Black Sail
Chapter 203: CCIII. Fate/Stay Night

Chapter 203: CCIII. Fate/Stay Night

"Not a single moment did he rejoice over the hard-won success, for he immediately rushed to the battlefield to initiate a crew vote."

Connecting to the Immortal Emperor.

Mika.

It was still the unrefurbished navigation room.

The stolen high-end table covered with expensive silk cloth, while the surrounding walls were full of axe and sword marks, a complete mismatch.

The flame within the lantern flickered, casting a somber atmosphere.

Mika’s eyes were brooding, his ten fingers clasping his chin as he sat at the long table, his lips tightly sealed.

All key members had already taken their places.

The rule on the ship was, once out at sea, all crew members must participate in voting.

But if it did not involve financial interests, as well as decisions related to safety and navigation.

For example, choosing who to be the sous chef, who to promote to soldier leader, if there were disagreements among the core members, they could also decide by internal vote.

"Speed up, three minutes."

Fen’s brows were furrowed. Glancing at Rein’s getup, he didn’t have to think to know it was some indecent mischief. He had his unending tasks yet had to deal with this as well, thoroughly convinced.

Rein had bathed, got a little styled, rid of his offensive odor, sleek and shiny now, carrying the air of the Starving Wolf Adventure Group’s deputy leader.

Each person’s expression was stern, their gaze lethal.

"Now, the Holy Grail War begins."

Mika put on his glasses, beginning to take things seriously.

"Lightning start! God damn Holy Grail War."

Liszt was stunned silly, wishing it weren’t so sleazy. Meredith and Mo Yutong were relatively better off, and as a captured criminal, Izumi could technically discuss ownership rights.

"The king acknowledges, the king allows, the king bears the weight of this world."

Rein was determined to win.

"Following ancient pacts, heed my whisper, breaking the boundaries of time and space."

Shadi spoke calmly.

Liszt gaped, it really started, damn it, the magician’s battle every sixty years, what kind of spirits from hell are we summoning now, bastard.

Lancer Ximen Qing, luck E, are you my Master?

Saber Cao Cao, EX seven stars blade, prone to disaster, cut for eternal peace.

Berserk Yang Guang is the strongest.

Considering there were women on board, it was inappropriate for them to wander around; of course, Liszt had arranged separate rooms for them.

"Now, I initiate a vote on the ownership of Meredith, Mo Yutong, and Izumi. I cast one vote for myself."

Mika looked at Liszt calmly.

The last time votes were cast ashore, Liszt had two votes, but now at sea, it was not going to go his way, his despicable tricks must be disabled.

"Let it go, does it seem like anyone cares about you?"

Liszt told the others to tidy up and busy themselves with their tasks; it was almost mealtime, and Archer was to supervise the sous chef to get the food prepared.

"I cast one vote for myself."

Archer took a swig of alcohol, and although he didn’t quite understand, it sounded very imposing.

"I also cast one vote for myself."

Rein and Shadi both asserted their position, with a tactical stony face.

"Me too."

Morison wore a tactical stony face as well.

Next was only Claude, Fen, and Swan left.

Liszt felt secure in an instant; Swan and Fen were reputable folks who didn’t bother with this nonsense. He signaled Claude to vote for him.

Three trillion Kagomes, three trillion Kikyos, aren’t they here again?

However, Claude was pondering marriage, not intending to interfere, he abstained directly.

"Huh?"

Liszt felt slightly uneasy, looking towards Fen and Swan.

Fen was speechless.

But after due deliberation, this vote was necessary. Meredith didn’t matter, but Mo Yutong and Izumi were key intermediaries, essential to activate the Netherworld Stele.

Psychological health had to be considered; if these people drove them mad into resentful witches, how on earth would the Stele be used with two madwomen?

Fen gave Swan a meaningful look.

Swan’s mind went blank; he had no interest in the Human Race, his taste was that of a standard Tiger-man, bare flesh exposed outside, honestly unappealing.

But he quickly caught on.

