Black Sail
Chapter 295: CCXCV. Thousand-Armed Shura

Chapter 295: CCXCV. Thousand-Armed Shura

"The rain keeps falling, oh my heart is so scared, even the person you love most was taken by me NTR."

Ben’s mood was extremely good as he hummed a little tune he had picked up from who knows where, sung in clear and proper Mandarin Chinese with a pleasing rhyme.

In fact, Ben had no idea what the lyrics meant.

He didn’t understand NTR, but he knew how important the stuff in his head was.

Slap!

A towel whacked him on the head.

"Pay more attention when you work."

Old Wei rebuked him—the Black Sail Inn was too crowded today. Although there was an office at the docks, many incoming gold seekers still preferred to register at the inn for thoroughness.

The significant meaning behind Doringger’s strategic fee of one Golden Dragon was not only to attract strong individuals but also a gambit within a gambit—a strategy to pit one against another.

Compared to Liszt, Doringger was more wary of external forces.

By that time, if the gold seekers were all by Liszt’s side, and considering Liszt’s rule over the East Sea wasn’t as strong as his own,

It was clear he planned to throw Liszt under the bus by ostensibly putting all the ragtag gold seekers under his control and drawing the fire to him.

For now, it was still early days, and those who had arrived were individual investors aiming for the first pot of gold. When the organized wolf packs arrived, that’s when Liszt would truly suffer.

No matter who bit whom, Doringger would profit from the situation. His confidence was sky-high, believing he alone could suppress the East Sea.

Mo’er watched the bustling scene outside from the castle tower with a cold sneer. Just registration and recording—was it necessary to take it so seriously? In the end, who the gold seekers would pay tribute to was still up for debate, shortsightedness indeed.

Inside the first floor of the inn.

Ben’s Depression Blade Technique, Thai Warning, and meager cremation skills were well honed. There would come a day when he would put Old Beden in his place, securing his own status above him.

Ben, utterly insane! As a double agent of the Great Thief Guild, the Pangolin is here—don’t push me to bring out a hand grenade to blow you up, Old Beden.

That’s what he wanted to think, but he didn’t dare to openly show anger towards Old Wei—this old guy was way too fierce.

Among those coming in to register, there were quite a few women.

Taking advantage of Old Wei going backstage, Ben got the itch. After all, he had also sworn allegiance to Liszt and was part of the initial group—seizing a little privilege wasn’t too much to ask for.

As a shady character, he naturally wasn’t good at pursuing women. Before, having Golden Dragons was a good enough reason; now, he needed another clever plan.

"Sister, come with me to the back alley, help a brother out. I promise to introduce you to the best resources. From now on, I’ve got you covered in this area."

Ben tried to come off as profound, leaning on the door frame, speaking to one of the more attractive female adventurers—her title teetering between rookie and silver-level, the bottom-tier female adventurers, many of whom were half trading, half adventuring, could be considered airborne, world-roaming paratroopers.

The female adventurer gave him a once-over. A Dark Elf? Or just a gray-skinned Zor, average-looking, ears missing a hole, or maybe a scar-faced man.

If Shadi’s looks could be described as the flooding of the Three Gorges, then Ben’s looks could only be likened to a urine test sample.

"I don’t really mind that stuff, but with you, I just can’t make myself do it," she said.

The female adventurer was indifferent to such matters and surveyed the other people in the inn, thinking that if she were to strike a deal, it had to be with someone more appealing.

Discovering that the woman was searching for another target,

Ben almost spat blood. Hey, do you know who I am? I am someone who can influence the world’s events. Just by revealing the affairs of Doringger’s household, even the Emperor would show me some respect. How unappreciative.

Thus, he achieved artistry.

The most wild in Gotham City, the busiest in the circus, the joker in the deck of cards, carrying dinosaurs and wolves, carry carry carry.

"Cheesy Ben."

Fafna nibbled on a cookie like a hamster, with crumbs all around her mouth, "Ben is Zhou Ke’er."

