They all call me master

West Berlin, Dordot Port!

Melinda wants it!

Moreover, not only does she want it, she has also taken action before, but...

All failed!

Although the ‘Inland River Church’ and the ‘Pain Church’ are incompatible, they are all private. On the surface, they are united against the outside world.

Of course, the most important thing is the West Berlin family.

The West Berlin Marquis is the guy who really made Melinda sink to the sand and fail.

When she thought of the unclear death of her sixteen trusted subordinates, Melinda narrowed her eyes——

“Are you sure that old fox can be dragged into the water?”

Melinda’s random question made Arthur laugh.

He admired Melinda’s quick response.

Obviously, Melinda could guess that the West Berlin Marquis was behind the ‘Pain Church’, and she could guess that the Marquis would not come forward directly.

“It’s not easy, but it’s possible.”

Arthur said vaguely.

Before Lucius did not ‘take action’, he did not have an accurate answer.

Melinda had long been accustomed to Arthur's ambiguity.

Moreover, at this moment, the lady was more concerned about——

"How much?"

The lady asked.

"Twenty percent!"

Arthur silently estimated.

Twenty percent profit, one daughter in exchange for one tenth profit, is naturally expensive.

It must be difficult to get a twenty percent profit!

But what if it is about "honor"?

After all, as a reliable father, he would not want people to know that his twin daughters are the controllers of the cult, right?

Of course, it is also possible that he is a ruthless father who can directly kill his twin daughters.

Although it is rumored that the Marquis of West Berlin loves his four daughters very much.

But who can know what the truth is?

As a "medium", you must be prepared for any eventuality.

Therefore, Arthur also prepared another set of rhetoric: the Marquis of West Berlin was bewitched by the evil spirit, and the ancestors of the West Berlin family asked him to "exorcise the spirit".

This lie is naturally easy to break.

But what if the Marquis of West Berlin died?

No one cares about the dead.

The nobles will be salivating over the territory of West Berlin.

Commoners?

They don't care about these things.

Commoners don't know right from wrong. As long as the people they kill are of higher status and higher value than them, they will be secretly happy.

If some policies to keep the people safe are assisted...

Then there will be no problem.

The only problem is how to kill the Marquis of West Berlin.

The rumored nobles are not easy to mess with.

Arthur is not sure.

Therefore, he must drag Melinda into the water and let Melinda face the Marquis directly.

He?

As a young, honest, simple and kind "medium", he naturally assists from the side.

Of course, if he can use Melinda's relationship to drag the countess into the water, it would be even better.

"Twenty percent sure?

A little less!

However, if we can gain a foothold in the port of Dordot, it will be worth it!"

Hearing Arthur's words, Melinda frowned.

But then, the lady made a decision.

Do it!

She has seen the ceiling of her industry in South Los.

That is destined to reach its limit as time goes by.

Rather than planning at that time, it is better to take a risk with Arthur now.

After all, Arthur is not a guy who does things without a purpose, and he must have a certain degree of confidence.

20%?

It must be much more than this.

Thinking of this, Melinda was ready to discuss the subsequent arrangements with Arthur.

However, when she looked up, the lady found that Arthur was looking at her with a strange look.

It was a look of surprise mixed with disappointment.

Suddenly, the lady was puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

The lady asked back.

"Malinda, although I don't want to say it, do you always underestimate me?

If there is only a 20% chance of gaining a foothold in the port of Dordot, I will never do it. I will directly blow up the entire port of Dordot.

Then, build a new port!"

Arthur said seriously.

Melinda was stunned.

Suddenly, the lady thought of something, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"So what are you talking about?"

Although she had a guess in her heart, the lady still asked.

"Benefits!

I'm talking about 20% of the profits!

It's 20% of the profits of the Port of Dordot!"

Arthur said word by word, his eyes were admiring the expression of Melinda at the moment, especially the disbelief in her azure eyes.

He thought it was very beautiful.

So, he definitely didn't do it on purpose because he wanted to appreciate Melinda's expression.

He, Arthur, just went with the flow.

And Melinda frowned in the true sense.

"Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Unless you can not only hold the weakness of the Marquis of West Berlin, but also face the Marquis of West Berlin head-on on the battlefield...wait!

You guys, don't want me to face the Marquis of West Berlin, right?"

Malinda finally reacted.

And of course Arthur couldn't admit it.

"It's not you who is holding the Marquis of West Berlin, it's the two of us who are holding the Marquis of West Berlin, making him afraid to act rashly."

Of course Arthur couldn't admit his true thoughts.

"Too dangerous!

It is rumored that the Marquis of West Berlin is a strong man who touches the category of "Step Climber"!

It is even possible that he is a "Step Climber"!

If we do this, the risk is too great! "

Arthur smiled and looked at the reasons given by Melinda.

To sum it up, it is nothing more than-

Add money!

As long as Melinda does not refuse it outright, this matter has been successful for Arthur.

In fact, when Melinda found that Arthur was looking at her with a smile, she could no longer speak.

This lady is not a shameless person.

After the real intention was discovered, the lady said directly.

"I want half!"

"20%!"

Arthur smiled and restrained his smile, his face became serious.

Then, he gave more reasons directly.

"I have been planning for two and a half years in the early stage.

The risks and expenses are far beyond your imagination.

20% is the limit I can give. "

Melinda hesitated slightly. It was not that she did not believe Arthur's words. She had met him in West Berlin and was in a mess. Of course, she believed that Arthur must have taken great risks and spent countless energy and gold to create the current situation.

It can't be that he just grasped it casually, right?

Impossible!

And the hesitation of this lady was to calculate whether her efforts and returns were proportional.

Finally-

"30%!

This is my bottom line!"

The lady said.

Arthur did not answer immediately, but frowned and tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers.

Knock, knock!

One, two.

Just when Melinda thought that this cooperation was going to fail, Arthur sighed.

"Who made you Melinda."

After speaking, the young 'medium' stretched out his hand again-

"Happy cooperation!"