Black Sail
Chapter 132: CXXXII. Before Setting Sail

Chapter 132: CXXXII. Before Setting Sail

"I’m really not at ease with you going to Aran this time; my own swordsmanship is quite limited."

Dreya knew that Liszt possessed the Junlin Sword, but it was inconveniently lodged in his left hand, which was relatively less dexterous. It was time for Liszt to practice using his left hand for swordplay.

"Why don’t you go teach him then?"

Dreya, with a seductive grip on Goria’s hand, suggested that it wouldn’t be a problem with pointers from a Heroic Level adventurer.

Goria simply couldn’t refuse.

"Fine..."

Goria agreed.

"I’m not interested, the second wife hasn’t even been transferred over and already has to work, makes me look like an idiot," Liszt said seriously as he picked up the Leather Armor prepared to leave, "Just clean up and wait for me to come back before the year ends, and we can have sandwiches."

It had to be said that Dreya’s suggestion was accurate; indeed, it was time to practice.

After leaving behind his shocking statement, Liszt didn’t stay any longer. He took the Leather Armor that Dreya had taken care of and oiled, and pushed open the door to leave.

"What second wife?!"

Goria was nearly bursting with anger.

"My second wife is fine, right?"

Dreya pinched Goria’s chin, making her pretty face turn crimson.

Three days later.

At the blacksmith shop in Heavenly Port.

It was no Baosi business like a café or clothing store.

It catered to essential needs.

Having a skill in iron forging here meant sweet business, raking in profits hand over fist.

Weapons were the lifeline of pirates; without a decent one, death wasn’t far off.

Each time the blacksmith shop owner in the Inner City saw Morison, he would get a headache.

Although this guy was a big customer, with primarily large orders to satisfy, he would reject every recommendation of Magic Energy Materials to enhance the weapons’ hardness and sharpness.

"Brother Sha, with your skills, you shouldn’t settle for ordinary iron. If you mix in some Wind Breath Sand or Ice Gold, wouldn’t the crafted weapons be even more powerful? Even those big shots in the court would fall to a single strike, wouldn’t they?"

Additionally, Morison often asked him to forge outrageously customized equipment, which normal people couldn’t possibly use, and the difficulty of making them was extremely high.

"Such high-class equipment might just get you sent straight to Hell."

Morison still refused.

The owner, helpless, could only bring out the equipment he had previously customized.

Morison had also upgraded his equipment. The mainland differed from the outer areas, requiring more multi-functional devices, especially considering the need to hijack a train—something that could give him an advantage in the wilderness or dense jungles.

Although the whip blade provided mobility, it couldn’t compare to the Hook. He had customized an Arm Armor capable of launching a Hook, discarding the previous inferior equipment.

These five-barrel guns are really trash, loading is troublesome, they have limited use in battle, and they frequently misfire. Keeping them as backup was enough; they might come in handy for special situations.

Morison also held a double-barreled shotgun. Although it also had the shortcoming of needing to be reloaded after each shot, just like the smoothbore gun,

the double-barrel provided a bit more reassurance. This type of gun was also fitted with shotgun shells which, although they couldn’t penetrate armor built with Magic Rune Construction, could still be harassing, enough for taking out the riff-raff.

Click!

Morison changed the bullets with one hand, a shake and a flick, and in an instant, he had reloaded and closed the gun, and fired a shot skywards, startling everyone around.

"I’ll take all the remaining deer bullets and solo bullets."

Morison felt the grip was good, quite suitable for him. Those smoothbore guns Liszt had scavenged on the ship, each worse than the last, were okay for killing riff-raff, but not even close to piercing Wolman’s armor.

The so-called shotguns were essentially for nobles and wealthy masters to use for hunting.

Deer bullets were another kind of shotgun shells, filled with many small lead pellets for hunting deer.

Solo bullets could be used to take down larger animals like rhinos or elephants.

"Look at this, just look! Brother Sha’s already so fierce, and he’s still improving himself, while you just screw around every day. You’ve had your fun, and now it’s time for some tough work, and here you are still drinking?"

Rein also accompanied Morison out to browse and conveniently purchase some things. A true master always maintains the heart of an apprentice.

Morison loved taking Archer out with him to stir up trouble.

"Damn it, are you out of your mind? I’m just...the alcohol’s even more expensive now, isn’t it?"

Archer, his face flushed and ears swollen from drinking, was putting on an act with forced bravado.

Since he reeked of alcohol, many passersby held their noses as they walked by.

"What are you pinching your nose for? Your wives smell like this too."

Archer laughed mockingly, cursing out the passersby in a manner so aggravating and uncouth that it defied reason.

But there was a terrifying urban legend in Heavenly Port.

One should be wary of the combination of a disfigured face and a drunkard. They were not to be trifled with.

Today, people encountered the legend himself, so they didn’t respond and just swallowed their anger.

"These people truly are 3D," muttered Rein, at a loss for words. The three lows: low education, low intelligence, low quality.

"Don’t say that, I think Archer is sincere. That’s a precious quality, so let him keep it up."

Morison also brought six pirate lackeys from the ship to transport the bullets the shopkeeper had brought out back to the ship.

Since they were setting out tomorrow, all preparations had to be made today.

As the ship gunner, Morison was responsible for all the ship’s armaments. Besides picking up his own things, he also had to buy other items; Liszt had already allocated the funds.

The ten Purple Crystals obtained from Ben could sell for eight hundred Golden Dragons. Each core crew member had several hundred Golden Dragons to their name, more than they could ever spend, so after a vote among them, it was decided to add all eight hundred Golden Dragons to the funds considering the tough job ahead.

The spoils from this great robbery would serve as temporary public funds. After handling New Heavenly Port, they would discuss the distribution of the remainder. Of course, considering the sentiments of the core members, after returning to Heavenly Port, they could also decide on the distribution method by vote.

It was just going through the motions really. Liszt had a tight grasp on everyone’s mind on the ship; even if it came to a vote, everyone would support using the funds for New Heavenly Port.

Once they settled into the castle, that money could multiply to unknowable amounts in a few years.

"I want to upgrade too. Boss, get me a great sword. Brother Ox is gone now, and I’ve got to step up."

Rein was considering his new role as the Second Officer.

Morison was speechless as if Ox had actually died.

"Here’s a good one, one hundred and eighty silver coins, forty pounds. It suits you. Don’t mind the price. It’s mixed with some Wind Breath Sand, insanely sharp and powerful. You won’t be making a loss."

The shopkeeper was pushing a sale.

"I’m a student, can I get it half-price?"

Rein swung the sword, feeling pretty good about it.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, as if the old lady had switched positions, rendering him totally clueless.

"Alright, one hundred and twenty silver coins, I’ll consider you a student then."

Rein took the sword, paid the money, with a bit of arm-twisting. Being the sailor, he also needed to buy some winch oil and various sundries.

"Archer, don’t you need to buy some food as well?"

Morison reminded him.

"Eh, everyone knows Mr. Archer’s a bit slow in the head. General Fen took care of all his responsibilities. When it’s time for the tough job, if he can just stay sober, we’ll all thank Heaven."

Rein left with a few lackeys to purchase goods.

At the Heavenly Port Pier, the Black Sail Pirates were also loading cargo, though they were blissfully unaware of the tough job ahead; when it comes to such affairs, the fewer who knew, the better.

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