Black Sail
Chapter 112: CXII. Ordinary Friends

Chapter 112: CXII. Ordinary Friends

Black Sail faced numerous challenges in its early days of entrepreneurship.

One should know that not everyone could enjoy the treatment of splitting their earnings sixty-forty. Others would want to kneel, but couldn’t even do so.

In the East Sea Domain, one could only bring their goods to sell at Heavenly Port, nowhere else would work.

The three giants monopolized the area completely. If you bypassed them and directly delivered the goods to a Noble Master’s white glove, the white glove would merely scoff.

A stable connection was already established, and white gloves were more than one. If you broke the rules, don’t blame them for not giving you any goods later. If the Lord above you blamed it down, you were the one responsible.

Only somewhat capable Pirate Gangs could enjoy the split of sixty-forty.

Some ragtag groups looted some junk back, and if the giants didn’t want it, they’d simply get rid of it—sell it if you want, or leave it if you don’t.

During the initial stages of Black Sail, they, of course, encountered such situations; desperately looted goods being sold for cheap, are you kidding me?

Thus, Liszt didn’t retreat but advanced instead, playing it real, engaging in tough tasks, "If I were to marry your daughter, sir, how would you react then?"

The result was that after being caught secretly meeting, Liszt almost got killed.

Fortunately, the girl insisted and even pledged her life; Liszt was indeed good at making money, so it was left at that.

The giant also sent his daughter to a high-level institution affiliated with the Aran Royal Society to keep her away from Liszt.

Anyone big in the business knew that being a pirate wasn’t a long-term plan. Giants were also compelled to be in this position, others wouldn’t agree if they tried to leave.

They certainly wouldn’t want their precious pearl to spend the latter half of her life in such a grim and dirty place as Heavenly Port. They’d prefer to hand over the industry to a godson. It was fine for the daughter to take some money but not get involved at all; was this a place for people?

"Man, I thought it was some important issue. The others are very generous. She and I don’t have children, we’re just friends, why so many taboos?"

Liszt didn’t care much, indeed, he hadn’t seen his daughter for about four or five years. She couldn’t have been studying all this time, maybe preparing for postgraduate studies.

Back then, he hadn’t grown his beard so long and was still in his "North American Li Xunhuan" phase.

But now, due to work necessity and the expansion of his affairs, shaving would be a fatal blow, but it couldn’t be done.

Even though the bar was full of pirates, the perception of Liszt’s scoundrel level was refreshed among them.

No children equals none, marvelous indeed, truly marvelous.

"I’ll go with you."

Fen was quite concerned, by then he had joined the crew. The situation was chaotic, but thankfully, Liszt’s trickery enamored the girl to no end, otherwise, Black Sail might have sought a different livelihood, not staying in the East Sea Domain.

Soon, it became evening.

The location was near one of the properties, a coffee shop.

Because he stood up the Baroness, not arranging a meeting with Goria, Liszt felt somewhat guilty and didn’t bother to step in and visit.

These days, Claude was really skilled, vastly different from Rein. Could street smarts compare with Old Aran’s formal military training?

Walking on the streets, they almost felt like regular army patrols.

Liszt contemplated that even the small fry’s combat strength had risen a lot.

Such military talent was rare indeed; the Ox Race was different, having split into land and sea, lacking training. Wolman once also emerged from a ragtag rebellion; their unconventional methods didn’t appeal, but Claude was a rare find.

Though Claude had also mixed up with Dragon’s affairs and couldn’t escape it in this lifetime, he still had to consider his initiative.

Liszt thought that in a few days, he might as well introduce Claude to the Baroness. Claude was a former noble after all, with decent presence and eloquence. He had regained a lot of energy recently, and his appearance was undisputed, the type that made you want to pledge loyalty.

In the future, your lady and children are all here with me, isn’t that a complete binding?

It’s just granting a wife and shading children, no need to return to Aran, I’ll arrange one for you.

It was already evening.

Liszt and Fen entered one of the three major manors.

Although it didn’t compare to the Count Mansion in Londen City, the rank was nevertheless quite high, unreachable for low-level nobles of the garbage fiefdom for their whole lives.

The landscaping was exquisite, with multicolored cobblestones laid on the stone paths to enhance the beauty. Moreover, the local people had a propensity for fountains, which Liszt admired. Just as his hometown valued houses facing south, this place had a concept of feng shui that required a fortune-bringing fountain, ensuring a continuous flow of wealth.

If someone were to drain the fountain, it would be akin to killing the money tree, causing great distress.

The castle architecture was also imposing. While considering the defensive strength, aesthetics were integrated too, with embellishments and carvings on the outer walls to enhance details.

After all, appearances must be maintained to the fullest. Visitors who came here to discuss business would instantly understand that driving in a Rolls-Royce versus a regular car simply wasn’t the same concept.

The youngster guarding the entrance realized it was Liszt arriving, he suddenly sensed the fickleness of life.

When Liszt first came to Heavenly Port around six or seven years ago, he was just an inconspicuous member among countless miscellaneous groups, ranked even lower than the doorman himself.

That year, eighteen, standing on the Heavenly Port Pier, just like an underling.

Now, he commanded the wind and rain, won people’s hearts, having somewhat the air of Boss on the island. Other pirate gangs acknowledged their faults and stood straight when scolded.

Anyone who heard about the incident in the frozen meat warehouse five days ago would think Liszt had gone as far as confronting the Emperor, given the outrageous things he said.

So tonight, the noble master had invited him for a focused interview.

Liszt and this titan were old acquaintances from the Cannibal Tribe’s New Year dinner.

There weren’t so many formalities, almost family, surely he was the best choice for a great enterprise.

The lad didn’t talk much, unlike the nobles who beat around the bush with their drawing rooms. He directly led the two to one of the three giants, Taylor’s office.

Upon entering the castle, the interior decoration was quite retro. The middle-aged loved the traditional ambiance, they ascended the spiral staircase in the central hall.

They reached the third floor.

En route, they accidentally encountered Taylor’s godson.

Liszt’s gaze met with the godson.

Anyone who had been around Heavenly Port for a while knew the dirty laundry of Taylor’s family. This godson wasn’t any Lu Fengxian, quite competent and exceedingly loyal, now also managing Taylor’s fleet, after all, Taylor’s affairs were vast, requiring trusted ones for various matters.

And this godson, with Taylor’s daughter, in a normal course, should have been childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven.

However...

According to cosmic law, the old familiar couldn’t compare with the sensational; who’d prefer an embarrassing fool over a charming Cosmic Person full of exciting tales?

Liszt had effortlessly scooped her away. Forget about losing the first time, probably hadn’t secured any following times either.

When their gazes met, a killing intent began to spread immediately, tension filled the air.

However, that was only a one-sided wishful thinking from the godson.

"Sorry about that."

Liszt didn’t know what else to say, accidentally blurting this out.

Fen was dumbfounded. Are you trying to murder him with words?

"Let’s go, Taylor might be getting impatient, and it’s also a good time to discuss the marriage."

Liszt lit a cigarette and started smoking. This man, who had issues with him a few years ago and had even tried to kill him over a woman, lacked ambition. Thus, the weak could only acknowledge a godfather, while the strong directly took action.

The blonde, blue-eyed godson clenched his fists, about to explode, yet his face remained composed.

"Please, indeed, your godfather has been waiting a long time."

He pretended not to care and passed by Liszt and Fen.

Fen was speechless. Liszt, with his fearless demeanor, was truly invincible.

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