Black Sail
Chapter 150: CL. Water Pavilion Autumn Moon

Chapter 150: CL. Water Pavilion Autumn Moon

Water Pavilion Autumn Moon was a mid-to-high-end venue.

Upon seeing Liszt and his large group of companions, the doorman immediately became uneasy. Even if they weren’t there to cause trouble, judging by their cracked leather armor attire, they appeared financially incapable.

He stopped Liszt from entering.

"We operate a VIP system here; unrelated persons, please leave."

The doorman took a strong stance, and his tone was quite aggressive.

These pirates were accustomed to dominating and overpowering others. Not only did they not shy away when challenged, but they also dared to kill someone on the street by stabbing them in the stomach.

Morison laughed, suggesting that inland people didn’t know the meaning of "death," living in a greenhouse, unaware that this world operated purely on the basis of ability.

Guys, they weren’t intimidated by the Emperor or Duguli’s guards.

A double-barreled shotgun was already poking out from under the cloak.

"I’ll give you another chance to organize your language."

Morison said calmly.

The two doormen’s legs went weak with fright. When did Duguli have such people? They immediately trembled and couldn’t stand steadily, looking rather large and well-trained, but it was all for show, as they scrambled back.

Liszt said nothing, still trying to keep a low profile as he entered the club with over twenty people.

Inside, it was indeed a different world. The interior decoration was impeccable, with antique cultural brick-stone background walls, paired with various wrought-iron elements.

The so-called "water pavilion" centered around an ornamental pond used as a product feature—the main hall contained a large square water pond with carefully cultivated aquatic plants and ornamental fish swimming around.

This venue obviously also featured "cultural performances."

Although it wasn’t like the heavy equipment made of cages and steel pipes at Heaven Port, this place emphasized elegance. There were musicians providing accompaniment on the stage, and a dancing lady performed solo.

She was dressed as a dancer from the Green Oasis Country Wadina, wearing only a purple tube top and a diagonally-worn short skirt made of thin fabric. Her wrists and ankles were adorned with dazzling jewelry; her headscarf fluttered as she danced, and her full-body jewelry chimed melodiously. Her figure and face were flawless, and she was extremely sexy.

She was professionally trained in dance. Compared to those outside who could only wiggle their hips, this was what you called a professional.

The pirates, who had never seen such a spectacle before and were used to seeing cheap women, now encountered a goddess. They rose in respect.

There were also many other guests in the hall.

The operating model here was similar to a business KTV. In the main hall, you could watch the performances with booth and private compartment options. It was possible to order good wine and dishes or to invite a princess to join for drinks.

While entertaining, the princess wouldn’t have to leave to perform outside. On the second floor, a VIP room provided private "dance" performances.

Eat, entertain, and stay—all in one place.

The two doormen had already returned with the manager.

It must be said that getting to the manager position meant being a charismatic talker.

"So many guests, our small venue is rather full, only some front-row seats are left. I myself cannot enjoy this privilege, as these are reserved for the city’s wealthy nobles. What do you think?"

That’s what you call professionalism.

The manager placed himself among the common folk while elevating the position of the noble masters. Ordinary people naturally couldn’t compare and had to measure their status.

Yet, he still maintained his posture, one hand behind his back, the other hand on his chest, his tone neither groveling nor overbearing, with a light smile on his face. He also signaled another doorman to bring more staff from the back.

Liszt thought it better to keep a low profile. They still had to rush to Yunxi City after finishing up here.

"Those from Aran always create problems. Do I look like someone who lacks money?"

Liszt opened his money bag, revealing no less than fifty Golden Dragons gleaming inside.

"This way, gentlemen!" The manager’s face was beaming, as his performance for the day was shooting up.

"I still preferred your earlier defiant appearance; let’s go back to that."

Liszt said nonchalantly.

The manager coughed a few times, regained his composure, and directed the servers to attend to the numerous guests.

