"Is it a ship?"

Arthur asked in a low voice.

Maltz nodded immediately.

Arthur was not surprised by this.

Although the new sheriff of Shire has the courage to 'fight', this does not mean that the other party will not leave a way back for himself.

The same is true of Arthur.

There is no guarantee of what the final battle between the Count of South Los and the Grand Duke of the Inner Bay will become.

Unlike the others, Maltz's sheriff's letter of appointment was signed by the Count of South Rose, and Arthur stood by Malinda's side in the open.

It can be said that the two have already branded themselves as the earl.

In such a situation, if the earl wins, they will naturally enjoy great benefits as early 'investors'.

But if the Grand Duke of Neiwan wins, they will have no other way to go but to the sea.

The count has the status of a nobleman, and he may be deprived of a lot of things, but he will definitely leave a small life - this is the rule among nobles.

But they're not aristocrats!

Moreover, as early 'investors', they are the primary target to be eradicated!

'Wait! ’

'Malinda wants the title of Baron Kemir so much, can't it be that she also wants to leave a way out for herself? ’

Arthur was a little stunned, but the words in his mouth did not stop.

"We need a ship that can leave the port at any time as a last resort, this ship can trade normally on weekdays, but it must be in the port at a critical moment!"

Maltz nodded.

A ship that can send them out of South Los is easy to find.

But it's hard to get a ship that can send them out of South Los at a critical moment.

So, the ship had to be theirs.

Moreover, the people on board must also have henchmen.

"Leave the ship to me!"

"The sheriffs of South Los all have their own boats, and I am no exception - the people on board...... Arthur: What do you recommend? ”

Maltz asked.

In an instant, Arthur thought of Wiggins.

However, Arthur on the horse shook his head.

There is no doubt about Wiggins' ability, but Wiggins's ability is more for the familiarity of the South Los locals, once on the ship, how much ability is left?

So, Arthur said.

"Recruit sailors and captains normally first, and do what the sheriffs of South Los do."

Henchmen can also be cultivated, and Arthur believes that after several rounds of selection, coupled with a certain amount of interest bundling, there will soon be someone who can get into the eye.

But Maltz was mistaken.

"You're going to use your psychic abilities to control them?"

"Will it affect you?"

Looking at the worry on Maltz's face, Arthur didn't say he couldn't do it.

Maintaining a certain degree of mystery plays a crucial role in the cooperation between the two parties.

This is true even if the relationship between the two parties gradually becomes indestructible.

After all, gradually becoming indestructible is not already indestructible!

Moreover, who can guarantee that he can't do something similar now, and he won't be able to do it in the future?

As we all know–

He, Arthur, is very talented!

At the same time, Arthur discovers again that Maltz does not seem to be ignorant of the mystical side.

"Maltz, have you been exposed to anything like that?"

Arthur asked with a smile on his face.

"Well, at the end of the Seven Years' War, my musket team had a completely incomprehensible thing - the situation of the war was already clear, there were basically no major conflicts, and the whole musket team of one hundred and twenty people was missing their homeland, and we couldn't wait to return to South Los.

Everyone sat around the campfire, drank wine, sang songs, and talked about what it would be like when they got home.

One guy also said that he had made an appointment with his fiancée and would go home and get married after the war.

Everyone was wishing him well, and suddenly our captain opened fire, shooting him directly, and then, swinging his sword, hacked to death his best friend, our vice-captain.

And when the smell of blood wafted away, everyone went crazy and started killing each other, and before I could react, I was punched away by my former teammates, knocked into the tent and fell unconscious.

Not only did they become extremely powerful, they were even faster, but they were also like a different person, shouting words that I didn't understand.

By the time I woke up, I was left alive in the whole camp. ”

As the relationship deepened, Maltz was willing to tell a little about his past.

But when he spoke, the former veteran's face turned slightly pale.

Obviously, the straightforward narration is far from being able to hide the panic in my heart.

Arthur walked over and patted the other man on the shoulder.

"Believe me, it's so complicated and expensive to use that even I don't want to use it."

Arthur half-truthfully comforted his partner.

