Black Sail
Chapter 171: CLXXI. Training Master

Chapter 171: CLXXI. Training Master

However, something eerie happened.

The Dancing Lady surprisingly didn’t die, lying paralyzed on the ground while her mouth was still moving, vomiting fresh blood.

Following that, from other parts of her body, a creepy life-form, much like a spider in appearance and completely black, crawled through the penetrated hole in her abdomen. It had been residing within her.

It only looked like a spider.

They began to produce silk, but this silk was extraordinary, forming organs and skin. In less than ten seconds, the torn hole healed completely.

"Ghost!"

Shadi was genuinely frightened, thinking of the Cult followers that Fen mentioned earlier. It was too ominous, unclean. He hastily retreated several steps.

Mika blinked, also somewhat dumbfounded by this ominous occurrence and lost all interest, feeling the unresolved spirits linger.

The Dancing Lady hurriedly got up. What was this Magician’s background that he could see through her identity? Now she couldn’t even think about returning to Ji Weng, to be taken as a tool for an arranged marriage seemed unlikely.

She should have just gone to prison; luck was really against her, this was her last chance!

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately stood up and tried to escape.

Morison wouldn’t give her that chance, launching the hook from his left arm, precisely hitting her ankle and nailing it to the floor.

Suddenly restrained, the Dancing Lady tumbled once more, falling to the ground, her face ashen, knowing she was helpless.

"You really found something valuable, this is... a container for the Miracle of Suffering."

Fen knew his intuition was right.

He was an atheist.

He acknowledged no God, nor the so-called supreme will.

A god is defined as an ultimate entity, an unimaginably grand concept, not some personified powerful life form.

If God is merely a personified powerful individual.

Then Fen might as well claim, he himself was God.

The fluctuations inside her body belonged to the Miracle of Suffering and were not from this dimension, a type of evil parasite.

Claude showed strong leadership qualities, instructing the pirates in the room not to panic, stating this kind of situation was normal, and he immediately had two pirates tightly tie her up with hemp rope.

Indeed, there was something sinister about this woman.

But pirates are desperados, and they bravely faced even the ghosts—what spirits they have. If they get vicious, not to mention ominous beings, they would even smash the Mother of All Mother’s skull and turn it into a bowl.

They quickly went over and securely bound the Dancing Lady.

"What did you just say?"

Liszt was overjoyed, not unjustly calling Fen, General Fen. He found the weak point of Black Sail, captured the critical path, connected the ecological loop, explored the potential value of the product, and refined and transmitted the logic.

So, the hidden mission was activated again?

But the Miracle of Suffering... Damn, it doesn’t sound auspicious at all.

"Yes, the Miracle of Suffering has been trying to bring the ’supreme will’ back to the Western Continent. Their original experience is modeled after the Mother of All Mother, so they capture many women, using them as containers for the miracle, each cultivated with immense effort. These containers have exceedingly long lifespans and unique constitutions. For each container, they prepare an arduous cultivation, in various forms, be it through suffering, devotion, or perseverance, all set standards, until their souls can directly confront the supreme will, then the miracle will ensue, and everyone through this ascetic practice can become a saint."

Fen revealed the secret of the Miracle of Suffering, although he is not a professional historian, he had some knowledge of history.

"Is it that terrifying?" Liszt was greatly shocked. This Dancing Lady actually had such a significant background, "If she has such an origin, why resort to stealing?"

Liszt couldn’t figure it out; could it be that she was running away from home?

"This I do not know. Normally, they are well protected by the Miracle of Suffering, even if they go out, they are guarded by fanatics in secret. Including most religions like the Holy Spirit Church and the Eternal Sect within the Judgement Court, these containers are level 1 targets because they truly pose a far-reaching threat like witches."

Fen said calmly.

"Damn scary indeed, a bona fide witch you could say, how about we just burn her at the stake, cleansing the filth as well."

Shadi suggested this; as a Dark Elf with many Evil Mages among his kin, he understood the danger, whichever was more outrageous.

The sort of magician from that cult was the epitome of darkness and madness, resonating with Death itself,

"No."

Fen shook his head, scanning the faces around him, some unfamiliar, along with Claude, unable to speak about the stele.

He was extremely wary of the stele, fearful of backlash, and had never used it to this day.

However, holding this fragment, it must one day be assembled completely; he needed to find a sacrifice to attempt a test.

Fen’s spell.

When the Senluo Death Technique was unleashed, it even allowed him to control the limbs of a living person, like a puppet on strings, using the stele as a medium might not work, but using an intermediate medium might.

Backlash would be reduced, and this woman was an excellent choice.

"She is a very good medium."

Fen said to Liszt, adding that besides being a medium, this type of container also held great value, and must be thoroughly interrogated about what else she is capable of, as well as uncovering her background and history.

Fen wasn’t wholly knowledgeable about the Miracle of Suffering, and needed to learn more.

"To think she’s a container for the Miracle of Suffering means, she’s that cult’s Holy Daughter, if we captured her, the Miracle of Suffering coming after us wouldn’t be easy to handle."

Gawain interjected suddenly, forced into this predicament, considering his own safety.

He had once killed a madman from the Miracle of Suffering in the Great Wetland.

It was utterly terrifying.

After the Great Curved Sword had bisected the man, he seemed to feel no pain at all, his legs still twitching from nerve transmissions, and his severed upper body still dragging itself across the ground, like a ghost, he stabbed his own calf with a dagger before he finally lost strength and died.

His frozen expression carried no fear or hesitation, only a bizarre tenacity.

Liszt was pleased, the guy was mentally prepared, highly aware; by now, those two pirates should have transported his brother back, becoming even more determined.

Fen chuckled twice and did not reply, the more lice one has, the less itchy they are, with enemies everywhere from Black Sail, the Thief Guild likely sending people again soon, along with Aran and Heaven Port, and the Eternal Sect, another cult wouldn’t make a difference.

"What do we do now?"

Claude efficiently helped the Dancing Lady remove the hook from her ankle, blood splattered, waiting for Liszt’s decision.

"Is there a cellar here? Just keep her in the basement for a while, give her a couple of hours to think about what she wants to confess. If she really can’t think of anything, we’ll have to invite her... to the Million Questions at Heaven Port!"

Liszt spoke gravely.

Old Rein, the all-powerful sage, brilliant in three moves, devouring the heavens, such a beautiful woman, it is a pity she’ll likely lose some teeth.

"Damn it... I’ll say everything, alright."

The Dancing Lady started to tremble.

As they were mentioning Rein, he pushed the door open and returned.

"You don’t want to talk; you’re afraid of pain. Slave girl Sylvie, activate!"

Rein had heard such explosive words from outside, he was itching to act, never having tortured a woman before, today was the day to cruelly crush a flower.

"We can’t just ’activate’ this!"

Shadi commented weakly.

"God damn slave girl!"

Liszt looked at Rein who had just entered, like a vagabond, a stench spreading from him, "Take a bath, will you? You know she’s a cult member, right?"

"Whether it’s in fire, soil, the forest, or under that girl’s dress, the goal is... Slave girl training master!"

Sylvie.

Getto Daze!

Rein fiddled with the non-existent brim of his duckbill cap.