Black Sail
Chapter 236: CCXXXVI. Demon God Command

Chapter 236: CCXXXVI. Demon God Command

Fen went over the accounts again. The cellar held thirty thousand Golden Dragons, the market value of jewelry and watches was unstable, hovering around twenty thousand, and there were two thousand and one in public funds. As for the profits from local real estate, he no longer had the time to sort through it.

Even he was feeling the strain and couldn’t afford to waste all his time on this. He had to hire another person capable of bookkeeping so he could make time for other matters.

Liszt was currently unable to handle it all by himself.

But he had no idea where to find such a person in this godforsaken place. Then, a name suddenly came to him. She might be able to take on this task.

"Mo Yutong, she’s a train operator after all. How about letting her help with the accounts?"

Fen suggested to Liszt.

Liszt smacked his forehead, utterly preoccupied with thinking about the Imperial Castle, he had treated Mo Yutong as plain neodymium copper. This girl could be very useful; how could a genius girl be confined to a castle? She needed to be utilized in every possible way.

As a student from an Ivy League school, Liszt had led a dangerous life these past few years, reallocating all his Skill Points to fighting. This girl still had her Skill Tree and could invest in technology! He hadn’t even asked about her major, but he suspected it wasn’t high-tech specialty because they lacked the necessary facilities. If it were something like electrical engineering, that would’ve been a game-changer.

The New Continent would be designated as an industrial district, dedicated to heavy industry! Airplanes dropping tanks, carpet bombing, how will you respond, Your Excellency?

"I’ll go invite Elder Yutong!"

Liszt felt an upsurge of excitement, finding acquaintances in a foreign land, welcoming the royal division with simple food and wine!

He had to change the order of his strategy; Mo Yutong in the morning and then Goria in the afternoon.

He left the inn immediately, business at the Imperial Castle to attend to.

By that time, Ox had also returned.

"How did the handover go?"

Fen asked.

"Six casinos, four inns, and a high-interest bank. The bosses have all switched to our side. I just don’t know if Liszt has any objections. We can change it at any time."

Ox was naturally reliable. He threw down a bunch of keys on the table with a clang against the wood, along with the account books.

Fen looked at the account books; he had no time to deal with them now. They had to be passed on to Mo Yutong. Black Sail was currently short on high-end talent; it was time to replenish their ranks.

"As our operations expand, bigger issues arise. If you attend to everything yourself, it becomes a stumbling block and hinders flexibility. It’s time for a system change. The people you’ve chosen are the One-eyed Dragon, the tattooed bald man, and those who participated in the train heist, right? They’re the capable ones?"

Fen asked. These were people who had risked their lives, having participated in two jobs, and leading their own men. On the ship, they held the position of soldier leader. There was no doubt they were qualified. Although they hadn’t yet received their share of the heist profits, they understood what was expected. Giving them a stake in the industry now would mean taking care of them later when shares were distributed.

Ox nodded; indeed, it was good to let those people take charge first.

"Then there are no issues. No need to change personnel."

Fen rubbed his temples. He had felt a strange surge of enormous energy, emanating deep within the dense forest. Had something transformative happened to Haywood?

At this very moment, Haywood emerged from the staircase to the second floor. He seemed unchanged—still wearing the iron helmet and his clothes, though light, were securely fastened, only his neck exhibiting blood-red skin.

"How goes the Promotion?"

Fen didn’t feel any change, although creatures like Haywood had appeared before, there was scant literature on them and no targeted experience. But the scent of the Annihilation Element did seem richer.

Haywood was still reflecting on previous events.

"The map?"

He asked.

The developments far exceeded his expectations. He needed to find a map of this world. Unexpectedly, he had gotten ahead of the expeditionary army. Even after so many years, they still hadn’t caught up.

Furthermore, the situation outside was complex—Demon God, such a boundless and great existence, also faced obstacles.

He must uncover the true events from a thousand eight hundred years ago when Heaven and Earth were utterly severed and the lost history of the Ancient Era.

"What map? I’m asking you about your Promotion."

