Black Sail
Chapter 228: CCXXVIII. Glamour

Chapter 228: CCXXVIII. Glamour

The banquet held at the Undead Hotel was quite pleasant.

Not just these three, but previously, during the incident at the western city’s frozen meat warehouse, many captains also sided with Liszt. Seeing that there could be a change in the power dynamics of Heaven Port, they felt it necessary to send over some gifts as a gesture that they’ve got his back. They wanted to make sure he wouldn’t flip-flop.

Qi Li was once a person of importance, whose general membership and core backbone were of high quality.

But the people from Wen Kui’s side were a different story, calling over lots of ladies, making a complete mess.

Even Morison, who dares to eat swamp specialty fried insects, lost some of his appetite.

Meanwhile,

It was now the evening of the 28th.

In Dreya’s castle,

It was quite an erotic scene, with three concubines living in harmony.

As a member of the New Pharmacology communication circle in North America,

This circle was somewhat "dirty."

She thought the more fragrant girls, the better, and was particularly interested in Goria and Meredith.

She always thought Goria looked familiar and finally remembered: The adventurer’s guild always publishes some extremely abstract things, such as the annual Goddess Album.

This was where famous adventurer names entered the sexy goddess annual, the object of countless lower-class adventurers’ Undying Grasp.

In the Western Continent, she was a bit of a minor celebrity.

How beautiful, Mo Yutong thought, keeping a calm exterior, but already salivating.

"I’m stepping out for a moment; you three get along well."

Dreya gently ruffled the hair of Goria and Mo Yutong, and noticing that Meredith’s state was a bit off, and that she might have something on her mind, casually gave her a shoulder rub, sending her into a tingling delight.

"I’ll go with you."

Meredith’s tone was calm; she was a tough character, having already played with Dreya’s husband, but that wasn’t enough—she planned to play Dreya next.

"It’s cold outside, be good."

Dreya scratched Meredith’s chin with her fingers, more aptly described as a caress, then winked and went out with her umbrella.

Meredith’s face flushed pink, fearing that she might truly fall for this woman’s charm.

Dreya left the suburbs and went to the Inner City.

She placed great importance on the sense of ceremony: all these little cuties needed New Year’s gifts, and she knew that Goria had secretly prepared something for her, so she had to give one to each.

As for Liszt, it was probably best to choose something for him too.

The dark mire of Skull Club was beyond what most people could imagine; those engaged in the most evil and dark professions were already madmen.

Other people on the island did not speak of fairness, and naturally, the Skull Club didn’t either.

Magicians were already surreptitiously shadowing her, having noticed her departure from the castle, ready with a very high-quality sunstone to use as a medium to cast restraining arcane spells.

Sunlight and flames were both lethal to vampires, even though Dreya was a daywalker capable of moving around on cloudy days and could walk under the big sun with an umbrella.

But at such a close distance, the intense stimulation was a different matter altogether.

Dreya strolled leisurely away from the castle, and the magician following her planned to make a move when she was five hundred meters away from the castle. There might be Blood Slaves and kin hidden inside her castle, so they had to ambush her when she was alone.

It was the coldest time of the year, and it was snowing heavily at night. Dreya held an umbrella in one hand and a lantern in the other, wandering through the Dark Secret Forest on the outskirts of the city.

The Skull Club magician followed closely, hidden in the shadows. It’s not efficient to work alone; it was better to have a just mobbing. There were also a few good hands from Skull Club. They would start their action after proceeding another fifty meters, which was quite far from the castle.

Dreya had an extremely strong perception of life, even the number of reptiles in the forest could not escape her count.

So earlier, when Liszt came back with Fafna, even though they were incredibly far apart, the terrifying fluctuation of life did not escape Dreya’s eyes.

She pretended not to notice anything as she walked here. True to Liszt’s bad-mouth prediction, but it didn’t matter. Occasionally helping her husband, getting involved in his business, wouldn’t make him look foolish.

