Black Sail
Chapter 205: CCV. Clever Plan

Chapter 205: CCV. Clever Plan

However, Mo Yutong’s response greatly disappointed Liszt.

After gaining a higher political status in the Aran Royal Court, she had people search for that adventure group, but they had vanished without a trace, as if evaporated from the world of men.

"So it’s like that..."

Liszt sighed. Mythical stories were, after all, unreliable.

Mo Yutong suddenly remembered something and became somewhat frantic.

"Right, the Warlock Apprentice inscribed magic into the bodies of all five of us. It involved a lantern that could locate us by following the direction of the flickering flames, and if someone died, the lantern would be extinguished."

She suddenly recalled this detail.

Liszt became highly alert.

"Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier."

Liszt felt foolish; thankfully they were at sea and not yet at Kersuna Island. If they had been in Heaven Port when she said this, they would have been thoroughly doomed.

Three minutes later.

Liszt was leading Mo Yutong in a hurry to the finance room, where Fen worked. He was in charge of overseeing the ship’s funds, although the place where the funds were usually stored now held a terrifying treasure.

Every thousand Golden Dragon coins were packed by Fen into a small box, totaling thirty-four boxes, plus an extra six hundred or so loose coins in bags.

These thirty-four thousand would have to be stored in the cellar of the Black Sail Inn upon returning to Heaven Port, subjected to encrypted security measures before peace of mind was achievable.

Fen was very busy, wearing a monocle, using the flame emanating from his fingertips to carefully assess the value of the gemstones. It was a substantial quantity, enough to tire him out.

"This is a huge problem; Black Sail is facing annihilation!"

Liszt burst into the room, speaking in a frantic manner.

Fen removed his monocle; was it too much to ask for some good news for once, especially with half a month until the New Year?

"What happened?"

Fen set aside a meticulously crafted platinum-backed emerald the size of a fingernail, not very fond of being startled like this.

Liszt described the current situation.

Fen asked Mo Yutong to sit down, relax, and try to think about nothing.

Mo Yutong nodded her head.

As he used his Magic Power to search, Fen found nothing unusual.

"The Demon Spider inside you exhibits a strong rejection response; any other power trying to intrude will be destroyed, and the same goes for my Magic Power."

Fen reassured the two that there was no need to worry, as his Magic Power was also being slowly consumed by that Demon Spider, prompting him to sever the connection immediately.

Mo Yutong was a bit stunned—if that was the case, shouldn’t the Warlock Apprentice have been able to detect it? But then again, that Magician never really treated them seriously, showing only a bit more concern for Mu Ran, but not much.

"What exactly is that spider-like thing?"

Liszt asked.

Mo Yutong shook her head; she herself didn’t understand.

Even the knowledgeable Fen had never seen anything like it. However, he speculated that it likely belonged to the category of scarlet fever, the ancient scarlet fever bacteria having given rise to the Blood Clan, while this Demon Spider gave rise to another kind of life.

"It’s good that there’s no problem. If something were to happen to you, I couldn’t even come up with the tears."

Liszt shamelessly spoke while already making himself at home, his hands resting on Mo Yutong’s shoulders, which were indeed soft, with delicate skin.

Mo Yutong shivered, a sense of discomfort washing over her as contact with men always made her uneasy.

"Have you ever heard of the mythical world within a painting in the Extreme North?"

Liszt asked Fen and then shared his own idea of progressing to a higher power level as a Primordial Saint.

"Firstly, this is an unsubstantiated rumor from local folklore, and secondly, even if it truly exists, in the ancient texts, the painting seems to be a mural stretching over nine miles. Could you possibly carry such a massive wall?"

Fen was nonchalant, continuing to study the jewels. Affairs from 1800 years ago just weren’t reliable.

"Is the painted world really such an inconvenient thing?"

Liszt clenched his fists.

But in time, he still needed to go and check out the situation. With Fafna, the girl, around, where in the world couldn’t he go? He wondered how the little dragon girl was doing now.

"I need you to quickly get through your childhood, and you don’t have to reach adulthood, okay? Just get to the rebellious stage. That’s when you’re at your strongest, a young man full of vigor with a powerful impact. Without a sharp knife or a strong horse, what will you use to fight me? My dragon daughter may not know her way home, but you, little man, I must eliminate."

"Little sister, hey, I have an important task for you."

Liszt suddenly had a great idea. Dreya was a mad woman and, for some reason, took a particular liking to his blood—probably because he was a cosmic person.

But Mo Yutong was also a cosmic person. Letting Dreya take a good bite of her might help her get over it, part on good terms, and then she could stay out of his affairs from now on.

He might not even make it through the middle of next year. If Dreya just stayed hidden, living another thousand eight hundred years wouldn’t be a problem. There’s always a breaking point, so it’s better to leave early than have long nights filled with endless dreams.

Sharon’s trustworthiness within the Eternal Sect always worried him. Once things were stable here, he had to bring her over. Sharon was a genuine straight woman, truly a white album at that point.

"Can you let go of my hand...?"

Mo Yutong felt uncomfortable on her shoulder.

Liszt raised both hands in surrender.

He didn’t know that Mo Yutong was in his contact list; he just asked her for a small favor. Once they reached Heaven Port, he needed her to donate some blood for his wife to sample.

Without his irreplaceability, he figured she wouldn’t cling to him anymore.

Time swiftly moved on to the next day.

The pirates on deck let out exuberant cheers, for the outline of an island had appeared at the edge of their view.

Kersuna Island, part of a country dominated by the Yisu people on the Southern Continent. However, the island had a majority of foreign population and had completely turned into a halfway point.

Prostitutes mostly went back to their homes for New Year’s, of course, but some remained at their posts—through wind and rain, waiting at the brothel for you, not going home. The period before and after the New Year was the prime time to make money, with prices usually going up by about one and a half times.

The pirates, having bottled up for nearly two months, couldn’t hold it anymore. They needed to warm up for Heaven Port’s grand celebration.

"I laugh at the Emperor’s lack of wisdom, Cicero is witless. If they ambushed us here with an army, what would we do?"

Rein laughed heartily. Cicero was the name of the manager of the Aran National Bank, the second most important person in Aran after the Emperor, the one-eyed soldier of the Old Aran Royal City battle.

But none of the crew members on deck could laugh about it.

This job was too damn rotten.

"Don’t say things like that."

Shadi was almost scared to disembark.

"Can’t you say something nicer during the New Year?"

Liszt wanted to smack someone.

"If there’s no work, you can lay your head on the train tracks and wait for the train to come crashing over."

Morison also thought it was an inauspicious statement.

During the New Year period, about ninety-five percent of merchant ships ceased operations. Whether wealthy or not, everyone went home for New Year’s.

This Winterless South Country was already imbued with the New Year spirit. The port was crowded with boats; it was the busiest time now, with many workers here rushing to catch passenger ships home. With only over ten days left to New Year’s, it was the peak period for passenger transport.

After the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge docked.

The island was already decorated with lights, and as civilizations evolved, they tended to converge—to seek happiness. Just like the spring couplets and lanterns are red, so is Santa Claus in all red.

This is the main color scheme, to stand out and catch the eye.

Many colorful lanterns hung in the streets, more aptly put as cheap fluorite. Gunpowder was already invented, and people here liked to set off fireworks for fun.

The Holy Spirit Church, which led the calendar, also displayed many Holy Spirit imprints and symbols.

The port was bustling.

Liszt let the pirates go off to enjoy themselves, while he and Fen had some matters to handle—time to talk business with the local Admiral.