Black Sail
Chapter 293: CCXCIII. Dragon Fights Tiger

Chapter 293: CCXCIII. Dragon Fights Tiger

"This is Heavenly Port? It’s not as scary as they say; I think it’s pretty orderly, way better than those wild harbors."

"It must be because of Doringger’s management, put simply, it’s a hub for hot goods, not so terrifying."

"Damn, you must’ve forgotten the Shipwreck Bay we just saw, huh? Hundreds of ships stacked on top of each other, all of them with their signs brightly lit, not looking for trouble but not afraid of it either."

"I heard this place is crawling with prostitutes; not sure if it’s true or not, but I’ve got to see for myself today."

Heavenly Port is an essential stop on Iron Soul Island, but you can also take a long detour, which requires buying a huge amount of supplies in one go and adds a considerable amount of travel time. Besides, if you try to make money without Boss’s approval, you’re asking to be killed.

It’s become an incredibly important transit port.

Ships from other regions have started to transport passengers at high prices. These ship owners are among those who’ve already profited from the New Continent, and they don’t have to take any risks. From other places to Heavenly Port, it’s not to the New Continent; no need for Doringger’s approval. Even according to the rules here, no matter how long you stay, docking is free.

Depending on the distance, the relatively far journey from Beima Duchy’s East Shore directly to Heavenly Port could cost a ticket price fluctuating between thirty to forty silver coins per person.

The exorbitant price of the tickets can be called profiteering, but still, it was crowded; people not afraid to die flocked here like crazy, fearing they’d miss out on the first bucket of gold.

The reason these people aren’t afraid to die is that if the New Continent had been discovered elsewhere, it would have been a universal celebration. Too bad it’s in the ominous East Sea; why would decent people come here? Let alone a New Continent, even if there was a door to the anime world, they wouldn’t come.

Society’s idle misfits with nothing better to do are all heading this way, including the lowest members from the adventurer’s guild—good at nothing but consuming everything, dreaming of making a fortune, having nothing to lose, they might as well be asleep if dead.

The year isn’t even over, there’s still more than half a week left, but Heavenly Port Pier is already overwhelmed with ships; there’s no space left on the pier, many ships opt to anchor offshore, rowing small boats to the island.

And Liszt’s orders have already taken effect.

"Everyone fucking behave, if anyone doesn’t register and sneaks over to Iron Soul Island, the folks over there won’t treat you kindly, it’s a knife in and a knife out. If you find something on the island, don’t hide it; if you think you can secretly transport it out of the East Sea, there’s no escaping it."

A Black Sail Office has also been established on the pier.

The rule is to register and you’ll get a wooden identity token with anti-counterfeiting features; holding this token, you are recognized by the East Sea desperados as a legitimate Gold Seeker, recorded in the files.

Without the token, you’re treated as a "stowaway." There’s no such thing as deportation here; you’ll be ’sent’ to the anime world directly.

After registering with Black Sail here, the pirate ships that Liszt recruited for twenty Gold Dragons a month will take you to the New Continent for free.

On the other hand, Doringger’s people don’t have an office on the pier; they even introduced a registration fee of one Gold Dragon to heighten the barrier to entry, requiring a longer journey through the Outer City and Inner City, all the way to the castle outside to register.

The reason is quite intriguing, as Mo’er said; Doringger wouldn’t engage in a loss-making deal, nor would he cooperate with the weak. He doesn’t care about the lives of these outsiders; as long as he has a say in the New Continent, that’s all that matters.

To Doringger’s people, Liszt is just working for free for them, transporting labor to the New Continent at no cost.

But what Doringger doesn’t know is that Mo’er’s words from yesterday didn’t intimidate Liszt; instead, they pushed him even further on his path of desperation, turning him completely into a madman.

Liszt is now ready to bloodbath the East Sea. He only recognizes Gold Seekers recorded by his side; besides these, no matter who you are, the order is to kill on sight, including those registered with Doringger, with no mercy shown.

