They all call me master.

Chapter 691 Port VI

Arthur took out the note he had written long ago.

The note was folded in half twice in succession, and no traces of ink could be seen.

The Marquis of West Berlin expressed his appreciation for Arthur's cautious approach.

"Don't worry, no one will spy on us here."

The Marquis took the note with a guarantee.

Then, it just disappeared on the spot.

Only a sound was left——

"It's very safe here. I hope you can rest here for a while. After all, being able to completely relax yourself in such a safe place is a rare and beautiful thing, isn't it?

By the way, Jacqueline and Catherine will be here soon."

There was a hint of pride in his voice.

Nobles cannot be trusted!
The West Berliner interpreted this statement thoroughly in his own way.

As for the contract?

The contract naturally did not expire.

The power of the contract remains.

However, the West Berlin master circumvented the 'power of the contract'.

because--

The West Berlin master was 'protecting' Arthur.

The West Berlin host never intended to hurt Arthur.

Especially those marked on the contract, the owner of West Berlin will do them one by one.

but……

And while he did that, the West Berlin master wanted more.

In other words, the master of West Berlin wanted to control Arthur in some way.

For example: a grandson with Kratos blood.

Of course, two or even more would be even better.

The West Berlin family needs such fresh blood.

Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the clear power of the contract.

Sensing the slight backlash of this power on the Marquis - it was obvious that the Marquis tried hard to bypass the backlash of the contract, but failed to completely bypass it.

Still suffered a little damage.

not heavy.

But not too light either.

The power of a contract is absolute.

After confirming this, the young 'medium' stretched his back, yawned, and lay down on the bed in the room.

The soft touch with slight friction made the young 'medium''s body sink deep into the bed, but he did not feel unsupported.

All in all, quite comfortable.

Especially when he saw the returning Marquis of West Berlin, this feeling of comfort made Arthur close his eyes comfortably.

The note was a blank piece of paper.

Not to mention the name, there is not even the slightest trace of writing.

The moment the Marquis of West Berlin unfolded the note, he was stunned.

The Marquis really didn't expect Arthur to do this.

Do not!
Be careful!
How can one be so wary of other people?

What about trust between people?
Of course, the most important thing is frustration.

Just like the frustration he felt when he heard that old Charlie broke his leg and climbed onto a lady's windowsill, the Marquis thought he had performed perfectly. He also paved the way with a grand welcome ceremony and the secure core of West Berlin Castle. Especially on the premise that Jacqueline and Catherine would definitely play some tricks, it would be easier for him to gain Arthur's trust.

pity!

The Marquis sighed.

Then, he said with a serious face.

"I said it was just a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"

The Marquis looked at Arthur as he spoke.

From the beginning, Arthur closed his eyes, breathing evenly, and looked like he was asleep.

And now, even when the Marquis spoke, his expression did not change at all.

But Arthur raised his arms.

And raised a finger.

Not the middle finger.

Yes, index finger.

The Marquis understood immediately.

"I think 10000 gold coins can really make you believe that everything that just happened was a misunderstanding."

Having said that, the Marquis looked at Arthur.

But Arthur just lay there with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the Marquis laughed, and immediately spoke as if to supplement.

"Although 100000 gold coins is a lot, I am still willing to gain your friendship."

But Arthur remained unmoved. This time, the Marquis frowned.

Not even 10 gold coins?
Is that 100w?

impossible!

What does 100 million gold coins mean?
It’s almost as much as the annual tax revenue of the Port of Dordot!
The Marquis believed that Arthur would not put forward such an "inhumane" condition, but the Marquis hoped that Arthur would put forward such an "inhumane" condition.

Because, compared to such "inhumane" conditions, what Arthur wanted was undoubtedly more difficult for him to accept, but he had to accept it - he was injured, even if he was still absolutely sure of that existence, but he became powerless to do other things.

He needed Arthur's help.

Otherwise, the port of Dordot will become a ruin.

This was something the Marquis could not accept.

The Port of Dordot is the cornerstone of the West Berlin family and must not be lost...

'etc!
Is this guy trying to lure me in on purpose?'

Suddenly, the Marquis thought of this.

Immediately, the smile on the Marquis's face became a little stiff.

But immediately, the smile became brighter.

Things have come to this point, and the Marquis does not have many choices.

The Marquis needs Arthur's help, but he still wants to struggle.

Therefore, the Marquis is ready to ask for 100 million gold coins.

The Marquis hoped to use this offer to offset Arthur's subsequent conditions.

Even at this time, the Marquis allowed himself to become naive. He kept telling himself that maybe Arthur was just purely greedy?

But before he could say these words, Arthur opened one eye.

There was a hint of smile in his deep eyes.

There was no sarcasm, let alone disdain.

But...

Expectation!

A smile full of anticipation!
Seeing the smile hidden in Arthur's eyes, the Marquis of West Berlin was speechless.

Because, the Marquis knew that if he continued to speak, he would make Arthur's expectations come true, and he would really become...

joke!

This was something the Marquis of West Berlin would never allow.

As the master of West Berlin, the Marquis has the "honor".

Although it was not much, it was enough for the Marquis to hear Arthur's specific conditions.

"Please tell me."

The Marquis sighed, looking ready to be bullied.

"A promise."

Arthur said softly.

"impossible!"

The West Berlin Marquis simply shook his head.

For the Marquis, promises are too vague. Even if they are specific, he will still feel extremely resistant.

After all, he is a noble.

The promise of signing a contract is too unfavorable.

Just as the Marquis was about to use a more tactful way to bring this cooperation back to normal, Arthur raised his lips and said -

“What if it’s aimed at the inner bay?”

Suddenly, the Marquis of West Berlin narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable light appeared in his emerald green eyes.

That's anger.

Even more hatred.

and also……

greedy.

"Can you be more specific?"

asked the Marquis.

"We have a common enemy!"

Arthur replied.

"Can you be more specific?"

asked the Marquis.

"Golden Lion."

Arthur continued to answer.

"Can you be more specific?"

The Marquis wanted to know more, but Arthur did not speak again, but stretched out his right hand.

Without hesitation, the Marquis of West Berlin grasped the right hand.

"Happy cooperation!"

(End of this chapter)