Black Sail
Chapter 151: CLI. Dancing Lady

Chapter 151: CLI. Dancing Lady

Inside the Water Pavilion Autumn Moon.

The lights were soft and alluring, and the atmosphere was ambiguously warm.

Fine wines and dishes were served in abundance.

It triggered a series of swift actions.

Mika won the dice game, followed by a toast and a smooth swipe of benefits, as fluid as flowing clouds.

The warm-up speed defeated ninety-nine percent of Aran’s users.

There was a change of performers on stage, but compared to the person sitting next to Morison, the quality had obviously dropped, sluggish and neither graceful nor powerful.

So-called dance appreciation does not require much sophistication; if the coordinated movements of the body and steps intuitively convey beauty, that is wonderful.

Of course, there is also the option of taking a different approach, starting from the sexual visual impact, a Craig Halls show.

But no one cared about what was being performed on stage; in the wooden-partitioned private rooms, all guests were thoroughly enjoying themselves, having eaten their fill before heading upstairs.

Liszt pondered how to entrap the Bounty Hunters and take their Oath of Loyalty, employing both kindness and severity. As long as there was blood on your hands, you would have no choice but to choose a platform, and Black Sail was just perfect.

An excellent idea burst forth in Liszt’s mind.

Why not kidnap Mr. Sefer and frame them for it?

At Heaven Port, that man named Ben used the Disguise Technique; even Dark Elves were turned into Lostra people, which inspired Liszt. He quickly asked Swan if he could do it.

"Of course, I can. It’s just that I carry limited materials with me. Humans, however, can be easily disguised."

Swan did not understand Liszt’s intentions.

As a professional, he was very familiar with this compulsory course: special clay mimicking skin texture, dyeing agents, and potions to change eye color.

Not just disguising; given enough materials, even races could be changed.

If this were Earth, he’d be a top Hollywood makeup artist.

"Awesome! Brother!"

Liszt patted Swan on the shoulder. Such top-end talent indeed; no wonder Diaz did so well, these talents were too agile, turning mud into the extreme, which is a kind of strength itself.

He had made up his mind, subdued the Bounty Hunters and their companions, his brothers disguised as them, no more pretense, directly and forcefully dragged away Mr. Sefer while also shedding some blood.

Their families were also brought to live safely on the island.

Why worry about not making it onto the ship?

The dancing lady sat next to Morison, feeling uncomfortable all over. This man did not speak, only focusing on showing off his food, it was too torturous, right? She had to sit for at least half an hour; otherwise, people who had paid a high price would definitely not be happy.

"How much to go upstairs?"

Morison finished a glass of wine and began explosively as if his words were as fast as his knife.

"This..."

The dancing lady’s mind went blank; what kind of start was this? Even though she was now accompanying him to drink, she still had her dignity, right?

These four men clearly belonged to the Triad Gang, and in face of huge money, it was not good to show discontent, so she coughed twice.

"I haven’t done it before. It’s just that you’re generous, and I wanted to see which hero you are."

The dancing lady knew she had to let him take some liberties; otherwise, so much money would be hard to justify, even if it meant giving him a discount, his disfigured face did not look too bad on the right half.

She had a mental struggle and directly hooked Morison’s arm, rubbing her chest against him, planning to consider it done after three rounds of drinks.

However, this man’s elbow felt like it contained some mechanized metal, quite uncomfortable.

Morison tapped the table with his fingers, making the dancing lady pour him a drink.

He noticed how exposed this woman was; aside from sensitive military bases, she was an open book.

His understanding of human anatomy to the extent it was hair-raising, especially in training traces; this woman was not just a simple dancing lady. Although he did not know how her Fighting Technique was, she was definitely intensively trained.

Possibly some kind of female Thief, not related to the Thief Guild, but more likely into deceiving and tricking, the type that kills a man during a moment in bed.

Morison liked such wild yet coquettish women pretending to be innocent; other types seemed subpar to him.

"And with how many people have you been?"

Morison again made an explosive statement; if it was over a hundred, he was somewhat apprehensive.

"Huh?"

The dancing lady’s eyelid twitched; is this really how you talk?

Mika was taken aback, indeed worthy of being called Brother Sha, easily doing what we couldn’t.

