They all call me master

Chapter 691 Port VI

Arthur took out the note he had written long ago.

The note was folded twice in a row, and no trace of ink could be seen.

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

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

The Marquis took the note with a guarantee.

Then, he disappeared from the spot.

Only a voice was left -

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

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

There was a hint of pride in the voice.

Nobles are not trustworthy!

The owner of West Berlin completely interpreted this sentence in his own way.

As for the contract?

The contract naturally did not expire.

The power of the contract is still there.

However, the owner of West Berlin bypassed the 'power of the contract'.

Because -

The owner of West Berlin is 'protecting' Arthur.

The owner of West Berlin never thought of hurting Arthur.

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

However...

While doing so, the owner of West Berlin wants more.

Or, the owner of West Berlin wants to control Arthur in some way.

For example: a grandson with the blood of the Kratos family.

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 is obvious that the marquis tried hard to bypass the backlash of the contract, but did not bypass it completely.

Still suffered a little damage.

Not serious.

But not too light.

The power of the contract is absolute.

After confirming this, the young "medium" stretched his waist, yawned, and lay on the bed in the room.

The soft and slightly frictional touch made the young 'medium' sink deep into the bed, but he didn't feel unsupported.

In short, it was quite comfortable.

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

The note was a blank piece of paper.

Not to mention the name, there was not even a trace of writing.

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

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

No!

It's to be on guard!

How can a person be so wary of others?

What about trust between people?

Of course, the most important thing is frustration.

Just like the frustration when he heard that old Charlie broke his leg and climbed onto a lady's window sill, this Marquis thought he had performed perfectly, and used a grand welcome ceremony and the core of West Berlin Castle's security as a prelude, especially under the premise that Jacqueline and Catherine would definitely play some tricks, it would be easier for him to gain Arthur's trust.

What a pity!

The Marquis sighed.

Then, he said with a serious face.

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

The Marquis looked at Arthur as he spoke.

From the beginning, Arthur closed his eyes, breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

And now, even if the Marquis spoke, this look did not change at all.

However, Arthur raised his arm.

And raised a finger.

Not the middle finger.

Yes, the index finger.

Immediately, the Marquis understood.

"I think 10,000 gold coins can indeed make you believe that everything just now was a misunderstanding."

As he said, the Marquis looked at Arthur.

But Arthur still lay there with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the Marquis smiled and immediately said as if to supplement.

"Although 100,000 gold coins are a lot, I am still willing to gain your friendship."

But Arthur was still unmoved.

This time, the Marquis frowned.

100,000 gold coins are not enough?

What about 1,000,000?

Impossible!

What is the concept of 1,000,000 gold coins?

It is 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 with such an "inhumane" condition, 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 for other things.

He needed Arthur's help.

Otherwise, the Port of Dordot would become a ruin.

And this was something the Marquis could not accept.

The Port of Dordot was the cornerstone of the West Berlin family, and it must not be lost...

'Wait!

Is this guy deliberately luring me into the trap? ’

Suddenly, the Marquis thought of this.

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

But soon, the smile became brighter.

When things got to this point, the Marquis didn't have many choices.

The Marquis needed Arthur's help, but he still wanted to struggle.

Therefore, the Marquis is ready to talk about 1 million gold coins.

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

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

But before such words were spoken, Arthur opened one eye.

A smile appeared in his deep eyes.

There was no sarcasm or disdain.

But...

expect!

A smile full of anticipation!

Seeing the hidden smile in Arthur's eyes, the Marquis of West Berlin couldn't speak.

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 is something the Margrave of West Berlin would never allow.

As the master of West Berlin, the Marquis has ‘honor’.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough for the Marquis to hear what Arthur's specific conditions were.

"Please tell me."

The Lord Marquis sighed, looking like he was at the mercy of others.

"A promise."

Arthur said softly.

"impossible!"

The Marquis of West Berlin shook his head simply.

For the Marquis, the promise was too vague. Even if it was concrete, it would still make him feel extremely resistant.

After all, he is a noble.

The promise of signing a contract is too disadvantageous.

And just when the Marquis was about to bring this cooperation back to normal in a more tactful way, Arthur's lips curled up and he said——

"What if it's aimed at the inner bay?"

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

That's anger.

Even more hate.

besides……

greedy.

"Can you be more specific?"

asked the marquis.

"We have a common enemy!"

Arthur replied.

"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 took hold of this right hand——

“Happy to work with!”