Under Malinda's gaze, Arthur's fingers swiftly wrote-
Adapt to circumstances.
Had it been anyone else, Malinda would certainly have thought she was being toyed with.
But if it was Arthur, there had to be a reason.
Almost instantly, something occurred to her.
"Did you fight the Marquis of West Berlin?"
Malinda wrote quickly.
The situation was already quite clear: the Marquis of West Berlin wanted to kill two birds with one stone, opposing the Old Lion of the Inner Bay while also laying plans against the Lady of Pain.
Naturally, the Lady of Pain had no intention of surrendering without a fight, which was why she had brought about the current situation.
As for the Inner River God Cult?
Even someone as ambitious as the Old Lion would exercise restraint.
After all, they were nobles.
Even if beneath their splendid exteriors lay the brutality of bandits.
But,
even bandits followed rules.
Breaking those rules would not lead to anything good.
Given that, Arthur's uncertain answer, despite actively stirring up the situation himself, had to mean he was wary of the Marquis of West Berlin's strength.
He might even have experienced it firsthand.
Under Malinda's gaze, Arthur nodded.
"Very strong. More than one trump card."
Arthur wrote.
That was the truth. More than one deadly threat had lurked within the Cannon Formation.
Malinda instinctively took a puff on her pipe.
Whenever she was thinking, she habitually smoked tobacco.
Only after taking a puff did she realize it had not been lit.
The awkward sensation made her brow crease slightly.
She did not want to spoil Arthur's appetite.
But smoking while thinking really was a habit of hers.
Just as she was still wrestling with the dilemma, Arthur raised a hand, and the flame on the candleholder dropped into Malinda's pipe.
"Some