Black Sail
Chapter 125: CXXV. Already an Art

Chapter 125: CXXV. Already an Art

Twenty minutes later.

Caroso’s jaw was practically on the floor—the pirate leader was truly a master of boasting.

Liszt didn’t just bump up the intensity, but also the value.

He brought out everything he had learned in his lifetime.

In Liszt’s description, he wasn’t just a pirate, he was practically the fourteenth Holy Spirit.

The Black Sail Pirate Group, a partner of justice, dedicated to protecting the rights of the weak and battling the evil nobles—oh, how noble and righteous it all sounded.

After laying down the basic logic, Liszt directly started on the PowerPoint.

He discussed event planning.

How to arrange for Fafna’s healthy growth, the heist of the century, dominating Heaven Port, pirates and charlatans working together to eradicate the tyrant.

Then he unveiled his big trump card.

"Aren’t you looking to support the Holy Spirit and choose a divine spokesperson for the Western Continent?" he said, "I support the Holy Spirit."

"Just settle down here with the child, help Black Sail look after things."

Not only will Fafna eventually take over for the elderly Holy Spirit,

the Netherworld Stele... I’ll take that over for you too!

Caroso was dumbfounded.

Liszt increased the value and intensity, suggesting he could join the sect and serve the Holy Spirit. He had already discussed with Fen; collecting the fragments wasn’t an overnight task, and would also need a powerful information network.

Black Sail wanted to rise quickly. Their current capabilities weren’t enough, so money had to be made by others, and some things had to be shared.

Liszt called Fen over.

"As long as you agree, this too will be taken over for you, to support the elderly Holy Spirit."

Liszt almost tricked Caroso into believing it.

Fen truly admired Liszt, who had managed to completely stabilize Caroso.

"But let’s be clear, once you’ve seen this thing, don’t think about leaving. We won’t count you in on the team; you’ll just stay here looking after Fafna until the time is ripe. Once Heaven Port is taken, we’ll collaborate with the Holy Spirit Church."

So Fen spoke.

Caroso made a vow to the Holy Spirit, and Liszt wasn’t worried about this madman betraying them or leaking the information.

Ten minutes later.

Liszt, took Caroso to the hotel’s underground cellar, summoning Ben to speak truthfully.

It was certain that the people from Lostra were indeed killed by the thieves who came for the Stele; the deed was already done.

Caroso was completely persuaded by Liszt; with the Netherworld Stele, he had something to report back to the Church, but it depended on Liszt successfully turning Heaven Port into his territory, and the subsequent plans unfolding as planned—it really was a win-win, otherwise, he’d have to sacrifice his own... devotion. The authority of the Holy Spirit was more important; he’d just become a true defector.

He said no more, went upstairs and told Goria about his decision.

The Immortal Emperor’s Divine Power successfully suppressed Caroso.

Thus, it became an art form.

In the backup cellar.

Only the injured Ben saw the matter through.

The core members of Black Sail were also entertaining themselves here, having nothing else to do.

"I’ve said what I had to say, if you’re going to kill me, make it quick."

Ben, a tough guy, spoke weakly. Rein, this madman almost drove him insane. Just death, what’s the big deal? Hurry up, I’m tired, let’s get it over with.

"The trade matters are clear now, but other things need to be probed. As a high-ranking member of the Thief Guild, you must have some knowledge about Diaz’s plans and identity. Plus, your mind holds a treasure trove of knowledge about many things from the underworld. It’d be a crime to kill you just like that. You know who possesses what treasures, you can tell us all about it, and maybe you’ll even save your life. Stay in Heaven Port, and I can help you make a living."

Liszt lit a cigarette and took a drag, his mood quite good. Starting now, Fafna truly belonged to him.

"Truly a million questions answered," Rein complained.

Ben was exhausted. These cavemen had huge appetites, and he knew a sea of information. Was he supposed to rob every noble?

"Stop fucking around," Ben knew that mixing with this crowd, he would ultimately pay the price, better to die sooner and transcend, "Make it quick."

He didn’t think these people were so kind-hearted, the barriers insurmountable. Knowing about the Stele and the Dragon, how could he possibly leave with his life?

Even if they showed mercy, he would be nothing more than a prisoner, living like a dog. What was the point?

Liszt knew how to be tough yet tactful. Either way, he was a slave, so he took it easy. He was aware of his situation and had to play it slow to induce Stockholm syndrome.

At that moment,

a server brought the meal made by the court chef, Archer — lychee red wine black pepper wings, paired with fragrant orange pine pancakes, and a refreshing cream shrimp soup.

Ben was currently weak. All his weapons had been totally cleaned off him, so Liszt did not fear him lashing out to kill anyone. He told Rein to loosen the belt binding his hands.

The server placed the tray of food and utensils on Ben’s lap.

The reason Liszt hadn’t kicked Archer out yet was due to his extraordinary culinary skills. Among the Far Moon Ten Masters, he was like a top-tier chef at Heaven Port, deserving of collecting legendary kitchen tools.

Strictly speaking, with the number of lives on Archer’s hands, he should belong to the dark culinary world.

It was delicious.

Ben, having been hungry since morning and weakened by fatigue, first tasted a few bites, then began to devour his food as if taking revenge.

He ate delightfully, as if a starving spirit reincarnated.

Liszt squinted his eyes slightly. This guy’s eating could make anyone hungry. Archer could have served at state banquets in Ji Weng, considered the highest level. If it weren’t a cafeteria and he focused on a few dishes, the flavor was beyond reproach.

"Is Archer still upstairs? Have him make some supper," Liszt said. Today was a double celebration, having dealt with one of Diaz’s dogs and successfully capturing Dragon Lady Fafna, it was time to feast.

"He seems to have gone to his part-time job after this meal, handling his broken restaurant."

Shadi had bandaged his waist, having been slashed by a card from this trickster during the day, still in pain.

Liszt clicked his tongue. Although Archer was Black Sail’s man, he couldn’t control him being his own boss. He financially managed a small restaurant that only opened a few times a year. Odd that it got any business at all, foolishness.

However, Liszt had a better idea. Archer’s ability to handle a knife wasn’t wasted. Why not keep him at Heaven Port and really leverage it?

Given that Heaven Port had many reclusive gods, letting Archer run his place, serving gods especially, after the new year, many gourmands knowing Archer would be slashing people, wouldn’t they support the endeavor?

But considering that guy’s personality, it wasn’t reliable. Better forget it and just go rob trains with Aran instead.

Ben had finished his meal, still unsatisfied.

"Can you get me a young woman in her early twenties to come over, a prostitute will do. Also, another bottle of wine, I prefer plum fermented, and a Cangwu Mountain cigarette. Regarding Diaz, and the things I know, I might as well talk."

Ben was picking his teeth with his finger.

Liszt was about to explode. Taking liberties, huh?

"Fuck, beat him to death."

Liszt told Shadi.

"I’ve intended to do so for a while."

Shadi swung his fist towards his face.

With a loud bang.

"Fuck..." Ben’s teeth got knocked out, spitting blood, "Just the woman then?"

"Keep hitting."

Liszt joined in the beating.

Mika also came by to explain the stakes. If they killed him then had to resuscitate him, his organs were untouched, weakened only by excessive blood loss, still able to endure the rough treatment.

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