They all call me Great Master-Chapter 692 - 689: Port VI

Arthur took out the note he had written earlier.

The note was folded twice and the ink marks couldn't be seen.

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

"Rest assured, in this place, nothing can peep through."

The Marquis gave his guarantee as he casually took the note.

Then, he disappeared on the spot.

Leaving behind only a trace of his voice—

"It is very safe here, I hope you can rest for a while, after all, being able to completely relax in such a safe place is a rare delight, isn't it?

By the way, Jacqueline and Catherine will be coming shortly."

There was a faint note of pride in his voice.

Nobles are not to be trusted!

The master of West Berlin perfectly embodied this saying with his own actions.

As for the contract?

The contract certainly had not been invalidated.

The power of the contract was still present.

However, the lord of West Berlin had circumvented 'the power of the contract'.

Because—

The master of West Berlin was 'protecting' Arthur.

He never intended to harm Arthur.

Especially the specifics listed in the contract, the master of West Berlin would also fulfill them one by one.

But...

While doing so, the master of West Berlin wanted more.

Or rather, the master of West Berlin wanted to have leverage over Arthur in some way.

For example: A grandchild bearing the Kledos Family bloodline.

Of course, two or even more would be even better.

The West Berlin Family needed such fresh bloodline.

Arthur, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, sensing the clear power of the contract.

He sensed the slight backlash against the Marquis from this power—clearly, the Marquis was trying hard to circumvent the backlash of the contract, but had not fully succeeded.

He still suffered a tiny bit of harm.

Not serious.

But it wouldn't be too light either.

The power of the contract was absolute.

And upon confirming this, the young 'Spirit Medium' stretched, yawned, and lay down on the bed in the room.

The soft and slightly gritty texture allowed the young 'Spirit Medium's' body to sink into the bed, yet didn't feel unsupported.

Overall, it was extremely comfortable.

Especially upon seeing the returning Marquis of West Berlin, that feeling of comfort made Arthur contentedly close his eyes.

That note, a blank sheet of paper.

Not to mention a name, there wasn't even a tiny bit of writing on it.

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

The Marquis truly hadn't expected Arthur to do such a thing.

No!

It was caution!

How could a person be so cautious of others?

What about trust between people?

Of course, what mattered most was the sense of frustration.

Just like when he heard that Old Charlie had broken his own leg, and climbed up to a lady's window ledge, the Marquis thought he had performed flawlessly, even arranging a grand welcoming ceremony and the safe core of West Berlin Castle as a backdrop, especially with Jacqueline and Catherine who would surely play some tricks, he should have easily earned Arthur's trust.

Unfortunately!

The Marquis sighed.

Then, he said earnestly.

"If I said it was a misunderstanding just now, would you believe me?"

The Marquis looked at Arthur as he spoke.

Since just now, Arthur had closed his eyes, breathing evenly, appearing to be asleep.

And now, even though the Marquis spoke, Arthur remained unchanged.

But then, Arthur's arm lifted.

And, he raised a finger.

Not the middle finger.

It was the index finger.

Instantly, the Marquis understood.

"I believe that 10,000 gold coins could indeed convince you that everything just now was a misunderstanding."

Saying this, the Marquis looked at Arthur.

But Arthur was still lying there with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the Marquis laughed and immediately added as if supplementing.

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

But Arthur remained unmoved.

This time, the Marquis frowned.

10w Gold Coins don't work?

Then 100w?

Impossible!

What does 100w Gold Coins even mean?

That's nearly equivalent to a year's revenue from Doldot Port!

The Marquis believed Arthur would not propose such an "inhumane" condition, yet he hoped Arthur would do just that.

Because compared to such an "inhumane" condition, what Arthur wanted was undoubtedly harder for him to accept, yet accept he must—he was wounded, and even if he still felt confident about that certain entity, he found himself inadequate in other matters.

He needed Arthur's help.

Otherwise, Port Doldot would become ruins.

And that was something the Marquis could not accept.

Port Doldot is the West Berlin Family's cornerstone, absolutely indispensable...

'Wait a minute!

Could this guy be deliberately baiting me?'

Suddenly, the Marquis had this thought.

Immediately, the smirk that had been on the Marquis's face grew somewhat stiff.

But quickly, that smirk became even more brilliant.

At this juncture, the Marquis didn't have many options.

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

So, the Marquis prepared to offer 100w Gold Coins.

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

Even then, the Marquis naively told himself, maybe Arthur was just greedy?

But before such words could be spoken, Arthur opened one eye.

His profound gaze held a hint of amusement.

There was no sarcasm, nor contempt.

But rather...

Anticipation!

A smile full of anticipation!

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

Because the Marquis knew, if he spoke now, he would fulfill Arthur's expectation, and he would truly become...

A joke!

This was something the Marquess of West Berlin would never allow.

As the master of West Berlin, the Marquis had his "honor."

Though not much, it was enough for the Marquis to listen to what Arthur's exact conditions were.

"Please, speak."

The Marquis sighed, looking like a lamb to the slaughter.

"A promise."

Arthur said softly.

"Impossible!"

The Marquess of West Berlin shook his head firmly.

For the Marquis, promises were too vague, and even if they were specific, they would still be vehemently resisted.

After all, he was a noble.

The promise of a contract was too disadvantageous.

Just as the Marquis prepared to gently steer the negotiation back to a normal scope, Arthur quipped, ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"What if it's concerning Inner Bay?"

Suddenly, the Marquess of West Berlin narrowed his eyes, his green pupils glowing with an unnameable light.

That was anger.

And hatred.

As well as...

Greed.

"Could you be more specific?"

The Marquis asked.

"We have a common enemy!"

Arthur replied.

"More specific?"

The Marquis inquired.

"The Golden Lion."

Arthur continued to reply.

"Can you be even more specific?"

The Marquis wanted to know more, but Arthur did not speak again; instead, he extended his right hand.

Without hesitation, the Marquess of West Berlin clasped that right hand—

"A pleasure to collaborate!"