"I’m bored, I’m not playing anymore."

The Dancing lady tossed down ten Golden Dragons and got up to leave.

But Morison tightly grasped her wrist, causing her pain.

"Let go, I’m going to scream."

The Dancing lady frowned slightly, her tone filled with annoyance.

Meanwhile,

outside the Water Pavilion Autumn Moon,

it had completely darkened.

According to the compass, the friend Gawain had called was already here, a Heroic Level adventurer, killing a few pirates and a bunch of lackeys was not a problem.

However, it was best to leave one alive to inquire about the situation in Yunxi City, that big shipment worth three thousand Golden Dragons should wait until everyone was assembled before slaughtering.

"Sister Meredith!"

Lu flapped her wings joyously, standing on a female adventurer.

The woman called Meredith was tall, about 1.82 meters, and even dressed in purple and black armor, she looked graceful. She had a double-edged battle axe on her back nearly as tall as herself, the double blades alone were two feet wide, extremely exaggerated and heavier than the woman herself, weighing over a hundred pounds—definitely not a weapon for ordinary people.

As a Demon Swordsman, she wore a Spear Sword on her waist that seemed more like a Riding Spear than a normal sword.

She had long black hair, a deep scar was under her right eye, which was covered with a black thorn tattoo. Her features were cold and aloof, naturally charming even without makeup, but her listless eyes ruined it, while she smoked a cigarette.

"You little girl, you’ve been quite a burden to Gawain, haven’t you?"

Meredith scratched Lu’s chin with her fingertip, and Lu enjoyed it immensely, grinning broadly.

"It should be Miss Lu who takes care of Gawain, without me, he would have died in the Great Wetland long ago."

Lu stood barefoot on the Magic Rune Constructed armor, feeling a bit chilly underfoot, but being able to see Meredith made it alright.

"I don’t think we need to wait for that big dumb guy. I can handle it alone, less money to share. Your condition doesn’t look very good, you probably only have the strength of a Gold Level at the moment. Are they in that brothel at the end of the alley?"

Meredith glanced at Gawain’s dark circles under his eyes, probably hadn’t slept properly for several days.

"That’s right, there are three people inside, adding up to five hundred Golden Dragons."

Gawain mentioned three people because Swan wasn’t wanted by the Cross Alliance, only unilaterally pursued by the Thief Guild.

"I’m going in."

Meredith threw her cigarette on the ground, crushed it with her steel boots, removed the double-edged axe from her back, and prepared to have a blast.

"No, we need a plan. They’re in there visiting prostitutes. Let’s wait until they go upstairs, then it won’t be late. Pretend to be a prostitute offering a special service, catch them by surprise, and wait for the big dumb guy too."

Gawain suggested, wanting to use all his might even for a simple task to avoid any mishaps.

"Are you really not understanding me, or are you just playing dumb?"

Meredith lit another cigarette and exhaled all the smoke onto Gawain’s face.

Gawain was speechless.

Trivia: a small portion of high-ranking female adventurers are in the contact directory.

And eighty percent of these are transgender.

Strong-willed women with superior combat skills usually wouldn’t become adventurers; they would enter the court instead, where stability and establishment are priorities.

Armies for external warfare wouldn’t recruit women; letting women fight was seen as a weak and shameful spectacle for a nation.

But they could still contribute to the internal security, with the best place being the Constitutional Guard.

However, in the Western Continent, homosexuality was taboo and punishable, although not to the extent of stoning, but reputations could be ruined.

Within the court, they would inevitably face religious and conventional restrictions, thus choosing to be adventurers was a way to escape and fulfill themselves.

"Of course, I know, and with the situation as it is, I can only trouble you."

Gawain still insisted, Meredith’s caliber was such that she could have been on the guild’s annual goddess list, but she loathed cooperating with the guild and didn’t want to be manipulated, so it ended without further developments, luring a few pirates was a piece of cake for her.

Meredith took a deep drag of her cigarette; interacting with men made her uncomfortable, almost to the point of disgust akin to men holding hands.

"No."

Meredith snuffed out her cigarette, grabbed her axe, and walked toward the entrance.

"Damn it..."

Gawain quickly asked Lu to persuade her not to do anything rash.