But I quietly wrote down this matter in my heart.

Although it was at the end of the Seven Years' War, the large-scale massacre of soldiers is enough to show that the mysterious side at that time was far more prosperous than it is now, and ...... Unbridled.

'The mystery is declining?' ’

Or is it hidden? ’

Or is there an agreement? ’

Arthur wondered in his heart.

Judging from the clues he has so far, it is almost certain that the nobles have a monopoly on some mystical knowledge, and enjoy the abundant resources openly.

And the mysterious people of the folk?

Whether it was Siudik, the 'bloodline replacement' of bronze for scrap metal, or the toad-like Gramm, they all left an extremely bad impression on Arthur.

Both are extremely secretive and bloody.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the two were hunted down.

What does the real mystery side look like?

Arthur kept guessing and associating in his heart, and he was more and more looking forward to Malinda's promise to him.

Later, under Arthur's deliberate guidance, the conversation with Maltz began to turn to lightheartedness -

"Does the officer have breakfast?"

"Absolutely."

"The patrolman's breakfast is average, the officer's breakfast is good, and the sergeant's breakfast is hearty."

With these words in his mouth, Maltz shouted out after handing Arthur the golden ticket with a denomination of 10 on the table.

"Bring me two breakfasts!"

Arthur put the golden tickets in his pocket, took out three golden tickets of the 1 denomination and handed them back to Maltz.

Maltz was stunned.

"Maybe you think that 10 golden tickets don't matter to you now, but I believe in fairness and clear pricing, so ......

I'm seven, you're three. ”

Hearing Arthur's words, Maltz also became serious.

He knew that it was about the future cooperation between the two.

After thinking for a moment, Maltz took one of the golden tickets.

"I didn't help at all about what happened just now, I just borrowed my identity, and it happened to happen here, so, for the sake of fairness, I'm one and you.

Of course, if I contribute in the future, it can become 28 points. ”

Maltz is too self-aware.

He knows who is in the driver's seat in the relationship.

He knew better that there were too many places for him to rely on Arthur.

He also knew that people are always greedy.

He, too, is no exception.

In order to have an unnecessary embarrassing situation in the future, he himself formulated a fair distribution method for himself.

Arthur nodded, his eyes filled with admiration.

People who are able to control others are scary.

People who are able to control themselves are even more terrifying.

Immediately, Arthur was excited about how far Maltz could be in the Shire.

That was after, though.

Right now?

Arthur looked out of the office.

The two patrol officers who had just changed shifts came over with food, and even though they were fine, the two officers were still cautious, especially when Maltz opened the door and walked in, they were even more cautious to the extreme.

It's not just charred corpses on the ground.

There is also fear and awe of Arthur.

Obviously, it was only a short period of fermentation, and the patrol police, who did not see what happened, under hearsay, had already regarded Arthur as some terrifying and terrifying existence.

Arthur was clearly aware of this change, not intentionally, but instinctively glanced at the two patrolmen.

Immediately, the hands of the two patrolmen holding the plates began to tremble.

The milk in the cup swayed incessantly, drawing arcs after arcs, and the spoon touched the cup lightly, crunching again and again.

When Maltz motioned for the two to put down their food and leave, the two let out a sigh of relief, turned around and ran out.

"The unknown and the mysterious are always scary, aren't they?"

Maltz said and picked up his share.

Arthur nodded noncommittally, then focused on his share.

Hot milk, omelette, fried ham, nuts, sliced bread with butter and honey, and green cabbage and small plates of dried fish on the side.

As Maltz said, the sheriff's breakfast was really hearty.

And just as Arthur was picking up the milk, he saw two charred corpses on the ground that had not been cleaned up, although he didn't mind that there were corpses next to him during the meal, but as the inexplicable smell of burnt smell got into his nose, Arthur always felt a little uncomfortable.

Most importantly, this discomfort reminded him of those two bad meals.

Therefore, Arthur looked at the Sheriff of Shire, who had already started to enjoy breakfast, and said—

"Maltz, do you know the Red Rose and the White Rose?"

"There's something I want to ask you for."