They all call me Great Master-Chapter 686 - 683: How Could I Bear to See You Lose if You Bet with Me!

Under Marinda's gaze, Arthur's fingers swiftly wrote down—.

Adapt to circumstances.

If it were anyone else, Marinda would certainly think she had been played.

But if it was Arthur, there must be a reason.

Almost instantly, the lady thought of something.

'You've crossed swords with the Marquess of Seberlin?'

Marinda quickly wrote.

The current situation had already become quite clear, with the Marquess of Seberlin wanting to kill two birds with one stone, opposing both the Old Lion of Inner Bay and laying out plans for that 'Lady of Sorrow'.

And that 'Lady of Sorrow,' naturally unwilling to succumb without a fight, had started to create the current situation.

As for the 'Inland River Cult'?

Even if that Old Lion had great ambition, he would also show restraint.

After all, they were Nobles.

Even if beneath their splendid exterior lay a bandit's savagery.

However,

Even bandits have rules.

Once the rules are broken, that would be no good at all.

With such a premise, despite Arthur stirring up the situation, his indecisive response must be due to concerns about the Marquess of Seberlin's strength.

Even, he had personally experienced it.

Under Marinda's gaze, Arthur nodded his head.

'Very strong, with more than one ace up his sleeve.'

Arthur wrote.

This was a fact, within the 'Array of Cannons' hidden deadly threats loomed, not just one.

Marinda subconsciously took a puff of her pipe.

When thinking, the lady always had the habit of smoking tobacco.

However, after taking a puff, she realized it wasn't even lit.

The awkward sensation made the lady's eyebrows furrow slightly.

She didn't want to affect Arthur's appetite.

But when thinking, she indeed had habits.

While the lady was still wrestling with this, Arthur raised a hand, and the flame from a candlestick leapt into Marinda's pipe.

"Some habits are hard to break, but they can be controlled."

Arthur let out a sigh, his face showing an expression of resignation.

Marinda immediately turned up the corner of her mouth.

"You light my pipe, and then you advise me to quit smoking?"

The lady was a bit confused by Arthur's maneuvering.

"Because, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, awkward.

But I know that controlling tobacco would be good for you.

So, I've chosen a better solution—how about we make a bet?"

Arthur explained, and proposed.

Immediately, Marinda became interested.

"A quit-smoking game?"

The lady astutely guessed what Arthur was up to, and as a result, she became even more curious about how Arthur would make the bet.

"Yes, the quit-smoking game."

Arthur nodded, then pointed towards the wharf of Xilongde on the shore.

"We'll bet—

whether or not there will be fireworks in the next half-hour.

Since I'm suggesting the bet, you get to choose first."

Marinda didn't hurry to choose, instead she asked. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"If I lose, I promise you, I won't smoke tobacco unless it's absolutely necessary.

But what if you lose?"

Her azure eyes twinkled, full of curiosity and anticipation.

"If I lose...

Do you remember the pipe and tobacco you gave me?

They will be in my hands every moment!"

Arthur responded in this way.

The azure eyes lit up.

Marinda knew that Arthur maintained etiquette when it came to others smoking pipes, but he himself would absolutely never touch one, and now he was willing to hold it in his hand...

That was enough!

After all, it was a gift from her.

With this in mind, the lady spoke.

"Good!

But I want to give you another pipe as a gift."

To this, Arthur raised no objections.

"Then I bet...

within half an hour, there will still be fireworks going off!"

Marinda declared.

"Alright, then I bet there won't be any fireworks—Marinda, are you sure you don't want to change your mind?

Keep in mind, there have just been a lot of fireworks set off.

Even if that Old Baron doesn't mind having a mid-show performance, the chances are very, very slim."

Arthur reminded Marinda.

"No!

The smaller the probability, the greater the payout, especially when betting against a guy like you. I've always believed that conventional wisdom doesn't apply.

You have to do the exact opposite!"

Marinda spoke with conviction.

What else could Arthur say to that?

He shrugged and pushed the beef in puff pastry pot toward Marinda.

"Try it, the chef you recommended is really quite good."

"Of course!"

The lady smiled proudly.

She took the 'Oriental' very seriously.

From its construction to its decoration and the staffing, the lady had managed it all single-handedly.

The chefs had had to pass a taste test before they could set foot on the 'Oriental'.

Marinda lifted an entire golden piece of puff pastry with a fork, then scooped out diced beef from the pot, drained off the broth, and placed it onto the puff pastry, deftly wrapping it with the fork—this was Marinda's favorite way to eat it, perfectly combining the flavor of the beef with the texture of the pastry.

However, this time Marinda didn't put it into her mouth right away.

Instead, she passed it to Arthur.

That caught Arthur by surprise.

"There's only one piece of puff pastry!"

Arthur reminded her.

"But I can have the chef make another one, and I believe the kitchen must have some prepared in advance."

Marinda said, glancing toward the nearby chef.

Instantaneously, the chef nodded with a beaming smile.

"Of course."

Having said that, the chef tactfully left.

Suddenly, it was just Arthur and Marinda left in the cabin; Arthur didn't refuse the food in front of him, and Marinda scooped up the broth, sipping it gently, her eyes occasionally drifting to the opposite shore.

Without a doubt, Marinda was more concerned about this bet than Arthur had thought.

At that, Arthur sighed and used the contract to contact Pendragon.

...

On the shore, Pendragon stood in front of a bollard.

It was the last piece of workable fireworks from that Old Baron's warehouse, which he had borrowed.

The rest?

He had 'marked' them.

The fuses were dampened, so they definitely couldn't be used for a while.

Pendragon had a newfound appreciation for his old man's cunning.

For this, he silently mourned for the lady.

A sure-lose bet was just too tragic.

While he was lamenting, the contract in Pendragon's heart trembled.

Meow-whoo!

Pendragon immediately called out.

A silly-looking Kiri suddenly sprang out of the shadows, mouth opening to spit out a box of matches.

Pendragon used Airflow to pull out a match coated in phosphorus and struck it directly on Kiri's nose—

Hiss!

With a unique sound, the match caught fire.

The next moment, the fireworks shot into the sky.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Under the splendid fireworks, a cat and a dog looked up.

The cat face was smug, Old Man is sure to win.

The dog face was wise, sulfur smells so good.

And on the 'Oriental,' Marinda's lips uncontrollably curled upward.

"I won!"

The lady pumped her fist.

Then, without waiting for Arthur to speak, she lit a tobacco and blew out a smoke ring.

No sooner had the thick smoke ring formed than the lady dived through it.

And before the smoke ring dispersed, the lady emerged again, holding a wooden box and placing it directly in front of Arthur—

"You said it would appear in your hands every moment of every day!"