He cast his vote for Fen.

"I vote for myself."

Fen said calmly, it didn’t matter to him whether Swan voted for himself or for Fen, he would’ve done the same for Swan. He just didn’t want these nuts to start pulling any ridiculous stunts.

The Black Sail First Officer, two votes to crush everyone else.

"Wattafa!"

Rein held his head with both hands, a medical miracle, General Fen had regained his potency, the vessel of the Miracle of Suffering, truly worthy of being called a witch, having lured away the impotent soul.

"Once killed, one dies!"

Mika lost his wits, starting to speak incomprehensible language.

"I do not accept the results of this vote! This was just voting on Izumi’s part, there are two others yet."

Liszt began to explain.

Mike slapped his head hard, absolutely spot on, brother, he’s the man Mika acknowledged, immediately agreed.

Fen felt like his head was about to explode, knowing there was no point talking with these lunatics, he began to speak gravely about his concerns.

The group had an epiphany.

"Got it, General Fen is very generous, giving the chance to everyone, fair competition, no playing dirty tricks, meeting adjourned!"

Liszt declared the voting over.

Everyone went dumb, you’re cheating again, aren’t you?

The next day.

They would reach their destination, Kersuna Island, tomorrow.

The crew’s restlessness deepened, their hands full of money, relax here first then see, in the Great Wetland it’s hard to find even a few women, let alone prostitutes.

Now, it’s time for dragon-vein seeking.

While Mika was off the ship, in the ship’s infirmary lay many adults-only books, which the pirates idly browsed through, after being pent up for so long, their fury was at its peak.

Just waiting for an outburst.

From these books, Immortal Emperor Scripture, they also derived a principle.

Sincerity might not beget sincerity, but speed definitely brings noise.

After finishing their duties, time to gamble during rest, then wild patronizing at the next stop tomorrow, nothing could be better.

Now, the condition of the two women had improved somewhat.

In Mo Yutong’s room, she was dressed in gender-neutral clothing, looking sullen and somewhat vacant out of the cabin window, now at sea, having been thoroughly abducted by Liszt.

And Liszt was also in the room, he closed the door, preparing to discuss something serious with Mo Yutong.

He wanted Mo Yutong to tell him everything that happened in these ten years.

Liszt needed to check for any inconsistencies, whether he could confront her later. Mo Yutong was extremely clever; perhaps it was just a temporary measure, thinking to save her life first and then slowly gain his trust.

If there was anything wrong, Liszt would chop her up.

"Ten years... How do you want me to explain?"

Mo Yutong accepted her current situation, an anxious atmosphere in the Alan Royal Court made her somewhat depressed. In contrast, now that she was at sea, she felt relaxed all at once and even lay back on the bed, sitting with a pillow as a cushion.

Liszt’s eyelids twitched, girl, you are completely under my control, how you want is how you’ll get, we are lawless, why so relaxed?

"Start from the Northern Prison, we have all the time in the world."

Liszt wasn’t in a hurry, he lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

"I know you, you have a terrible reputation, the whole school knows you’re scum."

Mo Yutong started to bring up unrelated topics, because all female students were saying to be careful with a guy named Liszt—don’t be fooled by handsome looks and popularity, in reality, he’s very bad with women, utterly scummy.

He was also kind of a big shot in his own right.

"My hair." Liszt laughed twice, "I didn’t ask you to ramble about that, since you know, then I advise you better tell the truth. Otherwise, I’ll have to up the intensity."

Liszt locked the door bolt, then sat on the bed, his hand not more than five centimeters from Mo Yutong’s thigh.

Mo Yutong quickly curled up, startled; she had fallen into a thinking trap, assuming they could have a proper conversation as alumni, but Liszt was a real, unrestrained pirate.

"You... don’t mess around!"

"Heh, this ship is full of my guys, and the nearest island is still a day’s journey away, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."

Liszt let out a classic villain line nonchalantly.

Mo Yutong took deep breaths, she had never done that thing, but to be strict, she had never done that thing with a man.