Black Sail
Chapter 174: CLXXIV. Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 174: CLXXIV. Unexpected Visitor

Liszt then asked Sharon about the "Dragon Lord’s True Prophecy."

Put aside the shocking incident of divine manifestation and resurrection.

Even the "Holy Daughter" from the Miracle of Suffering wasn’t considered dead, she just had a fatal injury but wasn’t completely dead, as some strange entity residing within her healed her.

But Marcus was completely dead.

He felt it strange, if what Sharon said was true, Marcus would have come looking for them soon, but nearly two months had passed without any news.

This was even more terrifying.

"Dragon Lord’s True Prophecy."

It hid some ultimate secret, for the Eternal Sect to completely neglect Fafna and set everything aside, using all their strength to prepare for that event.

"With my position, I can’t access such matters, but there are more and more people from the Judgement Court, those priests, clad in heavy armor, looking like canned goods."

Sharon was utterly candid.

"I see."

Liszt took a deep drag of his cigarette; invisible undercurrents surged throughout the Western Continent—nations, religions, the underworld—all were on the brink of chaos.

The Holy Daughter of the Miracle of Suffering, huh.

Would it herald a repeat of the situation from 1800 years ago?

However, there was nothing to fear.

Liszt turned serious.

"I understand now and know what to do."

Liszt chose his words carefully.

"Do what?"

When Sharon had first entered the farm, she saw Liszt’s dozens of pirates; not to mention the many core members on the first floor—each of them a tough character. He had brought his men to Aran for a purpose.

"I will overthrow the Pope, and at that moment, at the highest point of the Imperial City Cathedral in Aran, I will make your toes cramp."

Liszt spoke solemnly, knowing Sharon’s physical reactions at her peak—her toes would cramp.

Despite being a clergy for many years, Sharon’s reason completely dissolved at this moment, her cheeks flushed red. What a show-off this guy was, not caring about the Dragon Lord anymore.

"Practice! Now."

Sharon, known as the War Goddess of the Ferris Wheel, not just for show, instantly straddled Liszt’s lap; her breath hot, exhaling fragrantly, the curve of her chest clad in a knitted sweater rising and falling rapidly.

"Isn’t your husband, the Dragon Lord, watching?"

Liszt was greatly shocked.

"Don’t you know you killed him? What kind of pirate are you?"

Sharon dropped the bombshell.

Liszt was speechless.

Sharon, having handled matters by herself for years, posed a huge challenge to Liszt.

"Is that so... then let me make up for the past ten years to you now!"

Liszt intensified his actions.

The hot skin, dripping sweat, strands of light golden hair scattered messily across her face.

The atmosphere in the room went from sensual to... one could even say frenzied.

"Where did you learn all this from..."

"No-man’s land."

At this very moment,

Within Aran,

In Cast Province, Duguli, inside a pastry shop.

The environment was neat and clean, typical of the beverage shops scattered throughout the large city of Duguli.

"King..."

Before Grim could finish,

"Don’t call me that when we’re outside; keep it low-key, understand? You’d better not talk at all. My teacher once said, ’Of all the virtues, silence is preferred. It not only helps hide one’s own shortcomings but also reveals the flaws of others.’"

Alanee bit her paper straw. The fruit drinks here in Duguli were really good.

She was dressed very appropriately: her hair a stunning mix of silver and pale gold, her eyes a rare shade of amber, and her skin as pale and delicate as snow. Her fingers, holding the cup, were slender and elegant. Although her clothes were simple and plain, they took on an air of richness on her, the black dress with straps slit up to mid-thigh, and a pair of black heels.

She had a particular fondness for black.

Her overall demeanor exuded an extraordinary nobility, far surpassing even that of a typical noble heiress.

Her knight follower, however, presented a completely different picture.

This man, about 2.2 meters tall, had a terrifyingly large bow strapped to his back. Even his height was intimidating, but the heavily worn, silver-colored gigantic bow, slanting across his back at three meters long, was clearly not made for any human.

Beside him, if you could call it that, was a quiver containing "arrows" that were each two-meter-long spears.

He wore no armor, just ordinary casual clothes with a circle of stitched scars around his neck—probably over two hundred stitches—frighteningly glaring as if he had been decapitated.

In his prime, with short, spike-like black hair and hawk-like sharp eyes holding deep coldness.

His hands, stained with too many lives, naturally emitted a scent of blood—not an aura perceivable by ordinary people but only recognizable by those similarly steeped in life-taking on the streets.

A Gold Level adventurer in the shop glanced at Grim, feeling as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were crashing toward him, instantly losing his appetite.

Alanee admonished,

Grim dared not retort but fell silent, obedient.

Even if Alanee told him to die, he would have to comply.

"Ah, only the first sip is good. It loses its appeal after a few more."

Alanee sighed deeply, bored; even school seemed better.

Given her status, pursuing an education at a high-level institution seemed ridiculous. Her teacher was a peerless figure of the age, the leading figure of the Warlock Council and the Tower Alliance, known as the Magic King.

It was just over a month to the year’s end, so after the break, Alanee returned to Aran.

"Here, you drink it. Wasting food is not a good habit."

Alanee pushed the barely touched fruit drink toward Grim.

Grim bowed his head in silence, his life of much value, daring not to presume or defile.

"Really, you’re too boring. Why are you such a mute? With all your talent, shouldn’t you be... cooler or something?"

Alanee felt everything was insipid, instructing Grim to buy her a newspaper to see if there was any news.

Grim dared not leave Alanee’s side by even a step; even a thousand lost heads would not make up for the slightest mistake.

"I’m sorry, I can’t leave."

Grim was sparing with his words.

Alanee was nearly driven mad, utterly defeated, slumping over the table, and summoned another servant to fetch a newspaper.

Besides Grim, there were other servants attending to miscellaneous tasks, but she preferred ordering Grim around—besides being a bit mute, he was good in every other way, an omnipotent Superman.

Soon, the newspaper was bought.

The accompanying male servant wore gloves to avoid staining the paper with sweat and handed it respectfully to Alanee.

Alanee, seeing the headline, became interested.

Returning home would surely mean strict supervision by her parents; she had to have one last bit of fun.

She knew about the trains but didn’t expect to arrive just in time for the trial carrying of passengers.

Now, returning to the Imperial City, she would miss the first wave, but the second and third waves would do.

"Grim, let’s head back to the Imperial City now... no, let’s delay by one station. I don’t want to be caught. Riding this thing and enjoying the scenery along the way should be fun."

Alanee was intrigued.

Grim dared not disobey, but followed all Alanee’s wishes.

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