Arthur's presence and the second drawing directly pushed the salon atmosphere on the 'Oriental' to a whole new level.
Everyone was smiling.
And amid the laughter and joy, ti always flies.
The moon unknowingly set.
The sun had already risen high.
Arthur stood on the deck of the top cabin, stretching lazily—he had just returned, and when he did, more than half of the guests in the banquet hall were already asleep.
Those who were awake were also struggling to stay awake.
And this was exactly what Arthur wanted.
He needed everything to seem reasonable.
The young spirit dium raised his hand and beckoned.
Imdiately, Old John erged from the shadows of the observation deck.
The chief sailor of the 'Oriental' respectfully bowed and saluted Arthur—
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Old John.
I need you to tell Old Barry that I hope my guests can have a sound sleep.
Instead of setting off in the morning, we'll depart at noon.
Therefore, we need to conduct an over-supply at Port Pult."
Arthur ordered slowly.
Old John nodded repeatedly.
As for Arthur's orders, this forr pirate leader would naturally execute them unconditionally.
It's not just about contracts.
Or rather, it used to be about contracts.
But now?
It's the strength that Arthur has shown all along.
Such strength made this forr pirate leader submit.
Pirates are such people.
As long as you're strong enough, you can earn their loyalty.
Arthur, who understood this, naturally didn't mind showing his strength in front of Old John.
Contractual constraints?
They're always the foundation.
Arthur firmly believed that the friendship built upon contracts was the most 'valuable'.
For example: Marinda.
In the latter half of the night, Marinda left the 'Oriental'—the situation in South Los prevented the lady from staying on the 'Oriental' for long; no matter how curious or longing she might be, she had to return to South Los to manage the situation.
However, upon leaving, the lady used a secret phrase that only the two of them understood to convey to Arthur.
"I look forward to it!"
As she said this, Marinda's blue eyes were filled with a leap.
It was a genuine anticipation.
Mixed with an indescribable emotion.
Facing such Marinda, Arthur's reply was equally straightforward.
"I won't disappoint you!"
Arthur's reply was confident.
Because, regarding Bert Territory and Rondohart Port, Arthur already had arrangents—
"Old John, you also need to inform Old Barry that we won't stop at Rondohart Port; we need to head directly to Kilg Harbor in the Inner Bay."
No matter your myriad arrangents.
As long as I don't engage.
Then it's useless.
Moreover…
I can directly hit the target.
Arthur certainly wouldn't let down the arrangents of Jimte, Kalal, Hayes.
"Yes, sir."
Old John bowed and left.
Arthur then gave a big yawn facing the morning sun.
Imdiately, he lay on the lounge chair, his breathing beca even.
Only, his eyes remained slightly narrowed.
...
In the Inner Bay, Peach Kernel Street was already bustling in the morning.
This is a street near the dock, originally known for stockpiling peach kernels, but as transport through the Inland River rose, the warehouses originally for storing peach kernels have beco storage for various goods, thus making the family of 'Baron Singer' increasingly affluent.
Only, this baron's reputation wasn't good.
Because the baron was thought to be incompetent, only flattering to gain his high position.
Of course, more importantly, the baron flattered not the Old Lion but Baro Hamlet, the Old Lion's brother.
With Lord Baro's reputation, it's surprising for Baron Singer to have a good na.
Moreover, Baron Singer, like the lord he served, was arrogant and brainless.
The most famous incident is when a farr ca to the Inner Bay for dental care due to a toothache, but the pies in Inner Bay slled so tempting that the farr stopped to watch and drooled, seen by Baron Singer who imdiately dragged the farr into a bet.
The bet was for the farr to eat ten pies, if capable, he'd get ten gold coins, but if he couldn't, the farr had to give a part of his body to the baron—make no mistake, the pies in Inner Bay are hefty enough that one pie can fill a person, eating ten would likely cause soone to burst.
The farr agreed.
After eating two pies, he couldn't eat any more.
Then, the farr 'gave' his bad tooth to Baron Singer.
It wasn't self-extracted.
Upon hearing 'tooth', to show his generosity, Baron Singer summoned a dentist, and as the farr admitted defeat, attendants sward, restraining the farr while the dentist extracted the tooth.
Throughout the process, the farr cried out.
The more the farr cried out, the happier Baron Singer beca.
Once the tooth was extracted, the farr ran off crying.
Things could be deed complete at this point.
If not for the dentist, who drank too much, saying the tooth was bad—because of this, Baron Singer beca the butt of jokes.
Many called him 'Bad Tooth Baron', others 'Pie Baron'.
To this, Baron Singer pretends not to hear.
He staunchly believes it is slander by stupid peasants.
But now this baron cannot ignore it.
Because—
Two of his teeth had already been extracted.
Moreover, the person in front is preparing to extract the third.
The first two teeth extracted were pain-induced experiences.
Baron Singer certainly didn't want a third experience.
Thus, he pleaded with the man in front clad in a hooded cloak.
"Please spare !
I have done as you instructed!
However, the will of Lord Baro is beyond my control, if he wishes to see you, he surely will co, but if he does not wish to see you, he certainly won't co!"
The chubby, 1.5-ter tall Baron Singer resembling a ball cried miserably.
As for Jimte, who just extracted two of his teeth, of course, understood.
However, this did not an the wanderer knight from the Norvia Family would spare this guy.
"Ah!"
With a shrill cry, Baron Singer's third tooth was extracted.
Clutching his mouth, the baron rolled around on the ground.
Jimte gazed upon him, playfully saying—
"Alright, alright.
It's not that painful.
Now, let's proceed to the next segnt…
Eating pies!"
The pies made by Baron Singer's cook were quite good, golden brown and crispy on the outside, full of at inside.
But for Baron Singer, who just had three teeth extracted, it was torture.
Hot, painful.
Moreover, there were ten pies.
He'd be stuffed to death.
Why hasn't the lord arrived yet.
Eating, Baron Singer lanted.
And Jimte, smiling as he watched the scene, secretly shivered inside—
It turned out just like this!
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