They all call me master

Chapter 680 Dinner in Xilond!

Arthur smiled, raised his hand and took out a blank contract.

The Marquis of West Berlin said very cooperatively.

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

"I need the territory of Dordot Port that originally belonged to the 'Inland River God Cult' and the 'Church of Pain.' Likewise, I also need your goodwill."

Arthur said his conditions.

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

added the Margrave of West Berlin.

"Then you cannot take the initiative to launch any meaningful attack on my property in Dordot Port within three years, and I will guarantee that I will not appear in your attack."

Arthur also added.

"Only one time?"

The Marquis of West Berlin asked rhetorically.

“Once is a blessing.

And after losing this opportunity, you will probably 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 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……

God's tone.

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

After that, the two hypocritical guys began to discuss the minor details of the contract.

Word by word.

Moreover, the Marquis also checked the paper carefully to see if there were any interlayers or words written with invisible ink.

Arthur didn't stop him.

As for the result?

Naturally, it satisfies both parties.

"When the Vostok arrives at the port of Dordot tomorrow, I will invite you to a dinner party in the name of West Berlin's family. At the same time, I will let all West Berlin know that the Vostok can sail unimpeded along my coast. "

The Margrave of West Berlin showed his generosity.

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

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

Arthur said emphatically.

This is an important part of the plan.

"Of course, I will cooperate with you.

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

And, always within sight. "

The Marquis of West Berlin, who had discussed it before, expressed his certainty.

"Well, we'll 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 imagine Sir Otell of West Lund would be happy to entertain the guests on board the Orient, and to give a perfect explanation of what had just happened. "

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

"I look forward to it."

Arthur kept smiling.

Then, one person flew into the distance.

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

The other person returned to the ‘Oriental’.

This is the skill of the 'medium' itself.

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

It's Pendragon the cat and Killy the hound.

When Arthur went to 'face' the Marquis of West Berlin, he told his cats and hounds to hide behind - maybe it was unfounded worries, but who knew if an accident would happen?

In short, it’s right to be cautious.

After all, the chastity of the nobles is not as good as the chastity of the nightclub atmosphere group. At least the chastity of the latter is like bread crumbs scattered in the square. Whichever bird arrives first is the bird.

And the former?

Exists only in imagination.

It is as luxurious and holy as the emperor's new clothes, but it cannot be looked directly at.

Because, you will see large areas of hanging hair.

Pendragon swung his whole body, the kind of swaying from head to tail, and then used the method of controlling the airflow to blow dry his hair to make himself look fluffy and clean.

Keely, on the other hand, is a little less smart.

After shaking quickly, he just stared at Arthur with his furry hair blowing.

Erha's ordinary appearance looks even wiser at this moment.

"Kelly?"

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

Erha is indeed wise.

But Erha, who looks like a death hound, is definitely not such a brainless creature.

In fact, this is also the case.

As Arthur's tone rose, Keely immediately found a blanket from the side and prepared to wipe himself.

However, Pendragon on the side raised his cat's paw.

The air flow swept through.

Keely is clean and new.

Pendragon, who had done all this, proudly raised his neck and jumped on Keely's back, and started playing his favorite dog bus game.

Different from Kuliqi's embarrassment.

Keely had no bottom line at all and ran from one side of the terrace to the other with Pendragon in his arms.

And when Killi was running back and forth for the tenth time, a group of people appeared on the dock in West Lund.

The leader was a well-dressed old nobleman.

Wearing a black dress, a gold pocket watch, a red scarf, a sterling silver cane in his hand, and four waiters following behind him, he looked like an old aristocrat.

However, unlike the arrogant old noble in people's memory, the Sir Otel in front of him was polite at the moment.

Facing the old Barry and Albert who were both civilians, they both kept their approachable smiles——

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

As the lord of Westrond, I think a banquet can witness our first meeting.

And just now, in the dense forest, the wild boar stepped on the hunter's trap.

The roasted wild boar in Westrond tastes quite good.

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

Sir Oter's voice was loud, 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.

Immediately, the local people of Westrond cheered.

Being close to the dock, the locals of Westrond live well.

But who can refuse free food?

The guests on the 'Orient' felt quite honored.

You know, this is an invitation from the nobles.

Even the richest among them are just businessmen, not nobles.

As for old Barry and Albert?

The two knew very well why the old nobles in front of them were so polite.

Of course it was because of their 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 an honor!"