They all call me master.

Chapter 685: Bet with me, how can I bear to see you lose!

Under Malinda's gaze, Arthur quickly wrote down -.

Be adaptable.

If it were anyone else, Melinda would have thought she was being tricked.

But if it was Arthur, there must be a reason.

Almost instantly, the lady had an idea.

'You fought the Marquis of West Berlin?'

Malinda wrote quickly.

The situation is now quite clear. The Marquis of West Berlin wants to kill two birds with one stone, fighting against the old lion in the inner bay while making plans for the "Lady of Pain".

Naturally, the 'Lady of Pain' was unwilling to surrender, so she created the current situation.

As for the 'Inland River Cult'?
Even if the old lion is extremely ambitious, he will restrain himself.

After all, they are aristocrats.

Even though beneath the gorgeous appearance is the brutality of a bandit.

but,
Robbers also follow rules.

Once the rules are broken, it is not a good thing.

With such a premise, Arthur gave such an uncertain answer even though he was stirring up the situation. He must have been concerned about the strength of the Marquis of West Berlin.

I've even experienced it myself.

Under Malinda's gaze, Arthur nodded.

'Very strong, with more than one trump card.'

Arthur wrote.

This is a fact, there is more than one deadly murderous intent hidden in the "Artillery Array".

Malinda took a self-conscious puff from her pipe.

While thinking, the lady always habitually smokes tobacco.

However, after taking a puff, I realized that there was no fire at all.

The awkward feeling made the lady frown slightly.

She didn't want to affect Arthur's appetite.

But when it comes to thinking, there is indeed a habit.

While the lady was still hesitating, Arthur raised his hand and the flame on the candlestick fell into Melinda's pipe.

“Some habits are hard to change, but they can be managed.”

Arthur sighed softly, looking like he couldn't do anything to you.

Melinda immediately curled her lips.

"You light a cigarette for me and then tell me to quit smoking?"

The lady was a little confused by Arthur's operation.

"Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or awkward.

But I also know that tobacco control is good for you.

So, I chose a better solution - how about we make a bet? "

Arthur explained and suggested.

Immediately, Melinda became interested.

"Quit Smoking Bureau?"

The lady cleverly guessed what Arthur wanted to do, and became more and more curious about how Arthur would make the bet.

"Yes, the Smoking Cessation Bureau."

Arthur nodded and pointed to the Westrond Pier on the shore.

"Let's bet—

There will be no more fireworks launched within half an hour.

I proposed the bet, so you get to choose first."

Malinda asked without rushing to choose.

"If I lose, I promise you that I won't smoke tobacco again unless it's a matter of urgency.

But what if you lose? "

The deep blue eyes blinked, full of curiosity and anticipation.

"If I lose...

Remember the pipe and tobacco you gave me?
They will appear in my hands at any time! "

Arthur replied.

His blue eyes lit up.

Melinda knew that Arthur was polite to others when they smoked a pipe, but she would never touch it. If she was willing to take it in her hands now...

enough!
After all, it was her gift.

Thinking of this, the lady spoke.

"it is good!

However, I will give you a new pipe."

Arthur had no objection to this.

"Then I bet...there will be more fireworks going off in half an hour!"

Malinda said.

“Okay, then I’ll bet that no fireworks go off—Malinda, are you sure you don’t want to change it?

You know, a lot of fireworks were set off just now.

Even if the old Jazz doesn't mind a halftime show, the chances are slim."

Arthur reminded Melinda.

"Do not!

The smaller the probability, the greater the reward, especially when betting with a guy like you. I always believe that common sense should be ignored.

You have to do the opposite!"

Melinda said confidently.

What could Arthur say about this?

He shrugged and pushed the crispy beef in a clay pot in front of Melinda.

"Try it. The chef you introduced is really good."

"of course!"

The lady smiled proudly.

This lady took the 'Vostok' very seriously.

From construction to decoration and staff allocation, this lady took care of everything.

The chefs would only appear on the "Orient" after tasting the dishes.

Melinda picked up a whole piece of golden puff pastry with a fork, and took out the beef cut into dice from the clay pot. After draining the soup, she placed it on the puff pastry and lightly wrapped the beef with a fork - this is Melinda's favorite way to eat it, which can perfectly combine the taste of beef and the texture of puff pastry.

However, this time Melinda did not put it in her mouth immediately.

Instead, he handed it to Arthur.

This flattered Arthur.

“There’s only one piece of puff pastry!”

Arthur reminded.

"But I can ask the chef to make another one, and I'm sure there will be some prepared in the kitchen."

Melinda said as she looked at the chef nearby.

Immediately, the chef nodded with a smile on his face.

"of course."

After saying that, the chef walked out tactfully.

Immediately, Arthur and Melinda were the only ones left in the cabin. Arthur did not refuse the food in front of him, while Melinda scooped up the soup and sipped it gently, looking towards the other side from time to time.

Undoubtedly, Melinda cares about this bet more than you might think.

In response, Arthur sighed and used the contract to contact Pendragon.

……

On the shore, Pendragon was guarding a pier.

This was the last properly functioning firework in that old jazz warehouse, and it was on borrowed time.

As for the rest?
It's all 'marked'.

The lead is wet and cannot be used for a short period of time.

Pendragon once again had a profound understanding of his father's cunning.

For this, it mourned for the lady.

It's a losing gamble, it's really tragic.

As he sighed, the contract in Pendragon's heart trembled.

Meow!