They all call me master

"Is it a ship?"

Arthur asked in a low voice.

Maltz nodded immediately.

Arthur was not surprised by this.

Although the new Sheriff of the Shire District has the courage to fight, it does not mean that the other party will not leave a way out for him.

The same goes for Arthur.

No one can guarantee what the final battle between the Earl of Nanlos and the Grand Duke of Inner Bay will look like.

Unlike others who could still choose, Maltz's appointment letter as sergeant was signed by the Earl of Nanlos, and Arthur stood beside Malinda openly.

It can be said that the two of them have been marked by the earl.

Under such circumstances, if the earl wins, they, as early stage ‘investors’, will naturally enjoy great benefits.

But if the Grand Duke of the Inner Bay wins, they will have no other way to go except to go to the sea.

The earl has the status of a noble, and may be deprived of many things, but he will definitely be spared his life - this is the rule among nobles.

But they are not nobles!

Moreover, as early stage ‘investors’, they are definitely the first targets to be eradicated!

'etc! ’

‘Malinda wants the title of Baron Camille so much, isn’t it also to leave a way out for herself? ’

Arthur was a little stunned, but the words in his mouth did not stop.

"We need a ship that can leave the port at any time as a last resort. This ship can trade normally on weekdays, but it must be in the port at critical moments!"

Maltz nodded.

A ship that could get them out of South Los was easy to find.

But it is difficult to find a ship that can send them out of South Los at the critical moment.

Therefore, this ship must be theirs.

Moreover, the people on board must also be confidants.

"Leave the ship to me!"

"The police chiefs of Nanlos all have their own boats, and I am no exception - the people on the boat... Arthur, what suggestions do you have?"

Maltz asked.

In an instant, Arthur thought of Wiggins.

However, Arthur immediately shook his head.

There is no doubt about Wiggins' ability, but Wiggins' ability is more based on local familiarity with South Los Angeles. Once on board, how much ability is left?

So, Arthur said this.

"First recruit sailors and captains normally. You can do whatever the police chiefs in Nanlos do."

Confidants can also be cultivated. Arthur believes that after several rounds of selection and a certain amount of interest tied up, there will soon be someone who can catch his eye.

But Maltz got it wrong.

"You want to use your psychic powers to control them?"

"Will it affect you?"

Seeing the worry on Maltz's face, Arthur didn't say that he couldn't do it.

Maintaining a certain degree of mystery plays a vital role in the cooperation between the two parties.

This is true even if the relationship gradually becomes unbreakable.

After all, gradually becoming indestructible does not mean already being indestructible!

Moreover, who can guarantee that if he can't do something similar now, he won't be able to do it in the future?

As we all know——

He, Arthur, is extremely talented!

At the same time, Arthur once again discovered that Maltz did not seem to know anything about the mysterious side.

"Malts, have you ever been exposed to something similar?"

Arthur asked with a smile on his face.

"Well, at the end of the Seven Years' War, my musketeers encountered something completely incomprehensible - the situation of the war was already very clear at that time, and there would basically be no major conflicts. The entire musketeers were one hundred and twenty All ten of us were missing home, and we couldn't wait to return to South Los Angeles.

Everyone sat around the campfire, drank wine, sang songs, and talked about the situation after returning home.

One guy also said that he had made an appointment with his fiancée to go home and get married after this war.

Everyone was blessing him, and suddenly our captain opened fire, killing him directly. Then, he slashed his best friend, our vice-captain, to death with his sword.

When the smell of blood spread, everyone went crazy and started killing each other. I was punched away by a former teammate before I had time to react, and I hit the tent and passed out.

Not only did their strength become extremely powerful, but their speed became even faster. They seemed to have changed into different people, shouting words that I couldn't understand.

When I woke up, I was the only living person in the entire camp. "

As the relationship deepened, Maltz was also willing to tell some of his past.

But as he told the story, the former veteran turned slightly pale.

Obviously, the straightforward narration is far from being able to conceal the inner fear.

Arthur came over and patted the other party on the shoulder.

"Believe me, such an ability is extremely complicated to use and consumes a lot of money. Even I am not willing to use it casually."

