Black Sail
Chapter 160: CLX. Art Exhibition

Chapter 160: CLX. Art Exhibition

The next day.

Cast Province, the Capital, Duguli City.

Slum hostel, 8 AM.

"Incredible, just incredible, they look exactly the same."

Liszt looked at "Gawain" and "Weber," they were carved out of the same mold.

Swan’s skills should definitely be used in a brothel, touch up some shoddy goods, and their value would skyrocket.

"Being this handsome should be illegal."

Morison looked at the full-length mirror, he had to use this appearance for some good deeds, not for killing or arson, that would be unthinkable.

Weber No. 2 was a muscular pirate, he pinched his face and marveled at it.

"It’s time to go, let’s meet Mr. Sefer."

Liszt shook his neck, producing a crisp sound of bones, he took Ben’s five Purple Crystals worth four hundred Golden Dragons, which would be required to verify assets to enter the auction.

The cursed feudal nobles must be kidnapped!

Justice in the human world is full of vicissitudes!

Ten minutes later.

The group hailed a taxi on the main road to go to the city’s art exhibition.

Meredith looked at "Gawain" and "Weber," as if struck by lightning, stunned.

Not only because of the exquisite craftsmanship.

Liszt’s intentions were dangerously sinister, yesterday’s communication was just a verbal agreement, Liszt planned to fully drag Gawain and the others under the water.

Lu followed Meredith, hiding in her pocket, a part of the agreement, otherwise she would have run away and Liszt would have killed her.

The elf was also filled with a myriad of grievances, but couldn’t show it, Gawain and Weber, both were victims of this bearded man.

"Can you manage without weapons for this event?"

Liszt asked Morison.

The art exhibition was not a place for fighting, with security checks, they would inspect you for knives and swords, the place was filled with precious artifacts, who would be accountable if anything happened?

Of course, the Knight Master as a noble, could wear a sword.

Commoners couldn’t even carry a dagger.

"No worries, this will be enough."

Morison had stripped all his heavy gear, ready in a no-burden state, he took out a foldable knife used for cutting fruits from the inner pocket of his clothes.

This kind of thing wouldn’t raise questions, it was the size of a fingertip, almost useful for shaving.

Swan, carrying two daggers, stated that he had a way to get through the security, also a thief’s essential skill, continuously shifting the position of the daggers during a search could do the trick.

As long as one had the sleight of hand of a cheater, it wasn’t a difficult task, sedatives were also ready.

Liszt nodded approvingly, now that was professionalism.

As for Weber No. 2, there wasn’t much hope that this pirate would do anything, just keep quiet and follow the plan.

"Sis Lu, if there’s any danger later, we’re all relying on you."

Liszt told Lu, this creature would be undetectable, she could perform magic techniques without carrying any weapons.

Lu remained silent, not replying, she already detested these people deeply.

Liszt surely knew it, but it was just a matter of time, celebrating a new year together would solve any issues.

Duguli City was quite large.

Even the swift-footed Land Bird took about forty minutes to arrive at the destination.

The street lined with tall buildings was crowded with people coming to the exhibition, quite lively, but with access limits it wasn’t overly crowded, everything was proceeding orderly under the organizer’s plan, two rows of stern plate armor soldiers holding long spears were quite intimidating, the steel shone dazzlingly under the sunlight.

Taxis could only stop at the intersection, the main thoroughfare of the exhibition hall was blocked, and they had to walk.

The group got out of the car, looking at the exhibition hall’s building exterior, extremely exquisite by design, intended from the very beginning to organize exhibitions, beauty the foremost priority.

It was a large-scale, non-typical, irregularly shaped, avant-garde building, styled a bit deconstructivist, extensively utilizing Magic Energy Materials, making its crystalline single-transparent glass curtain wall opulently like a meticulously crafted gemstone, yet its brilliance was restrained, understated luxury with depth, high-end and classy.

With steel frame supports around the sides of the exhibition area, there was also a pool of cold, clear water reflecting the blue sky and the architecture, exhibiting the symmetrical, mirror-image beauty to an extreme degree.

Damn this return to simplicity, it’s reached the ultimate level.

The crowd here for the exhibition, rubbing shoulders with each other, were all dressed in flashy clothes; everyone was wearing the most expensive outfit they owned, stylish or not, just to show off.

For the general public, an art exhibition is just a place to pose; how many really understand art?

This was the general mindset of the ordinary people who won the slots to attend.

Art professionals from Duguli City and students from high-level institutions were also present.

Their fashion sense was not bad.

But watching these people, Liszt felt as if he was in another world, completely cut off from the style of East Coast Heavenly Port; the textile technology here had reached a certain height, and the concept of fashion design had been established.

Some dressed in connotation-driven, light-colored, elegant coats with belts and deer hunting hats, others in dopamine-inducing, high-contrast, brightly colored outfits.

Liszt thought the art here was still pretty decent; if it had been the fashion design back home, those in the fashion shows looked like idiots, too abstract, purely for show.

Liszt only watched lingerie shows.

"So many people."

Weber No.2 uttered a plain exclamation.

"Starting now, don’t open your mouth again; you’ll make us look like hillbillies in the city."

Liszt was speechless.

Black Sail and his group were just dressed in casual wear. Meredith, the strong type, would never wear a dress; her attire was completely masculinized with even three buttons of her shirt undone, not caring at all.

Liszt furrowed his brow in thought; the cleavage was quite deep, deeper than Goria’s, though he had never seen Goria’s real deal; the rough comparison was stronger.

They made their way through the noisy crowd, and at the entrance, they still had to check their tickets.

Liszt paced the spot in utter irritation, letting Swan and others line up, not because he was nervous.

It was just that Liszt hadn’t stood in a line for ten years.

He had always been one to push to the front, why bother with this effort?

After a torturous twenty minutes,

It was finally Liszt and his group’s turn to enter; he felt as if a year had passed, it was too agonizing, these queueing people each maintaining their dignified posture, their steps and manner meticulous.

Who are you kidding? Such dilly-dallying.

Finally, according to the plan, they smoothly entered the public exhibition area.

When Swan was inspected, he successfully smuggled in two daggers and sedatives.

As for Morison’s foldable knife, meant for cutting fruits, the security personnel didn’t even take a second look; the patrolling gunmen in the exhibition could take them out with one shot, what’s there to say?

The other four including Lu were all empty-handed.

Except for Liszt, as he had built-in weapons that could pop out from his palm anytime.

The public exhibition area was huge, with several main halls and many side halls divided according to the types of exhibits; it would take a whole morning just to have a brief look at everything.

The exhibits here were not for sale, intended purely for artistic exchange.

Liszt had a quick look around; indeed, there were many fantastic items. He couldn’t really tell their worth, but the stele beneath each item had colored inscriptions telling stories of the object’s history and origin.

But Liszt was more interested in the many female university students who brought sketchpads to draw; damn, these vibrant, youthful, art-engaged girls were just too thrilling.

If he were to reincarnate as a male university student, wouldn’t he just stir up lots of trouble?

Too bad he came here, soul and all; let alone a university student, he couldn’t even be a normal person.

Paintings and sculptures took up a significant portion, with many other miscellaneous items, like vessels, manuscripts, weapons used by famous individuals, and even damn... the bones of extinct Magic Beasts, making the whole place damn eerie.

As the group wandered around, looking here and there and following signs to the private exhibition area,

They arrived at the legendary display of the "Acania Travelogue" original manuscript, but it was packed with people, incredibly crowded.

"Look at these hillbillies ogling."

Liszt scorned.

"But why are you already squeezed into the front row?"

Swan commented weakly.

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