not as good as the chastity of the nightclub atmosphere group. At least the chastity of the latter is like breadcrumbs scattered on the square. Whichever bird arrives first gets it.

And the former?
Exists only in imagination.

It is as luxurious and holy as the emperor's new clothes, but you can't look directly at it, because you will see a lot of hanging hair.

Pendragon shook his whole body from head to toe, and then used the method of controlling the airflow to blow his hair, making himself look fluffy and clean.

And Kiley is a little bit less smart.

After shaking quickly, he just stared at Arthur with his fur standing up.

Its Husky-like appearance seemed even wiser at this moment.

"Kili?"

Arthur's tone rose a notch, indicating that he didn't want to act.

Erha is indeed wise.

But the Husky, which looks like a death hound, is definitely not such a brainless creature.

In fact, this is also the case.

As Arthur's voice became louder, Kiley immediately found a blanket nearby and prepared to wipe himself.

However, Pendragon on the side raised his cat paw.

The air current swept past.

Keely was clean and new.

After doing all this, Pendragon proudly raised his neck and jumped onto Killy's back, starting to play his favorite dog bus game.

Different from Kulichi's embarrassment.

Kili had no bottom line at all, carrying Pendragon from one side of the terrace to the other.

When Kili ran his tenth round trip, a group of people appeared on the dock of West Longde.

Leading the group was a well-dressed old nobleman.

He was wearing a black suit, a gold pocket watch, a red scarf, and holding a silver cane in his hand, with four waiters following behind him, looking like an old aristocrat.

However, unlike the arrogant old nobleman in people's memory, Sir Oter in front of them was polite at this moment.

Facing the common people, Old Barry and Albert maintained an approachable smile.

"Captain Barry, First Mate Albert, welcome to Westrond, you two and the guests from the Orient.

As the Lord of Sirond, I think a banquet will be a good way to mark our first meeting.

Coincidentally, just now in the dense forest, the wild boar stepped into the hunter's trap.

The roasted wild boar in Xilongde tastes quite good.

Of course, everyone present can get a share of the roasted wild boar."

Sir Otter's voice was so loud that not only old Barry and Albert in front of him could hear it clearly, but also the guests on the "Orient" and the people on the shore could hear it.

Immediately, the local people of West Longde cheered.

Living close to the pier, the locals of West Longde live a good life.

But who can resist free food?

The guests on the Orient felt quite honored.

You know, this is an invitation from a noble.

Even the richest among them were merely businessmen, not aristocrats.

As for old Barry and Albert?
The two of them knew very well why the old nobleman in front of them was so polite.

Of course it’s because of their big boss.

Subconsciously, the two turned around and looked at the top deck of the "Orient" not far behind them.

There, Arthur nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

"Of course, it's a great honor!"

Old Barry immediately turned around and responded.