Arthur half-truthfully comforted his partner.

But I secretly recorded this matter in my heart.

Although it was at the end of the Seven Years' War, the large-scale massacre of soldiers was enough to show that the mysterious side at that time was far more prosperous than it is now, and... unscrupulous.

'Is the mystery declining? ’

‘Or is it hidden? ’

‘Is there still an agreement? ’

Arthur guessed in his heart.

Judging from the clues he currently has, it is basically certain that the nobles monopolize some mysterious knowledge and enjoy the abundant resources openly.

And the mysterious folk people?

Whether it was Siudik, the 'bloodline replacer' who exchanged bronze for scrap metal, or the toad-like Gram, they all left a very bad impression on Arthur.

Both are extremely secretive and bloody.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the two of them were being hunted.

So what does the real mysterious side look like?

Arthur kept guessing and making assumptions in his heart, and he was looking forward more and more to the promise Malinda gave him.

Afterwards, under Arthur's deliberate guidance, the conversation with Maltz began to turn to a lighter topic——

"Does the officer have breakfast?"

"Of course."

"The patrol officer's breakfast is average, the police officer's breakfast is pretty good, and the sergeant's breakfast is sumptuous."

With these words in his mouth, Maltz handed Arthur the golden ticket with a denomination of 10 on the table and shouted outside.

"Bring me two breakfasts in!"

After Arthur put the gold tickets in his pocket, he took out three gold tickets with a denomination of 1 and handed them back to Maltz.

Maltz was startled.

"Maybe you think that 10 gold tickets don't matter to you now, but I believe in fairness and clear pricing, so...

I am seven and you are three. "

After hearing Arthur's words, Maltz also became serious.

He knew that this was related to the future cooperation between the two.

After thinking for a moment, Maltz took one of the golden tickets.

"I didn't help at all with what happened just now. I just borrowed my identity and it happened to happen here. So, to be fair, I am one and you are nine.

Of course, if I work hard in the future, it can become 28 points. "

Maltz is so self-aware.

He knows who is in charge in this partnership.

He knew more clearly that there were too many places where he needed to rely on Arthur.

He also knows that people are always greedy.

He is also included.

In order to avoid unnecessary embarrassing situations in the future, he formulated a fair distribution method for himself.

Arthur nodded with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

People who can control others are scary.

People who can control themselves are more terrifying.

Immediately, Arthur was full of expectations for what Maltz could do in the Shire.

But that's later.

Now?

Arthur looked outside the office.

Two patrol officers who had just finished their shift came over with food. Even though everything was fine, the two police officers were still cautious, especially when Maltz opened the door and they walked in, they were even more cautious to the extreme.

Not just for the charred corpses on the ground.

And the fear and awe of Arthur.

Obviously, it was only a short-term fermentation, and the patrol police who did not see what happened had already regarded Arthur as some kind of horrifying and terrifying existence through hearsay.

Arthur was obviously aware of this change. He glanced at the two patrolmen instinctively, not intentionally.

Immediately, the hands of the two patrolmen holding the dinner plates began to shake.

The milk in the cup kept sloshing, drawing one arc after another, and the spoon lightly touched the cup, making a series of crisp sounds.

When Maltz signaled the two of them to put down their food and leave, the two of them let out a sigh of relief, turned around and ran out.

"The unknown and mystery always scare people, don't they?"

Maltz said as he picked up his share.

Arthur nodded noncommittally, then focused on his part.

Hot milk, fried eggs, fried ham, nuts, sliced ​​bread with butter and honey, with green cabbage and a small plate of dried fish on the side.

As Maltz said, the Sheriff's breakfast is truly sumptuous.

And when Arthur was picking up the milk, he saw two charred corpses on the ground that had not been cleaned up. Although he didn't mind having corpses next to him while eating, as the inexplicable charred smell penetrated his nose, Arthur Se always felt a little uncomfortable.

Most importantly, the discomfort reminded him of those two bad meals.

Therefore, Arthur looked at the Sheriff of the Shire District who had already started enjoying breakfast and said——

"Malts, do you know the Red Rose Restaurant and the White Rose Restaurant?"

"I have something to ask of you."