Black Sail
Chapter 106: CVI. 8 PM

Chapter 106: CVI. 8 PM

Black Sail Inn, second floor.

"Is everything taken care of?"

Fen was doing the accounts because there were new long-term expenditures, although Mad Tiger and Fish Seller Fei were not on the same employment system as the Black Sail Ship.

But parts of Black Sail’s backbone were also financial contributors; everything had to be sorted out thoroughly.

"Emperor Li personally took action, so how could it not be taken care of? From now on, the Undead Pirates would essentially be my subordinates."

Wolman made a bold statement.

"My subordinates, huh... I genuinely want to take them under my wing, perhaps inquire if Qi Li has any relatives inland and bring them here to enjoy life at the inn."

Liszt knew this wasn’t a master-servant relationship, as they could abandon him at any moment, or turn their back on him, making it the most unstable relationship—once the money stops, everything stops.

Unlike Black Sail, which, under various strategies and iron laws, had become solid as a barrel, it couldn’t disperse unless it was decimated down to a few surviving stragglers.

"What a life of enjoyment."

Mika had some traumatic memories from his last brothel visit; he wouldn’t dare go again unless the situation was fully resolved. If things went half-way, and the prostitutes turned out to be enemies, slicing your throat while you were enjoying yourself would be truly horrifying.

"Who’s going with you tonight?"

Fen finished writing the last few words quickly, took off his glasses, and pinched his brow. Liszt had really washed his hands of the whole affair, leaving everything for him to handle.

But Liszt had already picked the candidates, always adhering to the principle of using a fresh approach to conquer all, naturally including the twenty-four-faceted warrior and the one strike singer.

Human Rights Card—you can’t play the game without it.

Supermodel Card—designed to counter all heroes.

"Of course, my proudest faith!"

Liszt had already developed a path dependence, which no one else was good for, not even the Aran Sword King as a bodyguard would suffice.

"I see."

Swan had come to understand.

Fen frowned tightly, worried, "Swan might have caught rabies too."

After some contemplation, Liszt felt the preparation wasn’t enough and whispered a few words to both Wolman and Swan.

"No problem, I’ll bring Ox along,"

Wolman patted his chest.

Swan also nodded, then started to speak in an extremely bizarre yet profoundly cryptic language: "All is illusion, all is initiation."

Fen was about to explode, Assassin’s Creed water country Maple Dan Heaven Port was it, too many elements to even criticize.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

"So, should we go on time, just make it, or..."

Fen asked, this time different from attending a banquet at the Count of Londen’s, who was a cultured man, well aware of what to do at any time, and facing no issues as long as the attitude was right.

But the island was full of bastards, many uneducated or illiterate.

Although Liszt was not good with obscure terminologies, he didn’t miss common words.

"There’s only them waiting for me, never did I wait for others."

Liszt pondered, always dealing with counts and admirals, driving Rolls-Royces, these poor pirates, driving Mada, could they even show him respect?

"Dammit... where the hell did Rein die? Black Sail is about to be annihilated, and he’s still not back."

Liszt was speechless.

"I inquired a bit, he was reveling with some of his mistresses, at a high-end restaurant around noon."

Fen replied calmly.

"Damn, giving him airs."

Liszt had nothing else to say, with the backbone dividing up so much money, it could be said that everyone was rich enough to splurge.

That afternoon.

At Heaven Port, whether it’s the Inner City or the Outer City, everything was turbulent and unsettled.

Because of the protection fee, which is closely related to every merchant and venue, if Liszt were to fall, then everyone would have a hard time.

But the chances of his downfall were high, even though Black Sail ranked among the top few in the pyramid on the entire island, other gangs’ pirate groups were pressuring them too hard.

Soon, it was already evening, approaching eight o’clock.

After winter began, the nights got darker earlier than before, but the nightlife in Heaven Port was just getting started. Both the outer and inner cities were brightly lit; the people here didn’t care about healthy routines. Meals were unpredictable, and one might end up dead on the streets any day; routines were completely chaotic, and that was it.

But tonight, none of the merchants felt much at ease, especially those under the protection of Black Sail. The owners were all anxious and restless, perhaps about to face an outcome they wished to avoid.

In a closed bar in the outer city.

Shadi was still freeload eating and drinking at the landlady’s place, who, after a haughty reversal, was utterly subservient to Shadi.

He had arrived in a hurry at noon and had to settle for a bowl of noodles.

For dinner, she personally cooked Shadi a feast and even made a soup with a whole fresh fish.

On the island, livestock was expensive, so seafood, which was cheaper and tasty, was a more common sight on the tables.

This landlady inflicted more damage than another member of the girlfriend group.

She knew that once on board with a thief, there was no turning back.

To compete with the other fox spirits, she would stop at nothing.

"We both still have money on us, let’s take a ship and leave this place, fly far away, not return to the Western Continent, and hide in a town on the Southern Continent."

Seeing Shadi had finished eating.

The landlady had made up her mind; she would leave after wrapping things up here, shedding her upper clothes and fully revealing herself, her face somewhat bashful.

Shadi was about to sip the soup when he was shocked by the scene.

Maybe... it’s better to end the girlfriend group, it’s too terrifying, it’s all true love, not just play, he might end up dismembered one day.

Meanwhile, at this very moment, in the frozen meat warehouse in the western side of the inner city.

The further in this direction, the sparser the buildings, but each building also covered a larger area.

Heaven Port had once transformed into a commercial port, fully equipped, this manufacturing area, even had all kinds of workshops—textile, woodworking, blacksmithing, leatherworking, none missing.

They were still operating normally.

The frozen meat warehouse was in the most remote area, almost next to the forest, incredibly ominous.

For the sake of the spiritual materials’ preservation, all were stone-built, which in winter, felt even colder.

Inside one of the compartments of the large warehouse.

An eerie silence prevailed.

The floor was covered with white tiles; they had long entered the age of seafaring and had mastered the technologies of porcelain firing and polishing.

The room was filled with cold iron shelves and hooks, with whole pigs, gutted and split open from the middle, horrifyingly bloody, hanging on the hooks.

These pigs were brought out for defrosting to be provided to various merchants in the city.

Nearly twenty people sat around an elm round table.

All were leaders from various pirate gangs and gangs, with around a hundred deputies and helmsmen standing around, no riff-raff present at the venue.

In Heaven Port, pirates were of two types.

Because there were two types of merchant ships—one that was willing to spend big money on cannons and hire escorts, and one that conducted small-scale trade and handled their own protection.

Thus, one group of pirates would piece together a rotten boat, arm it with a few crude cannons, and target those who liked to handle their own defense.

Another group of pirates used expensive boats, well-equipped, strong and robust, specifically targeting large shipments worth over two hundred Golden Dragons; after a black market cut of sixty-four to thirty-six, they would still earn a sizable amount.

Those who could sit at this table,

Clearly, were the latter type.

And here, there were also terms such as upper hand position, leader position, main seat, which meant the seat directly facing the door, facing the entrance.

Undead Pirates’ Qi Li was also present.

But the main seat was currently left empty, no one dared to sit.

Waiting for someone’s grand arrival, to be metaphorically put on the grill.

"Now... it’s exactly eight o’clock."

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