They all call me Great Master-Chapter 681 - 678: Xilongde’s Banquet!

Arthur smiled and raised his hand to produce a blank contract.

The Marquess of West Berlin cooperated fully.

"I need the whereabouts of that person, and also, I need your goodwill," he said.

"I require control over the territory of Doldot Port originally belonging to the 'Inland River Cult' and the 'Pain Church,' the same way, I need your goodwill."

Arthur stated his terms.

"You control the process, but you can't interfere with my attack on that person," the Marquess of West Berlin added.

"Then you cannot launch any kind of attack on the industries that belong to me in Port Doldot for the next three years, and I will ensure that I will not appear in your attack," Arthur added in turn.

"Just once?" the Marquess of West Berlin queried.

"Once is already lucky.

After missing this opportunity, you will probably never see that person in your lifetime again.

Of course, you can entrust me with Divination to find His whereabouts again, as long as you can pay the corresponding price. But trust me, the price will most certainly not be one you are willing to bear," Arthur said with a smile, his tone unconsciously becoming strikingly similar to Old Charlie's from his memory.

Put simply...

It was the tone of a Shaman.

However, with preconceptions guiding him, the Marquess of West Berlin entertained no doubts.

Afterward, the two deceitful fellows began to discuss the details of the contract.

Word by word, that kind.

Moreover, the noble lord also scrutinized the paper, checking for any hidden layers, any writing in invisible ink.

Arthur did not stop him.

And the result?

It naturally satisfied both parties.

"When the 'Oriental' arrives at Port Doldot tomorrow, I will invite you to a dinner in the name of the West Berlin Family. At the same time, I will let the entire West Berlin know that the 'Oriental' has free rein along my coast," declared the Marquess of West Berlin, showing his generosity.

Though it was content mentioned in the contract, Arthur still expressed his gratitude.

"Then I suppose Jacqueline and Lady Catherine are bound to attend," Arthur emphasized.

This was an important part of the plan.

"Of course, I will work with you.

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

and always within your line of sight," the Marquess of West Berlin assured, with confidence following their discussion.

"Then, I'll see you tomorrow night!"

Arthur said, smiling and bowing slightly.

"See you tomorrow night!

By the way, the wild boar meat from Xilongde is delicious.

I think Sir Outer from Xilongde would be delighted to entertain the guests on the 'Oriental,' and also, to provide a perfect explanation for everything that has just happened," the Marquess of West Berlin remarked, as if suddenly recalling something, and then stopped to add one more thing as he turned to leave.

"I look forward to it," Arthur maintained his smile.

Afterward, one flew into the distance.

That was a unique Bloodline ability of the West Berlin Family.

The other returned to the 'Oriental.'

This was a skill of Spirit Medium himself.

Amidst the blowing river breeze, two soaked shapes appeared on the 'Oriental's' deck.

It was Cat Pendragon and Hound Kiri.

When Arthur went to 'face' the Marquess of West Berlin, he had instructed his cat and hound to hide behind—perhaps it was needless worry, but who could say whether an accident might occur?

In any case, being cautious was never wrong.

After all, a noble's integrity is even less reliable than the atmosphere in a nightclub. At least the latter can be like breadcrumbs scattered in a square, belonging to whichever bird arrives first.

And the former?

It existed only in imagination.

It was as grand and pristine as the Emperor's new clothes, yet impossible to stare at directly.

Because you would see a bunch of dangling fur.

Pendragon shaked his entire body, the kind that involved shaking from head to toe, then, using controlled airflow, he blew his fur to make himself look fluffy and clean.

Meanwhile, Kiri was a bit less intelligent.

After a quick shake, he just stood there, poofy, staring at Arthur.

His outward appearance of a simpleton became even wiser at this moment.

"Kiri?"

Arthur's tone rose slightly, signaling not to act.

Sure enough, simpletons can be wise.

But a Death Hound looking simpleton definitely wasn't such a brainless creature.

In fact, it was true.

As Arthur's tone rose, Kiri immediately found a blanket nearby, ready to wipe himself down.

However, Pendragon just lifted his Cat Claw.

Airflow swept over.

Kiri was spotlessly clean and looked as good as new.

And Pendragon, having done all this, arrogantly raised his neck and jumped onto Kiri's back, starting to play his favorite doggy bus game.

Unlike Kuliqi's embarrassment,

Kiri had no bottom line, carrying Pendragon from one side of the terrace to the other.

And on Kiri's tenth round trip, a group of people appeared on the docks of Xilongde.

Leading them was an immaculately dressed old Noble.

Black suit, golden pocket watch, red necktie, and a silver-capped walking stick in hand, with four servants following behind, the epitome of Old Nobility style.

However, unlike the arrogant Old Nobility people remembered, Sir Outer was very polite at this moment.

He maintained an approachable smile when facing Old Barry and Albert, both of commoner origin—

"Captain Barry, First Mate Albert, welcome both of you and the guests aboard the 'Oriental' to Xilongde.

As the lord of Xilongde, I believe a banquet is a fitting testament to our initial meeting.

And just so happens, a wild boar has stepped into a Hunter's trap in the dense forest.

The roasted wild boar of Xilongde is quite delicious, I must say.

Of course, everyone present can have a portion of the roasted wild boar."

Sir Outer's voice boomed, clear not only to Old Barry and Albert in front of him, but also to the guests on the 'Oriental' and the people on the shore.

Immediately, the locals of Xilongde cheered.

Life was good next to the docks of Xilongde.

But who could refuse free food?

And the guests aboard the 'Oriental' felt honored.

They knew well that this was an invitation from a Noble.

Even the wealthiest among them was but a merchant, not a Noble.

As for Old Barry and Albert?

The two were quite aware of why the venerable Noble before them was so courteous.

It was naturally because of their big boss.

Instinctively, the two men turned to look towards the top deck of the 'Oriental', not far behind them.

There, Arthur nodded slightly with a smile.

"Of course, it would be an honor!"

Old Barry immediately turned and responded.

The gentleman, Sir Outer, first bowed respectfully to Arthur and then turned to Old Barry with an even warmer smile.

"Come, gentlemen.

Let's set off by boat to greet our guests," said the Noble.

Arthur watched as the passengers disembarked one by one.

The guests rushed toward the unexpected banquet with joy.

Full of anticipation!

And Arthur was equally expectant.

Five minutes later, when nearly all the passengers had left, the guest Arthur was awaiting arrived.

Carrying the item Arthur was anticipating.