Such audacity, during all her years in Heaven Port, someone dared to attack her.

"Come out, all of you."

Dreya elegantly discarded her umbrella, adjusted the seams on her gloves due to her cleanliness fetish, and smiled radiantly.

Two hours later.

It was already midnight.

The core members of Black Sail had just left the Undead Hotel. Qi Li was slightly drunk as well, saying he wanted to arrange for Liszt and the others to settle in.

Formerly a big shot, Qi Li naturally looked down on spoiled goods and said he would go to Doringger’s place to call for some musicians to accompany Liszt and his party.

How could Liszt agree? He was waiting for New Year’s gifts. His own derailment was still okay, but if he played around, he’d really go to Hell.

Fen was very serious.

Swan had worked in this field. When he was the Staff Chief for the Thief Guild’s district, he oversaw several brothels. Although now with the advancement of New Pharmacology, some diseases could be cured and the infection rate was roughly six to seven percent, not high. But for the sake of temporary pleasure, if one was unlucky, the incessant itching wasn’t worth it.

Rein and Shadi both had mistresses and weren’t particularly interested in that sort of thing.

Morison mainly focused on a daywalker lifestyle, and it wasn’t fun doing that alone.

They had returned to the vicinity of Black Sail Inn.

Fen was a teetotaler, while the alcohol capacity of the rest was fine, just slightly tipsy, no big problem.

At the back alley entrance of the inn.

Liszt was stopped by Goria. He didn’t take it to heart and told the other core members to go about their business and instructed Archer to start getting ready. The New Year’s Eve dinner on the 30th had to be perfect; they would bundle up and smash dumplings together!

Right now, he was spirited and planned to talk to Taylor after the year started. With the money he had at hand now, whether it was making up the difference to take over channels or to play dirty and mess with Doringger, he could succeed.

Even at midnight, the streets of the Inner City were still quite lively.

In the midst of the snowstorm, Liszt lit a cigarette.

"What’s wrong? You seem a bit flustered."

Liszt took a deep drag of his cigarette. It was too cold, and he rubbed his hands together.

Goria felt strange that Dreya hadn’t returned for so long, so she came to the inn to look for her, but didn’t find her.

"Have you seen Dreya? She went out alone almost two hours ago and hasn’t come back yet."

Goria had an extremely ominous premonition as she watched the crowd on the street. After all, Dreya was just a woman; it was Goria’s fault for not accompanying her.

Liszt frowned deeply; Dreya was typically a homebody. If she went out alone and nobody was with her, she wouldn’t be out for so long.

The Skull Club had plenty of manpower, with people always guarding outside the inn, waiting for the moment Liszt was alone—not to kill him directly.

Otherwise, it would lead to an all-out war with the powerful Black Sail. It was a gamble on whether Liszt was a man of honor, providing benefits to the residents of Heaven Port, whether it was fake honor or true benevolence.

A skinny tall man with heavy eye bags approached Liszt. When he got close, he glanced at Goria beside him. This matter must not be known to others.

"Captain, I have something I need to discuss with you alone."

The skinny man spoke evenly.

Liszt’s drunkenness was gone, his expression dark, already vaguely guessing. He should’ve just directly chopped those cavemen yesterday when he landed... No nonsense, just kill them directly.

"Goria, you go back to the inn first, I have some matters to handle."

Liszt said calmly.

Goria felt confused, but Liszt’s tone allowed no refusal.

Three minutes later.

In the snowstorm.

Liszt followed the skinny man away.

The skinny man was already prepared to go back and report, ready for a full-scale war, but Liszt did not return to the inn and followed him directly instead.

This situation was even more terrifying.

He used the small knife he carried to shave off his trademark braided beard, leaving less than half an inch. He cut too quickly, and his chin was bleeding.

Liszt worried this might affect his ability to kill later, but that was a secondary concern. Mainly... at least he’d die with a presentable corpse, not looking like a damn pirate.

"Don’t dawdle; let’s go, it’s just me."

"Okay... okay."

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