Following the man, the three of them arrived in front of a house under the watchful eyes of others.
The house was as dilapidated as before. The doors and windows were all tightly stared at, not leaving a single gap. It was as if there was something unspeakable inside.
"
Mr. Mayor, there are two guests from afar looking for you.”The man gently knocked on the door and shouted in a low voice.
"Please... ahem, ma-ma-ma-please come in.”A moment later, a strange sound came from inside the house.
With
permission, the man pushed open the door and walked in with Arthur and Nami.
Inside the room, because the doors and windows were locked, the light was dim, but they could still roughly see the scene inside.
At first glance, the impression it gave was simple and crude.
There were a few wooden tables and chairs, not even a sofa. The walls were covered with a large number of bounty notices. It was as if this was not the mayor's house, but a gathering place for gangsters. It was filled with a foul atmosphere.
Even the mayor's house was in such a state. One could imagine how poor Whiskey Mountain was.
In addition, there were three people in the house.
Arthur glanced around and focused on the three of them.
The leader was a tall man with long curly hair. He was wearing a suit that did not fit the atmosphere of the room. He held a sax in his hand. He was the mayor of Whiskey Mountain, the captain of the guards of the Kingdom of Arabastan, Ikaram.
Behind him was a man and a woman. The man was dressed as a prince, with two tufts of beard trimmed in the shape of the Arabic number 9 on his face. He did not have the aura of a prince at all. He was Mr. 9, an intermediate agent of Baroque Agency.
The woman was wearing a blue and white circle shirt. She had long blue hair tied into a ponytail, fair skin, and a beautiful and cute face. She was one of the kings of the 20 countries that jointly established the World Government 800 years ago. She was the princess of the Kingdom of Arabastan, Neferutali Vivi.
His bloodline wasn't inferior to that of the Heavenly Dragon Tribe. He was truly a descendant of the masters of creation.
"Dirk, they are..."
While Arthur was sizing them up, Ikaram and the other two were also sizing up Arthur and Nami.
At this moment, the Innate Instinct (A) came into play. Arthur could clearly see the shock in Ikarim's eyes.
This shock was a compliment to his temperament, but it was only a small part of it. As the captain of the guards of the Kingdom of Alabastan, Ikarim had accompanied King Cobra to the World Conference and had seen all kinds of noble kings and Heavenly Dragon people. Even though Arthur had inherited King Arthur's holiness and nobility, it did not make him lose control of his emotions.
Arthur sensed that Ikalem's emotions had changed the most when he saw his appearance.
"As expected of the captain of a kingdom's guards.”Arthur recalled that Ikarim had called out the man's name. For such a nobody to remember, it was obvious that Ikarim's intelligence ability and memory were quite good.
"Mr. Mayor, these two guests from afar want to discuss a business deal with you.”The man lowered his body and explained his intentions to Ikarim with a smile, as if telling him that two fat sheep had arrived.
"Cough cough…Ma-Ma-Ma-I know, you can go out first.”Ikaram coughed lightly and suddenly turned to the man beside him and said,""Mr. 9, you too.”
"Uh…I know."
M. 9 was stunned for a moment. Then, he looked at Arthur and Nami and nodded.
Originally, he and his partner, Miss. Wednesday, were in this house discussing how to solve the town's food crisis with Ikarim. They did not expect two fat sheep to come so quickly.
Nami and Vivi, who were standing behind them, looked at Ikarim suspiciously.
In this regard, Arthur was even more certain that the island had recognized him.
"Ma…Ma…Ma…May I ask if I should address you as Mr. 6 or the Wind Sword Knight?”As expected, Ikaram's voice confirmed Arthur's intuition.
"Mr. 6..."
Vivian's pupils constricted as she looked at Arthur in shock.
This person is actually a Baroque Society's Intermediate Agent, the first person!
The Wind Sword Knight, was he the famous bounty hunter in the East China Sea?
He was actually a member of the Baroque Workshop?
Vivian looked at Arthur, who was wearing a long cloak, a pair of white trousers, a pair of white boots, and a pair of white gloves. He had short golden hair, a handsome face, and a holy and noble temperament. Vivian was furious.
It had to be said that Arthur was the most perfect knight Vivian had ever seen. The more he was like this, the more Vivian looked at Arthur with dissatisfaction.
Why was a person with such a temperament Krogdal's subordinate?
Arthur didn't know what Vivian was thinking, but Intuition (A) could sense the emotional fluctuations in Vivian. He glanced at her and then looked back at Ikarim. He said calmly,""It seems that your intelligence or status is not remarkable in Baroque Workshop. I'm not the Mr. 6 you're talking about, and I'm not a member of your Baroque Workshop. That bald eagle did mention this number in the invitation letter, but I rejected it.”
"Is that so? I see!" Ikalem was a little surprised, but when he thought of Arthur's reputation in the East Sea, he didn't find it strange.
He knew more about Arthur than Vivi. Such a person would not join such an evil organization.
After hearing Arthur's words, Vivian looked at him differently.
That was more like it. How could a righteous knight associate with evil?
He had been observing the two women's beauty. Looking at their changing expressions, he felt that these two were very strange, as if they were hiding some secret.
If Arthur knew what Nami was thinking, he would be amazed.
Not only was he sensitive to the wind direction and weather, but even his sixth sense was so strong. If he awakened the domineering aura of sight and hearing in the future, how powerful would he be?
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