Fen was baffled as Haywood seemed to be in a trance.

"It’s sort of a breakthrough, I guess."

Haywood received the "Demon God Command," his back marked by the Great Power which had pierced through the vast void, bestowing upon him the Annihilation Element strong enough to support him until his mission was complete.

"Brother Hai, I might’ve been a bit harsh before. This is the Rebel Blade, take good care of it, consider it my New Year’s gift to you."

When Rein stole a car in place of Ox’s firepower, he bought a great sword mixed with Magic Energy Material for one hundred and twenty silver coins. It hadn’t been of use, so it was the perfect gift for Power Hero.

"Black Rosewood, White Ivory, the Rebel Blade hums and resonates, strong and mighty, strong and mighty indeed!"

Weber started uttering incomprehensible phrases, toying with the Flame Scholars Promotion that became Liszt’s weapon Human Pillar, initially planning to forge another set of Super Heavy Armor at the smithy’s, only to find it had recently closed down.

"Brother Hai, when did you get so stylish, SSS rank, Ace of Aerial Combat? You must’ve mastered Demonization by now, right?"

Shadi focused intently, the once useless iron, now transformed into Brother Hai?

"Uh..."

Haywood didn’t know how to respond, a truly honest man, but he knew he had to keep the Demon God Command a secret at all costs.

"Close enough."

Haywood gave a non-committal reply, rifling through the map, determined to study it well. Since the great sword was a New Year’s gift, he decided to accept it.

Fen pondered thoughtfully, the density of the material energy wasn’t particularly rich, could there really be a breakthrough?

"How did Haywood get on board?"

Weber had become good friends with Rein, and in an era where information was scarce, boasting and gossip were pure joy. He had already learned from Rein, the blabbermouth, just how Rein himself, Archer, Claude, and Swan had come aboard, and was determined to unearth the rest.

It wasn’t that he cared that much, but some of the ways people joined were quite abstract, and hilarious to hear.

Rein had planned to share Haywood’s pitiful story of grinding away for over a decade on a deserted island, sans language and subsisting on leaves, but now it seemed Haywood had evolved and his phrasing needed to change.

"Brother Hai could be called a wilderness survival expert who was self-exiling on an island. After achieving the platinum trophy for all achievements, he found no challenge in it and set his sights on becoming the top dog in Heaven Port!"

Rein gave such an appraisal.

Weber couldn’t comprehend what he was hearing.

"What about Black Big?"

Weber was curious about Black Sail’s signature figure, Wolman, whose size could only be described as an astonishing natural gift, his presence on the Warrant intimidating.

"He used to be a chef in Heaven Port..."

Rein remembered the fear dominated by the dark cuisine.

"A chef?"

To Weber, it sounded like the most preposterous news, the man’s skills and education didn’t match his appearance at all.

"That’s right. Black Sail was already doing somewhat well, and some bosses would come to Liszt for help managing their establishments, you know?

Wolman was a regular guy, but not quite.

He knew his own level of skill, went straight to the Overlord class, damn, there’s plenty who dine and dash, but this was the first Overlord class I’ve seen.

As soon as he got off the ship, he found a big tavern and asked the owner for a job at fifty silver coins a month; damn, wasn’t that practically robbery? Even the Church-sanctioned Holy Professors wouldn’t earn that much unless they were high-ranking, and here he was, thinking his paltry education was that of a high-end individual.

Of course, the owner refused, but he didn’t care, saw that the owner was an Aran, claimed it was his responsibility to provide him work, otherwise, it was racial killing, looking down on him, and he would have to murder someone. He simply squatted there stubbornly for half a month.

Just took over the tavern, ate up all the stored meat, wouldn’t leave, cooked some swamp mishmash, and nearly brought the place to ruin.

What else could the owner do? He gave Black Sail some labor fees to have Liszt take care of it.

When Liszt arrived and saw him as a chef, wasn’t that just nonsense?

Let’s go chop some people up, what’s this fifty a month? Foolish, add another fifty, and make it fifty for each person chopped down."

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