Now that the core members of Black Sail had left, Goria wasn’t around, and Caroso was holed up in his room all day delving into some mysterious matters.

Fafna was completely free, with Old Wei as her temp guardian. There was no point in expecting someone of Old Wei’s age to scold Fafna: she was absolutely coddled, too precious to risk harm.

She had become utterly lawless.

"What are you butting in for? Go chill over there."

Ben was really at a loss for words. Could someone please take care of this crazy girl? What had these pirates done with the child, turning her into this and just letting her run around?

Caroso mainly believed that Fafna now possessed the means to protect herself, which might be an understatement – she no longer needed to be watched over every day; she had to grow up and stand on her own.

Ben’s gaze shifted away from Fafna and swept over to a few individuals.

Hmm?

Ben was an old hand in these matters, and his ability to judge people was not to be underestimated. Skilled in disguise, he could recognize the facial features characteristic of each nation’s people by heart; thousands of faces, hundreds of personalities, he could imitate them all.

These few people stood out because they looked too damn Lostra, with their hook noses, high cheekbones, thin lips, and pronounced laugh lines.

At first, Ben didn’t care, but he noticed these people seemed to be staring at Fafna, and when they realized Ben was looking their way...

It was too natural!

Overly natural!

Those few people sensed his gaze, but instead of averting their eyes from Fafna, they were whispering crude language to each other, as if they had merely spotted a pretty girl and were making lewd comments.

But it was precisely this naturalness that put Ben on high alert. The Iron Soul Island of the New Continent was all abuzz with activity, and it wasn’t surprising for Lostra adventurers to hurry over.

Either they were indeed ordinary Gold Seekers, or there was a damn big problem. Such psychological quality and adaptability suggested they were bona fide high-level agents.

People from Lostra had arrived.

"Ben, I am Zhou Ke’er."

Fafna, unconcerned, continued to munch away on biscuits like a hamster, reaching into her backpack, which turned out to be stuffed entirely with cookies.

Ben was stupefied. Just how much do you like biscuits, damn it? Don’t you know there’s trouble?

But Ben wasn’t certain whether they were here for the Dragon Lady.

After finishing his tasks backstage, Old Wei noticed something was off with Ben.

"What’s wrong?"

Old Wei asked.

"I need to go upstairs for a bit, tell that four-eyes — there might be trouble."

Ben whispered. It was a tough situation. With the core members of the Black Sail dispersed, if these people really were here for the Dragon, and things escalated, could Old Wei handle it?

Meanwhile, the Lostra Dragon Seeking Team members consisted of...

Nine high-level agents and a bona fide Hall-level adventurer wearing a mask, who was quite renowned and couldn’t show his face.

Known in the martial world as the Thousand-Armed Shura, he was a master of Fighting Skills, unmatched in his generation.

Fen, hearing Ben’s warning from upstairs, took it very seriously and came down to assess the situation.

Indeed, these individuals looked like Lostra people, but there were many others from there too; this group was just one among many.

Shortly, the Thousand-Armed Shura and his team queued up at the Black Sail Trading Company to register for a trip to the New Continent in search of riches.

They claimed they were a Gold-level Adventure Group from Lostra, bringing along their guild Identity Cards, hoping that Black Sail would provide them with good resources.

After the negotiation concluded, there were no slip-ups.

"I’m just speculating here. Their gaze on Fafna doesn’t sit right with me; I don’t know if they’ve noticed anything. Fafna should look like an ordinary person right now; I’m not sure if there’s a problem."

Ben explained to Fen.

"We need to stay highly vigilant."

Fen frowned deeply. Her conversation with Hened had given her a boost of confidence, but there were plenty more hurdles ahead.

"Should we take action? I could kill everyone here."

The Thousand-Armed Shura whispered to an intelligence officer.

"No rush, we haven’t confirmed the target yet. We’ll stay undercover for a while."

The intelligence officer replied. They were originally there as Sentinels to confirm the situation, and once it was ascertained, they would signal... the main forces.

The Lostra army, capable of even wrestling with the Emperor.

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