A puff of smoke drifted through the crack in the door into the office, and then, a long, white, slender palm reached out of the smoke and jerked it.

Suddenly, the smoke turned into a circle.

Malinda, in a black hunting suit, walked out of the smoke ring with a pipe in her mouth.

The lady's blue eyes were full of red bloodshots, and she was not polite when she saw Arthur's plate, so she raised her hand and picked up the smoked chicken leg and stuffed it into her mouth.

He asked as he stuffed it.

"What happened?"

Rude.

This was the true face of the lady of the Long Night, whom the young men of South Los had fascinated all of them, Arthur had long been accustomed to, and Maltz had seen it for the first time.

For the old sheriff, it was surprising enough to get a living person out of the smoke ring, but the scene later made him even more unacceptable.

So much so that the old sheriff did not find out at all that his smoked chicken leg had been taken by Arthur.

Arthur ate the chicken leg slowly, looked at Malinda with his eyes, and did not speak.

Immediately, the lady rolled her eyes.

"A man with a small belly!"

As she spoke, the lady licked her fingers, and as soon as she raised her hand, a contract appeared in her hand—she opened it and placed it in front of Arthur.

It clearly reads:

Arthur. Credos enjoys a 1% profit dividend of Caesars Comptoir every year (the income of the comptoir does not include the auction of the Long Night Lady, the Long Night and other three fleets and the shops and comptoirs in the Inner Bay, West Berlin, Einhaas, Bette, Ruud, Novia and other places, only the income brought by Malinda. Julius. Caesar's proceeds from the reorganization of the remaining comptoirs in South Los).

At the same time, Arthur. Credos must not take the initiative to harm Malinda. Julius. Caesar's interests (mainly real economy) matter, once violated, can not like women in this life.

Arthur looked at the contents of the contract.

When he saw the last one, Arthur snorted angrily at Malinda.

He was sure that Malinda did it on purpose.

The lady triumphantly hooked her little finger at Arthur.

Arthur returned a middle finger before bowing his head and continuing to study the details of the contract—such as whether the contract paper had a sandwich, whether there was a greasy pattern, whether invisible ink was used, and so on.

And this kind of behavior made Malinda dissatisfied and satisfied at the same time.

Resentfully, Arthur didn't trust her.

Satisfied, Arthur didn't trust her.

After eating the smoked chicken thighs in her hand, Malinda set her eyes on the roast beef, the seasoning of this woman's choice was salt and black pepper.

However, it was not sprinkled directly, but-

"Phew!"

After taking a bite, the lady began to sprinkle the spice.

Looking at this unbearable scene, Maltz covered his face.

The old sheriff was utterly disappointed in the rumored goddess in the minds of the men of South Los - the lady of the house had a dirty mouth, a rude gesture like a sailor, and spat at will.

It's almost like a hooligan on the street.

However, Malinda, who considers herself a success in food protection, doesn't care.

She began to nibble on the roast beef.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When Malinda's beef was halfway down, Arthur looked up.

The young 'medium' quietly glanced at the lady of the long night.

The contract is very detailed and cumbersome, but the rewards are still rich, according to the movement last night, Malinda can reorganize at least one-tenth of the South Los Comptoir under her command, in order to be faster, and to be more 'quiet', there must be some interest exchanges and trade-offs, especially the countess's offering, which is the big head, but the rest, 1% of the profit dividend a year, can also have 10,000 gold ticket income.

That's an investment in me! ’

Arthur knew exactly why Malinda did what she did.

It wasn't just a couple of unexpected performances that made the lady choose to raise.

Also because of'cat pie. Black's identity.

'Tsk, you value the world you come from! ’

Arthur pursed his lips in his heart, but signed his name without hesitation.

As for violating the rules?

He will never take the initiative to harm the interests of the other party.

"Heh, be so careful, I thought you wouldn't sign it!"

Malinda sneered.

"Why do you have to take it out if you are so reluctant?"

Arthur asked rhetorically as he handed the golden cane to Malinda.

The woman was stunned.

She never thought Arthur would do useless work, any more than she thought Arthur would use a golden staff, so ......

'Tate Cane Shop'!

The lady immediately thought of something, and then asked directly.

"When?"

"Exactly, three days ago!"

Arthur replied.

Immediately, the woman looked down and thought.

Three days ago, it was supposed to be Harris......

However, before the lady could plan what to do, she was interrupted by Arthur.

"There's also a 'Last Descendant of Blood', and...... The murder of the 'Sanke family' 20 years ago - this family is most likely a 'witch hunter'. ”

Arthur briefly recounted a series of events that had happened this morning.

Of course, the young 'medium' knew what the Long Night Lady was thinking.

Before, when Malinda was balanced by Harris, she expressed dissatisfaction.

If you have the opportunity now, you will naturally have to 'fight back' a little.

That's why Arthur is so honest!

Because of this, Arthur is sure to win twice!

Listening to Arthur's words, Malinda's eyes lit up.

"So, it's possible that Harris has been in collusion with a 'Last Descendant of Blood' for a long time, and even sought benefits from the 'Sanker family'?"

Malinda muttered softly to herself.

"Pirates, and pirates!"

Arthur reminded.

"Yes, and pirates!"

Malinda clapped her palms.

"But as an important member of the Earl's command, we should trust this man from the same camp, so we need to give him a chance to let him know all this, and try to prove his innocence!"

Arthur accentuated the pronunciation of the word 'effort'.

"In that case, it makes sense for him to take the initiative to fight against the 'Last Descendant of Blood', right?"

Malinda asked.

"Of course!"

Arthur nodded with certainty.

Then, the two looked at each other in tacit understanding, and the corners of their mouths turned up.

Maltz on the side watched this scene, and his back really felt cold.

He was glad that he and Arthur were in the same group, and that he had never stood across from the lady of the night.

Otherwise, who can hack these two?

In just a few words, people are used as cannon fodder!

Moreover, the person who became cannon fodder had to be grateful to Arthur and pay a great price.

'Terrible! Terrible!

But......

These two are such a good match! ’

The old sheriff sat in the corner and thought to himself, but he didn't say a word.

He's just getting old, not wanting to die.

He didn't dare to talk nonsense about this kind of thing.

After eating all the rest of the roast beef in three or two bites, Malinda, who was in a good mood, looked at Arthur, who was smiling at herself again, but didn't say a word, and immediately said-

"Say, what do you want? Within my ability, I will not refuse. ”

Arthur smiled.

That's what he was waiting for.

PS recommended a friend's book "This Fairy, Please Stay"~

(End of chapter)