This isn’t just any conflict.

It’s the work of pirates from outside.

With a mask, anyone can be a pirate.

At the dock, Gold Seekers new to the island found it odd that there were two groups managing affairs. Had Doringger’s word no longer carried weight?

Because Liszt’s side didn’t ask for money, everyone rushed to have a look.

Outside the makeshift cabin, a long queue formed with a multitude of garbs, people of all races whispering and buzzing in an extremely noisy scene.

"This is clearly an Overlord clause. If we register with you, whatever we find becomes yours. Aren’t we all just turning into beasts of burden?"

An adventurer scoffed, knowing that he couldn’t cross the local power, but still, he hadn’t spent his silver on the ship ticket for nothing—he had to navigate the situation carefully.

And the people in the Black Sail Office seemed a bit dim, scratching their heads, clearly having something on their minds but not knowing how to express it. It was the result of incomplete prenatal education—becoming anxious and losing their rationality. Seeing that this adventurer was quick-tempered, they even thought about drawing a sword to cut down the problem.

At that moment, One-eyed Dragon stepped forward and quickly halted the act. He was dressed with care, leaning on a cane and gravitating towards the more gentlemanly among the crowd. While Liszt’s crew spent the New Year in wild debauchery, gambling and indulging with Fuma Keqing’s men, One-eyed Dragon had been caught up in intense self-development, even becoming somewhat cultured due to his reading material.

"Of course not, we just need to be informed of any discoveries. For example, if you find a mine source, we’ll provide a generous reward because, even if you did find something, you lack the ability to defend it. We all understand that this is lawless territory, but we’ll still give you a reward, or even an excellent job offer to manage the mine source. Naturally, if it’s just random pieces of Magic Crystal Gold, whatever you find is still yours, we won’t take any. And if you find civilized relics or artifacts, we’ll negotiate to buy them at a price you’re happy with. Only by doing business this way can we ensure it lasts. If word got out that we were a dubious company, no one would want to deal with us. Reputation is what matters, as it makes for a sustainable future. Black Sail Trading Company serves you sincerely, safeguarding you on your path to seeking gold. In short, as long as you follow the rules, if anyone tries to touch you, we’ll go chop them."

One-eyed Dragon lectured on, and despite his fierce visage and the eye patch over his missing eye, he effectively projected the sense of a learned man. Professional is the word for it.

One-eyed Dragon had been the helmsman of a Pirate Gang, and when he was assimilated in Londen City, he had around twenty followers with him.

His former underlings were dumbfounded. Their boss had turned into a learned man.

"Damn."

This adventurer, having heard the reasoning, thought it made sense and sounded fair. While convinced by the logic, he quietly asked, "Hey my man, your Black Sail and Doringger part of different factions, right? They ask for one Golden Dragon as an entry fee over there, sounds pretty steep. If you go chop them, can you really manage it?"

At the end of the day, it all came down to power.

Most of Black Sail’s backbone had set sail, leaving few on the island. Swan was among those left, overseeing work as instructed by Fen at that very moment.

Right now, dropping Liszt’s name didn’t seem too effective. His current reputation was far behind Doringger’s.

Fen and Hened had been discussing something at the inn. Anyway, after their discussion, Black Sail’s chances of dominating the East Sea had shot up from thirty percent since the dinner to now sixty percent.

"Do you know who’s holding down the fort for Black Sail now?"

Swan asked abruptly, clearly one of those directors who lacked awareness, striding around everywhere in his cracked Leather Armor.

But the dozens of pirates on the dock looked at him with some respect, greeting him as they passed.

Swan felt quite embarrassed; he was someone who actually disliked being in the spotlight.

"Who?"

The adventurer asked.

"You’ve heard of Hened, haven’t you?"

Swan said calmly.

The adventurers present all took a sharp intake of breath. The Narrow Sea Golden Waters, that held its weight in gold—an old gun among the old guns.

Damn, it was turning into a proper battle between dragons and tigers.

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