Arthur smiled and took out a blank Contract.
The Marquis of West Berlin readily cooperated.
"I need that one's whereabouts, and I also need your goodwill."
"I need the territories in Dordot Harbor that originally belonged to the Inner River God Cult and the Church of Pain. Likewise, I need your goodwill."
Arthur stated his terms.
"You may control the process, but you must not interfere with my attack on that one."
The Marquis of West Berlin added another condition.
"Then, for three years, you must not initiate any form of attack against my holdings in Dordot Harbor, and I will guarantee that I won't appear during this attack of yours."
Arthur added a condition of his own.
"Only once?"
The Marquis of West Berlin questioned him.
"Even once is a stroke of luck.
Once you lose this opportunity, you probably won't see that one again for the rest of your life.
Of course, you may commission me to divine that one's whereabouts again, provided you can pay the corresponding price. But believe me, that price is certainly not one you would be willing to bear."
Arthur spoke with a smile, his tone unconsciously becoming remarkably similar to Old Charlie's in his memories.
Simply put...
He sounded like a charlatan.
But with his initial impression already established, the Marquis of West Berlin harbored no doubts.
Afterward, the two hypocrites began discussing the finer details of the Contract.
Word by word.
The marquis even examined the paper carefully, checking for hidden layers and any writing in invisible ink.
Arthur did not stop him.
As for the result?
Naturally, both parties were satisfied.
"When the Eastern reaches Dordot Harbor tomorrow, I will invite you to a banquet in the name of the West Berlin Family. At the same time, I will let