Liszt told his men to enjoy themselves and went to sit down; he and his core group had matters to discuss.

The twenty or so pirates, who had never experienced such luxury, eagerly took their seats. The manager also called over a row of captivating princesses for them to choose from freely; even the menu was flipped to the most expensive page.

"This is definitely heading to Hell!"

"After tonight, we’re all dead."

"Torture the guts out."

Under the lead of the ship gunner, all these pirates had been assimilated.

Liszt didn’t care how crazy these pirates were; after a period of time of looting, it would definitely be perilous, and people were sure to die. Enjoying himself in the moment seemed like a good idea.

Four core members also found front row seats and sat down.

The sofas were quite comfortable, quite close to the stage, and the environment was elegant.

Still, it was essential to eat and keep their lives hanging by a thread. Liszt flipped through the menu, ordered some dishes, and also called for some wine.

The manager also summoned the highest-ranking princess in the place, and they lined up in front of the four, each holding a handbag, dressed lightly, in the prime of youth, with slim figures and delicate faces.

Although Liszt had no intention of ordering, he still asked about the prices, to have an idea for settling the bill the next day.

"The price for accompanying drinks for cheering here is five silver coins, and if you go upstairs, depending on the service, it ranges from twenty to..."

The manager hadn’t finished speaking.

"Alright, stop there."

Liszt guessed that at most, these people would spend about twenty to thirty gold Dragons and, having come already, couldn’t be sure of his own life anyway, so he let loose.

Swan shook his head, indicating he wasn’t interested.

Mika immediately grabbed the two prettiest ones and embraced them from both sides.

Liszt had no interest either; the Human Rights Card external brain had walked away, and he had to take it easy.

"Call that one on the stage down."

Morison, ruthless and not much of a talker, had set his sights on the best one there, dressed as a dancing lady from the Oasis Country.

"Oh, that... this dancer is employed just for performances here."

The manager was somewhat troubled.

Morison, who was not short of money, having earned a lot from big jobs in Londen City and savings from before, enough even to buy a house in the Imperial Diocese, straightforwardly tossed out five gold pieces.

"Call her down."

Morison said calmly.

The manager was dumbfounded, wondering where this ultimate spender came from. Not even the city’s Baron dared to behave like this. Moreover, the dancer indeed did not engage in other types of business; she was merely a resident performer, meant to boost the place’s class.

Morison threw out another five gold pieces.

"I’ll go talk to her."

The manager’s mind was spinning, perhaps thinking it was some newly prominent Honorable-level Adventure Group that had accomplished some great feat, overly extravagant.

Immediately, the dancer on stage was switched, letting other performers substitute.

The dancer, hearing of the ten gold pieces offer, was speechless. What kind of lunatic was this, as if the money had been blown in by the wind? With a bit more, she could buy a cottage on the edge of the city and settle down; why such reckless spending?

She indeed was tempted.

But... she didn’t accompany for drinks; she had her sights set on an art exhibition the day after tomorrow, planning to connect with a noble in here, a high-end thief planning to steal something.

Not affiliated with the Thief Guild, she was working independently.

Morison felt like cursing; gold made, silver made, yet she was still putting on airs.

After a discussion with the dancer, just accompanying for drinks, and with an 80/20 split with the club, she would take 80%.

The dancer swallowed hard. Eight gold pieces just for accompanying drinks?

She tiptoed her way over, fittingly nervous. Morison patted the seat next to him, inviting her to sit.

Meanwhile,

Outside Water Pavilion Autumn Moon,

Gawain and a frequently contacted adventurer, both equipped with spiritual ability tools, a Compass, which was designed to mark each other’s location.

Convenient for meeting up at a designated location.

It was the same kind of tool Caroso and Goria had used.

He looked at the compass’s needle.

"Is Sister Meredith coming soon?"

"Uh-huh, she’s the fastest to arrive, quite close by, and another is nearing soon."