Black Sail
Chapter 276: CCLXXVI. The Fate of the World

Chapter 276: CCLXXVI. The Fate of the World

The East Sea Domain is scattered with many islands of various sizes. In places relatively closer to the mainland, there are enclaves belonging to other countries, among which four islands near the confluence of ocean currents are of immense value.

In the "Compendium of Marine Life" published by the Pedan National Arcane Academy in the year 2654 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, it was mentioned.

The convergence of currents slows the water flow, which is suitable for the growth of various water plants and small animals, and it is also a gathering place for schools of fish. These areas often become natural fishing grounds.

The four islands, with a sizable permanent population, have attracted fishermen and merchants in droves, becoming the biggest seafood production sites in the East Sea and cities were built there.

These four islands are under different national jurisdictions and, due to their remote location, conflicts are constant.

It was Doringger who mediated in this context, establishing the tax collector system; he collected a high amount of taxes for each of the four countries every quarter, gaining dominion over these four fishing islands and monopolizing all the seafood business.

In the Southern Continent, within the territory of the Yisu people, a Sea Affairs Envoy of a medium-small sized country was discussing taxes with Doringger in a castle.

The atmosphere in the reception room was oppressively dull.

Not a single dish of the delicately presented and fragrant fine cuisine laid out on the high-grade Phoebe nanmu table had been touched.

Doringger’s gaze was directed downward, as if pondering some other issue, his expression neither sad nor happy.

"The general situation is this: this year’s taxes need to be increased. Seafood simply can’t be shipped too far. The cost skyrockets if we use Magic Energy Industry’s freezing process, resulting in an excessive waste of seafood. However, the Governor has recently learned that many Gold Seekers and adventurers are rushing here, significantly increasing the market. Given this, the former price of nineteen hundred Golden Dragons per quarter seems somewhat inappropriate now."

The Sea Affairs Envoy’s demeanor was slightly humble, and his tone polite.

Doringger could extract more than fifty thousand Golden Dragons from his fixed assets, let alone five thousand. But such a foundation should not be squandered carelessly; there were substantial expenditures awaiting his signature—where on earth did Liszt find such an abundance of liquid funds?

"I’m afraid not," Doringger said bluntly, uttering just four words.

"But please, Lord Dor—" the Sea Affairs Envoy didn’t even finish his plea.

Click! The dinner fork had already been thrust into his left eye, before he could even scream. Doringger’s palm pressed soundlessly against the tail end of the fork’s handle, pushing the entire ten-plus-centimeter fork in; the envoy slumped in his chair, dead.

Horace, the towering figure clad in armor, General Beima, signaled the soldiers who had come with him to thrust their swords through the backs of the other ten envoys.

To prevent blood from splattering onto the high-end dining table, they lifted up the bodies and threw them onto the luxurious black and white checkered floor tiles.

This was a matter of great importance,

Doringger believed it was necessary for him to personally visit the New Continent.

"Summon the Captain of the Iron Soul Pirate Group. We’ll set sail tomorrow."

Doringger made the decision, planning upon his return to settle when to kill Liszt, to maximize the benefits.

"Also... arrange for some propaganda for them. Over the years, how many people they’ve killed, how many ships they’ve pillaged—I want everyone to know that Liszt is a thief."

Doringger squeezed the silver dinner knife in his hand, deforming it into a lump, ultimately reducing it to the size of a bottle cap in his palm.

Meanwhile, at this very moment.

Outside the city.

Ben, responsible for tailing Doringger, returned to the inn, humming a strange little tune.

"A furious torrent of sand cushions my white hair upon the pillow, as I pour another drink."

"Youthful elegance and spirited steeds are nothing but NTR in the end."

Ben’s mood was exceptionally good, having found leverage over Doringger, and even more than that. Who could have thought such a thing would fall into his lap? The He Transmutes Freedom Method, truly badass.

Ghost Eye Mad Blade, Saleret, a monster in the flesh—who could beat him if placed there? In battle against me, he hadn’t even used full strength, I bet even Old Wei and that disfigured face together wouldn’t stand a chance. No wonder Doringger had him as a watchdog, guarding the deepest secret of the Western Continent, the Stele—no, perhaps not even that Dragon, Fafna, could compare.

In the depths of the East Sea, on the edge of the world, such secrets were hidden.

Suddenly, Ben realized that he had become a person who could influence the destiny of the entire world!

The fate of all beings, whether they live in misery or eternal peace, hinged on a single thought of his.

Too right, bro, I’m dead on!

Which side should I take, Liszt or Doringger, is gluttony better or is original power better?

Exactly how should I use it? Liszt played big, got the Stele and the Dragon involved, but I didn’t expect Doringger to play even bigger—dude wants to become an Immortal. But at the end of the day, both Doringger and Liszt are just losers, they can’t take the heat, both with higher aspirations than their fates can hold.

This calls for someone truly badass.

I’ve got to ascend to the heavens and report to the Emperor, leap into high ranks and make a name that will last through history!

"Hahahahaha!"

Laughing madly like he had just won the lottery, Ben returned to the second floor of the inn. Nobody gave him any hassle.

Huh?

Ben was deeply shocked. What kind of class was this?

No. 18 faces were seated in rows.

"You guys might as well not go back, having come all this way. As the saying goes, since you’re here, well, you really might as well stay. Anyway, I’ve had some minor conflicts with the Thief Guild and the local boss here, but I’m all about upholding justice. Although I just killed your leader, we’re all good people, right?"

Liszt was explaining that he was a man of honor.

To make it more credible, they had to get some women involved too. Mo Yutong and Izumi stepped in to smooth things over and quickly signed the employment contracts.

Five Heroic Level adventurers got ten Golden Dragons a month, Honor Level adventurers got four Golden Dragons. For their abilities, the price was naturally low.

But if they didn’t sign the contract, they would have to die.

After finishing his business outside, Fen came back to the inn and found the waiters dealing with Fisher’s body. He quickly inquired about the situation. Knowing the full story, he wasn’t concerned, as he had never thought about doing legitimate business.

General Fen only played the quick games, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to sustain the terrifying consumption of Fafna and his own research.

"Don’t throw away that body, take it later to the underground drug lab outside the Skull Club’s watchtower. In the future, the dead bodies from the island can also be sent to me."

His explosive statement completely baffled the two waiters.

Fen discovered an excellent experimental site. In summer, some hallucinogenic materials need to be refined in cool places, and there was a great bunker outside the Skull Club, better than anything else.

Once busy with sailing, he had no time for experiments. As a Necromancer, it was time for Fen to start assembling an army.

He stepped forward to examine Fisher’s corpse closely, which was excellent material for refining corpses, in great condition. After probing the whole body with spell power, only the heart area was missing. What kind of technique had been used to do this?

The waiter recounted to Fen what had happened with Haywood. Fen was somewhat astonished. The best corpses required a young state with no brain and heart, and some Necromancers would kill people alive, remove both parts, then sew them up. However, during the refining process, the spell power would always leak through the stitches.

This way of killing was quite intricate.

"Anyway, get it moved there first."

Fen went up to the second floor to see how Liszt would arrange those adventurers.

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