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Ship!

The "thing" was a ship!

And when Arthur came to this conclusion, the range had significantly narrowed—for after all, ships as valuable as two-thirds of Marinda’s price tag weren’t plentiful in this world.

Arthur rifled through the memories in his mind and could only think of four.

The first was naturally the "Hercules’ Airship," created by the revered "God of Alchemy," "God of Potions," Hercules.

A vessel capable of uplifting a duchy, its value was utterly incalculable.

But that airship was absolutely impossible.

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Because as long as Hercules was alive, that airship would not possibly fall into anyone else’s hands.

And discarding that airship, there remained three—

The Emperor’s flagship of the Empire, the "Golden Dragon"!

The Pope’s flagship of the Holy Empire, the "Thorn"!

And then there was...

The Pirate King of the Silver Age’s "White Crow"!

Among them, the "Golden Dragon" had sunk during the "Fog War," so it was ruled out.

And the "Thorn"?

At the fall of the Holy Empire, there were rumors that the "Thorn," carrying The Holy Court’s legacy, wealth, and secrets, vanished into the vast sea.

Numerous professional adventurers had set sail just to find this immensely wealthy ship, but up to now, all efforts had been in vain.

As for the "White Crow"?

It was another flying ship!

Moreover, it was an exceptionally powerful flying ship, and it was precisely because of this ship that Edward, amidst the nobles’ relentless pursuit, consistently performed miracles and became the universally recognized Pirate King of that age.

So, "that thing" must be either the "Thorn" or the "White Crow"!

As for which one it was?

Arthur would not pry.

It was already fortunate enough to incidentally obtain further information from Marinda’s lips.

"Thank the lovely asymmetry of information!"

"Thank Marinda for her imaginations!"

Arthur thought to himself, though his expression showed a clear sign of resignation.

"You always think of me so opportunistic, so if that’s the case, I feel I should meet your expectations—give me thirty brand-new Kirk Sailboats, and I’ll share ten percent of the profits with you!"

As Arthur spoke, he deliberately spread his hands, making it look as though this wasn’t his intention, but rather that she’d forced his hand.

Phew!

Marinda exhaled a thick cloud of smoke onto Arthur.

"Have you gone completely mad with poverty?

Do you have any idea how much it costs to build a brand-new Kirk Sailboat, 25,000 Gold Coins? Thirty boats would be 750,000 Gold Coins, enough to fill up the entirety of No. 44 White Bird Street!"

The lady said indignantly.

But Arthur was undeterred.

Because he could see that Marinda wasn’t really angry.

Simply put, it was just her bargaining tactic.

So, with a smile, Arthur said,

"But not enough to fill the emptiness inside me."

"I’ve never heard anyone describe greed so calmly—ten ships, thirty percent of the profits."

Marinda began to quote her price.

"That’s because you’ve never seen the truly greedy me. Compared to that out-of-control version, I’m already quite rational now, so—thirty ships, fifteen percent profit is a fair price."

Arthur began to concede.

The profits could be negotiated, but definitely not the ships.

Because only a sufficient number of ships could create enough profit to offset the ’losses’ from the deal with Marinda.

Marinda clearly noticed Arthur’s intention.

"What a greedy fellow!"

The lady remarked before commencing the ’negotiation’ for their collaboration this time.

The two let not a single gold coin slip by that could enter their pockets.

They competed for almost every tiny bit.

And naturally, such competition was fierce.

Therefore, when the first guest, Haywood, arrived with a gift, what he encountered were Marinda with a sweat on her forehead and flushed cheeks, and Arthur with his eyes closed, leaning on the sofa with his chest heaving up and down.

Instantly, Haywood subconsciously thought of something.

He immediately wished he could slap himself.

Eight o’clock!

The agreement was eight o’clock!

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Why had he fancied himself clever and arrived early?

And even if he arrived early, why didn’t he wait outside? Why did he insist on coming in?

At once, this former unscrupulous landlord, now in charge of Arthur’s ’South Los Real Estate Project,’ felt his hands trembling while holding the gift — because Haywood saw the displeasure in Arthur’s eyes.

His boss was angry.

"Get a different gift and come back."

That’s what Arthur said.

Huh?

A different gift?

Haywood, puzzled, looked down at the clock in his hands — he had spent a good deal of money on it. Was there something wrong with it?

New House Salon, there’s no problem with gifting a clock, right?

The baffled Haywood left No. 44 White Bird Street and brushed past the Dort District’s new Police Chief, Kuke — this Third-Class Officer had smoothly become the new chief following the disappearance of Chief James and the death of his rival, and with guidance from his father and uncles, he not only consolidated his power in Dort District but also recruited some young men from the farms into the Dort District Police Station, ensuring he had people at his disposal.

Of course, he didn’t forget his role, nor did he dare.

So, when Kuke received Arthur’s invitation, he made a special trip back to the farm and brought the gift his father had prepared long ago.

"Good evening, my lord."

Kuke greeted respectfully, causing Marinda by the side to glance over.

Being aware of the new chief of the Dort District, Marinda naturally knew of him, but she hadn’t expected that he would have thrown in his lot with Arthur.

As she watched Arthur smiling while receiving the gift, Marinda also temporarily put down her pipe and stood next to Arthur with a smile — given their known identities to the outside world, this was a necessity. If she just sat there indifferently, it would be incredibly rude and make people think less of Arthur.

As Kuke moved towards the reception area, Marinda was surprised but didn’t think much of it. However, as Malz, Scott, and Wiggins arrived, the lady’s brows furrowed deeper.

Kuke, Malz, Scott, Wiggins.

The police chiefs of two districts in South Los, a chief editor of the Horn Report, a gang leader.

Taken individually, perhaps it meant little, but when these people gathered together, especially under one person’s command, it was enough to raise alarm.

’Luckily, they don’t have enough money...

Umm, was the first guy who came in charge of the money?’

While pondering, Marinda suddenly thought of Haywood, who went to exchange the gift.

Immediately, the lady’s look towards Arthur changed.

Arthur felt it.

But he didn’t care.

Since he had invited Marinda, it showed that these people he wouldn’t hide, indeed couldn’t hide — given Marinda’s influence in South Los, investigating these people was far too easy.

Better to show them off openly.

And Arthur believed that Marinda, faced with such candid display, would surely be suspicious.

And to give Marinda even more scope for speculation, to make himself ’more valuable,’ Arthur had invited a special guest as well.

Tap, tap-tap!

In the midst of clear footsteps, the corners of Arthur’s mouth lifted —

The special guest had arrived.