Black Sail
Chapter 137: CXXXVII. Red Tree Bay Shore

Chapter 137: CXXXVII. Red Tree Bay Shore

Ethnicity, land, hatred.

Swords and fire, blood and tears.

Never leaving the hot soil of the Southern Country.

It’s hard to say if it’s deserved because, to this day, with the increasing advancement of navigation technology.

This land belongs to anyone, speculators, ambitious people, mercenaries, pirates, adventurers, Aran people.

But it is exclusively not owned by...

The natives.

The next day.

The SS Fuma Keqing Revenge had docked, stationed at the beach of Red Tree Bay Shore, formally entering the area of the Great Wetland.

Strictly speaking, this could not be called a port, lacking essential conditions for trade.

It was just a border town, without a pier, where scattered dozens of ships docked, mostly ferries used to transport passengers, where adventurers and speculators liked to gather.

And the so-called Ministry of Sea Affairs here was purely ornamental, symbolically stopping Liszt just to show their greedy faces.

"What are you doing, if you’re a merchant ship, show your documents."

The Sub-dragon person with tanned skin, smoking a cigarette, almost two meters tall, wearing Chain Armor, with a matchlock gun strapped on his back and a Sword hanging at his waist.

He was clearly the head of the sea affairs staff here, and then seven more Sub-dragon people with guns approached.

The average height of Sub-dragon people was only a bit taller than Human Race, Wolman being large purely because of his astonishing bones; it was impossible to talk about not having a stick for a rebel officer with his size.

Liszt didn’t waste words.

Just after spending twenty silver coins, he obtained docking rights for a week.

"Don’t cause trouble, at least not locally."

The head was unsurprised, the area had become unmanageable, now whichever country’s naval ship came here, he could only lead the way. In such a remote place for landing, seeing that these people were organized, either mercenaries or some garden’s hired thugs, it was better not to provoke them.

The largest export location of hallucinogenic substances in the Western Continent was in the Great Wetland.

Murphys had leased the land to countless foreigners, creating a mess, and beyond controlling, the Sub-dragon people here were quickly becoming second-class citizens.

"No problem."

Liszt casually responded, observing the scenery of the Bay Shore. This place was just a town, not even qualifying as a city, and there were more foreigners than locals.

The coastline was filled with many Red Trees, with green leaves, lush and thriving, only the trunk was brownish-red, thus the name.

This time delving into the Aran mainland, the group couldn’t be too large or too small; counting the core members, fifty people was about right, noticeable enough when gathered together, but could also split into two groups walking not too far apart, using the transmitter got from Caroso and his group, which proved to be helpful.

The rest should just guard the ship well.

Not all pirates on board were useless; during this time Liszt found several capable fighters, including a One-eyed Dragon, a former helmsman of a now-nonexistent Pirate Gang, a green-skinned Beastman who transitioned from a bandit to a pirate, and a Dark Elf, an adventurer who took to the sea, also quite capable of fighting.

However, the platinum blonde-haired One-eyed Dragon was the cleverest and most sensible; Liszt chose to leave the ship in his care.

The Netherworld Stele was carried by Fen personally for anything unexpected, to potentially reverse situations as there was nothing valuable on the ship.

"Here are thirty Golden Dragons, not for you alone, but for all the brothers, make sure to guard the ship well, let no one aboard. Avoid conflicts as much as possible, and wait for our return, at the latest no more than two months, understand?"

Liszt patted the One-eyed Dragon’s shoulder.

"Don’t worry, when Mr. Archer drinks, I’m watching; nothing will go wrong, we won’t say it’s Black Sail, just adventurers with a ship."

The One-eyed Dragon respectfully replied; during these days in Londen City and Heaven Port, he had already witnessed Liszt’s methods.

"There’s no better opportunity than this, seize it tightly, and don’t even talk about being a pirate after this, just living in a manor in Heaven Port and leading a comfortable life running a business will do."

"Alright." Liszt had thought about it and decided it was best to keep a core member, so he left Archer behind. He found Hened, "Senior, lead the way."

The team had already been selected.

The main force, carrying backpacks and weapons, set out together with all the key members, heading to the garden area mentioned by Hened, which was very close to Red Tree Bay Shore and wouldn’t take more than two hours on foot.

It has to be said,

Hened’s influence was extremely effective.

When they arrived at a garden at the foot of a hill, everyone there recognized him, and their reception was immediately elevated.

The fifty people from Black Sail were instantly treated as VIPs.

This garden area specialized in herbs that skirted the edge of legality, which could be used as raw materials for anesthetic tablets and liquids in New Pharmacology, among other purposes.

Although the buildings here were all wooden bungalows, they were quite spacious.

All the pirates were invited for a big feast, while Hened and the Black Sail leaders were taken by the local underlings to meet the boss.

Among the groups of bungalows was a stone-built high-rise villa, exquisitely beautiful, with colorful tiles and glass embellishments on the external walls, clearly indicating where the owner lived, and of course, there was a fountain at the door which seemed to be a status symbol for the wealthy in this world.

"This little house is built, tsk tsk."

Rein quite appreciated this style.

"Starting now, shut up for half an hour."

Liszt ordered Rein to be silent. They were engaging in a big business deal now, and they shouldn’t act like street thugs. They were currently Hened’s friends and shouldn’t lose face.

Upon entering the villa, the group was invited to wait in a spacious reception room, which was furnished with high-end furniture, and the walls were adorned with pretentious scenic oil paintings.

In less than two minutes,

when it was announced that Hened had arrived, the owner of the place hurried over.

Liszt was surprised, as it wasn’t some fierce-looking old man, but a woman in her fifties wearing leather armor, with slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, a scar on her lip, and signs of age, yet it was apparent she had been beautiful when younger.

Mika already knew what was happening and that it definitely involved an old flame of Hened’s.

"What a rare visitor."

Although the scar-faced woman spoke mockingly, her expression betrayed her, pretending to yawn and dabbing at the corner of her eye.

"I just came to ask for a favor, my friend; he wants to go to Aran, and you’re here smuggling herbs, let a few who know the way take them there, that’s all this trifle is about."

Hened was still as breezy and arrogant as ever, though his day was fading, he had once been a prominent figure in the underworld.

The scar-faced woman didn’t agree immediately but scanned the Black Sail members, their faces seemed familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere.

What Rein hadn’t expected was that Liszt, who had told him not to speak frivolously, couldn’t contain himself when he heard cursing.

Liszt noticed a follower of the scar-faced woman, dark-haired, dark-eyed, yellow-skinned, and the more he looked, the more something felt off.

The feeling was mutual.

"I really fucked up! It’s you, this son of a bitch!"

Liszt stood up, his eyes wide open, speaking in his hometown dialect—he had recognized him.

At first, the follower hesitated, but when Liszt spoke, his mind went blank, in disbelief.

"Li... Liszt!"

The other side was also shocked, speaking in their hometown dialect.

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