Seberlin, Port Doldot!
Marinda wanted!
Moreover, not only did she want, she had also acted before, but...
All had failed!
The "Inland Church" and the "Pain Church," although at odds, kept their conflicts private; outwardly, they presented a united front.
Of course, the most important factor was still the West Berlin Family.
It was the Marquess of Seberlin who truly caused Marinda to suffer defeat.
Just thinking about the unexplained deaths of her sixteen trusted subordinates made Marinda narrow her eyes—
"Are we sure that old fox can be dragged down?"
Marinda's abrupt inquiry made Arthur laugh.
He appreciated the speed of Marinda's reactions.
Clearly, Marinda had guessed that the Marquess of Seberlin stood behind the "Pain Church," and that the Marquis would not act openly.
"Not easy, but possible,"
Arthur said vaguely.
Without Lucius's 'action', he too did not have a definite answer.
Marinda was already accustod to Arthur's vagueness.
Moreover, at this mont, what this lady cared more about was—
"What are the chances?"
The lady asked.
"Twenty percent,"
Arthur estimated silently.
Twenty percent profit, one daughter for ten percent profit, is naturally expensive.
It's certainly difficult to aim for twenty percent profit!
But what if it concerns 'honor'?
After all, as a reliable father, he wouldn't want the news that his twin daughters are controlled by a cult to be known, would he?
It's also possible that he's a ruthless father who could directly kill his own twin daughters.
Although the rumors suggest the Marquess of Seberlin adores his four daughters.
But who can truly know the truth?
As a 'Spirit dium,' one must be prepared for every eventuality.
Therefore, Arthur also prepared another set of words: The Marquis of Seberlin was bewitched by demons, and the ancestors of the West Berlin Family ca to him for 'exorcism.'
This kind of lie is obviously easy to expose.
But what if the Marquess of Seberlin were dead?
No one cares about the dead.
The Nobles would salivate over the lands of Seberlin.
The commoners?
They're even less concerned about these matters.
Commoners don't understand the greater goods and evils; as long as the person killed was of higher status and worth than them, they would secretly rejoice.
If they could be comforted with so policies for the well-being of the populace...
Then there would be even fewer problems.
The only issue is how to kill the Marquess of Seberlin.
The rumored Great Nobles are not easy to provoke.
Arthur wasn't sure.
So, he had to drag Marinda into this, letting her face the Marquis directly.
Him?
As a young, upright, innocent, and kind 'Spirit dium,' he would naturally assist from the sidelines.
Of course, if he could use Marinda's connections to drag the Countess down as well, that would be even better.
"Twenty percent chance?
That's a bit low!
But, if we could gain a foothold in Port Doldot, it would be worth it!"
Hearing Arthur's words, Marinda frowned.
But then, the lady made a decision.
Do it!
She had already seen the ceiling of her industry in South Los.
It was destined to reach its limit as ti passed.
Rather than wait until that mont to make plans, it was better to take a risk now with Arthur.
After all, Arthur wasn't the kind to shot in the dark; he certainly had so level of assurance.
Twenty percent?
It must far exceed that.
Thinking this, Marinda prepared to discuss the following arrangents with Arthur.
However, when she looked up, the lady spotted Arthur looking at her with a strange gaze.
It was a look filled with surprise mixed with disappointnt.
Instantly, the lady felt puzzled.
"What's the matter?"
The lady asked in return.
"Marinda, although I don't want to say it, do you always underestimate ?
If there were only a twenty percent chance of gaining a foothold in Port Doldot, I would never resort to such a asure. I would simply blow up the entire Port Doldot.
Then, rebuild a new port from scratch!"
Arthur said with a serious face.
Marinda was taken aback.
Instantly, the lady thought of sothing, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"What are you talking about?"
Though she had a guess in her mind, the lady still asked.
"Profit!
What I'm talking about is a twenty percent profit!
It's twenty percent of Port Doldot's earnings!"
Arthur enunciated each word, his eyes appreciating Marinda's expression at that mont, especially the disbelief in her deep blue eyes.
He found it quite lovely.
So, he certainly didn't act this way just to enjoy Marinda's expression.
He, Arthur, was just going with the flow.
Marinda, on the other hand, was truly furrowing her brows.
"Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Unless you can not only hold the Marquess of West Berlin's soft spot but also withstand the Marquess of West Berlin on the battlefield... Wait a minute!
You're not thinking of having withstand the Marquess of West Berlin, are you?"
Marinda finally ca to her senses.
And of course, Arthur couldn't possibly admit to it.
"It's not you withstanding the Marquess of West Berlin; it's both of us withstanding him, making him hesitate to take action."
Arthur certainly wouldn't admit his true thoughts.
"That's too dangerous!
The Marquess of West Berlin is rumored to be strong enough to reach the 'Ascend Steeper' level!
Even possibly being an 'Ascend Steeper' himself!
If we do this, the risk we're taking is too great!"
Arthur looked at Marinda with a smile, considering the reasons she laid out.
In summary, it was just—
We need more money!
As long as Marinda didn't outright refuse, this matter was already a success for Arthur.
In fact, when Marinda saw Arthur smiling at her, she already couldn't continue her speech.
The lady wasn't the thick-skinned type.
Having her true intentions discovered, the lady spoke directly.
"I want half!"
"Twenty percent!"
Arthur's smile faded, his expression turning solemn.
Then, he provided more reasons.
"I have prepared the groundwork for two and a half years.
The risk I took and the expenses far exceed your imagination.
Twenty percent is the limit I can offer."
Marinda hesitated slightly, not because she didn't believe Arthur's words. Having encountered humiliating defeat in West Berlin herself, she certainly believed that Arthur must have taken great risks and spent untold amounts of gold and effort to create the current situation.
It couldn't just have been achieved by chance, could it?
Impossible!
And the lady's hesitation was to calculate whether her investnt and the returns were proportional.
In the end—
"Thirty percent!
That's my bottom line!"
The lady said.
Arthur didn't answer imdiately but frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table.
Thud, thud-thud!
Once, twice.
Just when Marinda thought this collaboration would fall through, Arthur sighed.
"Since it's you, Marinda."
Having said that, the young 'Spirit dium' extended his hand again—
"Pleasure doing business with you!"
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