Black Sail
Chapter 275: CCLXXV. Threatening Letter

Chapter 275: CCLXXV. Threatening Letter

After the incident was made public, there were both advantages and drawbacks.

The advantage was that my own reputation had greatly increased, officially establishing me as a figure not inferior to Hened, perhaps even surpassing him as an old gun.

The drawback was that this news was good for Doringger; he was no pirate after all. Doringger’s foundation in the Cross Alliance was spotless, so once I had become the thief of the century, he could claim legitimacy to raise an army for the cause of justice.

"We have nineteen people here, all in tough conditions. The life of an adventurer, plainly speaking, is like that of horses or oxen, braving wind and rain. We’ve finally grasped an opportunity. We’re not taking advantage of a crisis for personal gain, just hoping that during the festive season, Brother Li would hand out a red envelope. Not much, just eight thousand Golden Dragons will do. You have plenty of money, it won’t hurt you to part with this amount."

Fisher demanded boldly, asking directly for eight thousand, which was quite a concept—it would take raiding a mid to upper-level noble’s house and cleaning them out to come up with that much money.

In truth, he had left room to negotiate. If Liszt was willing to pay, he could cut it by half to four thousand Golden Dragons. For six Heroic Level individuals, that would mean around five to six hundred each, which was more than enough. Take the deal and be done with it.

"Your mother, you’ve really got some nerve."

Rein was amused and angry at the same time.

"Just chop them up, no need for words."

Wolman had also decided it was time to blood Fafna.

Liszt too felt that these people had to be dealt with. If they had asked for one or two thousand, he might have been able to understand. Just a few months ago, the battle at the secret port had been so tough, exhausting work for just over a thousand. But these guys, asking outright for eight thousand—and in truth expecting four or five thousand—were no ordinary blackmailers. They absolutely could not be left alone.

"Don’t rush, the price can be negotiated slowly. This sort of thing can’t be hurried. You guys are quite capable, and we might not be your match, but it would be no problem for a few of us to escape. Right now, we’re the ones asking you for money, otherwise in a little while, when you’ve become informants, Doringger might also ask you for money."

Fisher smiled calmly, rather sluggish in response.

"Oh?"

Morison was intrigued. Darkness was everywhere, not just prevalent in Heaven Port; there was plenty of it in other places too.

At this moment, Liszt felt that an agreement couldn’t be reached. If they started killing on the second floor, it’d be a shame for so much furniture to go to waste.

But as luck would have it, at this moment, a waiter from downstairs got a letter and came upstairs, approaching Liszt. The content written on the envelope explicitly stated it was for Liszt.

The envelope bore a shocking bright red sigil. The Thief Guild was involved in the worship of evil gods, with all sorts of entities like the Night Goddess, Shadow Lady, and unknowable beings.

This sigil was an Array of a Shadow Messenger from a spirit-communicating and alien plane; a circle filled with abstruse symbols and chilling, obscure patterns.

Swan’s emerald beast eyes flickered. It was a message from Diaz’s side. The more famous Black Sail became, the bigger the target was.

Liszt was shaken, quickly tearing open the envelope.

"I am one of the Staff Chiefs of the Southern Continent region of the Thief Guild and have received a personal letter from Diaz to inform the Captain.

Please hand over the item, January 25th at Kersuna Island. Our people will be there at the docks to meet you.

Otherwise, you will face the following situations.

First, your people robbed a train, and we will disclose the names, backgrounds, and information about the existing family members of each accomplice to the entire world, as well as to the Aran authorities.

Second, Doringger has no need to make an enemy of the Guild on behalf of a pirate under his command. We will sever our business dealings with him to force him to surrender you.

Third, we will release a message that anyone who dares to do business with you or interact with you is opposing the Guild. We will exhaust all means to prevent your expansion.

Please consider this carefully. January 25th, we will wait no longer."

The letter ended here; it was purely a letter of intimidation.

Swan breathed a little rapidly, knowing full well the Guild’s capacity as a former member; this was no joke—Diaz could absolutely do what he threatened.

Now, with Doringger on the inside and Diaz on the outside, what to do? Involuntarily, his gaze turned to Liszt.

But Liszt... he was actually sneering.

The Stele, Liszt must not hand it over, otherwise Caroso’s position would completely collapse, and there’d be no talk of cooperating with the Holy Spirit Church. This was his trump card against Doringger.

Additionally, Doringger had intended to kill already, as for business partners, okay, you want to play it this way, then it’s very simple.

Liszt too became ruthless, no matter how big the scale, the underlying nature was that of a desperado.

He didn’t engage in legitimate business, striving to excel only on the darker side of things, collaborating only with those who had guts and who weren’t afraid of his Thief Guild.

Until one day, he would chop up this Diaz, the Emperor of the Night.

Fisher’s throat bobbed, the scar-faced Liszt was truly frightening.

"With so many distinguished guests, splitting the money among nineteen people, isn’t that too much? Strictly speaking, by the time we return to Aran, only a few will be needed, right?"

When Liszt said this, it was clear that you were in way over your head trying to compete with me.

"Hehe..." Fisher had not expected Liszt to be so cunning, and replied, "Then you’re welcome to try and make your move, as long as I die, the message will definitely get out."

"Enough!"

Liszt silenced them with a cold command, and the whole place was subdued.

"Brother Hai, let’s give everyone a show, just chopping him alone is enough. The rest of you, I will pay, but it will be in a different way, I am in dire need of people here, and I am prepared to hire you for a high salary, but excluding this person, he must die."

Liszt was short on people, but he couldn’t just fill the ranks indiscriminately. The leader had to be killed first before the others could be brought in line.

Suddenly, Liszt’s presence overawed everyone present, dumbfounded by his speech.

Fisher sensed trouble and immediately drew his great sword.

"Brother Hai!"

Rein cheered.

"Since you said so,"

Haywood, who always wore a helmet, said before nonchalantly approaching Fisher, intending to make Liszt the East Sea King in order to gather intelligence, to uncover the ultimate truth that connects Heaven and Earth.

A crisp snap rang out.

A sword flew through the air.

Haywood’s head hit the ground with a thud, a trickle of red sand seeping from his neck, while his body continued to move.

The scene not only stunned the extortionists who had come by but also dumbfounded the people of Black Sail.

The spectacle was too eerie, as Haywood’s body gradually turned into blood-red sand, disintegrating into dust, and a Blood Shadow burst through Fisher’s body.

It was over in less than a second.

Fisher still stood frozen in place, his lip color fading, his hands pressing aimlessly against his chest, feeling that something was amiss; there wasn’t a single wound on his body, yet his complexion was turning ghastlier.

And Haywood, reformed from the blood-red sand, now held in his palm Fisher’s still faintly beating heart, then gave it a gentle squeeze.

The heart burst into a mist of blood.

Fisher dropped dead, void of any wounds, not a drop of blood spilled, but now merely a corpse.

"Brother Hai, I spoke a bit harshly before, please don’t take it to heart!"

Rein had witnessed a spectacle bordering on divine, Jesus Christ, it was like seeing a demon.

And the extorters could no longer utter a word, having never encountered such creepy occurrences.

Liszt himself took a deep breath to calm down and handed the letter from the Thief Guild to the group of blackmailers for inspection, making it clear they couldn’t escape now, I never intended to hide.

They all had to stay and work obediently.