Black Sail
Chapter 320: CCCXX. Dragon Clan Identification

Chapter 320: CCCXX. Dragon Clan Identification

February 2nd.

Due to the completely deranged Diaz, who had lost his reason, it was full-blown madness.

He resorted to using someone else to do his dirty work.

In the great train heist, the mugshots of every core member of Black Sail were flying all over Aran.

That same day, Old Aran of Upper Three Flags was robbed, and although those horse bandits were masked, revealing only the upper half of their faces, those with distinctive features were directly recognized.

Liszt, Morison, both were conclusively identified, and by extension, all the key members were on the most-wanted list.

Whether it was public opinion, the threat from domestic anti-imperialists, or even the vested interests of the entire railway infrastructure, everything was of paramount importance.

The Alan Royal Court, the central government, faced extremely high pressure.

Although the special case team had been established a while ago, this time the funding was maxed out, and it became a gathering of experts. Because the mastermind, Liszt, was still found in the sealed archives, and now his reputation had skyrocketed, even slapping the face of the public execution nine years ago.

His audacity reached its peak, showing no regard for the Emperor, and a heavy hand was necessary.

Zahak, who had once been dispatched to East Shore and had crossed paths with Black Sail, was sent to assist, promoted from Lieutenant to Colonel.

He must succeed and not fail, even if it meant turning the East Sea upside down, they must bring Liszt back to Aran for public execution.

Now he was officially recognized as a century’s notorious outlaw.

And the Aran government was also searching for the source of the information leak, with the Thief Guild facing severe consequences.

However, Diaz was fearless due to the decentralized management style, which only made it harder for anyone to find the culprits; at best, they could clean up a few hideouts.

And in Aran’s New City Industrial District,

Tall black factories towered, the sky overcast, huge chimneys belching billows of black smoke, the steel structures cold and imposing, dust overflowing, the noise of machinery never ceasing, even the sound of power stations, no end in sight.

Although outsiders didn’t know, and none of the Ivy League students who came from Earth knew,

the person in charge of the Dark Matter Underground Research Institute, who had even participated in the Cold War, was once at the forefront of academia, a top-secret figure, standing at the pinnacle, esteemed even by the head of the Department of Defense, above and beyond, a true Divine leading all domains, controlling everything in New City.

He alone was an embodiment of all of Earth’s accumulated wisdom, indicating a full-scale technology explosion.

Here, the local apartments in the district were not like those in the Imperial City, heavenly above ground, but rather cold Khrushchev-style pigeonholes, with rectangular and dense windows.

Sharon, on January 21st, during a ceremony of the Eternal Sect, was introduced as a Priest by Chief Priest Marcus and assigned as the person in charge of the New City Industrial District. Here she would preach to the workers, oversee pilgrimages, boost the Sect’s influence, and give the Emperor... something to think about.

They wanted the Alan Royal Court to know that no matter how much it developed, the Dragon Lord still had the final say.

Sharon was already overwhelmed with the situation here, Mu Ran was certainly dead, and the scale of the New City Industrial District was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

Many things that would be considered cutting-edge even on Earth already had their prototypes, and someone much stronger than Mu Ran was manipulating everything from behind.

She did not dare to delve too deep.

Thanks to her smart judgment, Sharon, since coming to this world, had barely come into contact with bloody combat, and Marcus, knowing she was an outsider, kept it secret.

It seemed due to some "Dragon Lord’s True Prophecy" that she was assigned here, an arduous and thankless job.

Although she had the Sect as her backing, Sharon no longer trusted those people; she felt like a critical pawn among the Sect’s upper echelon.

She was originally waiting for Liszt to take her to Heaven Port, but after seeing the recent newspapers, she worried about Liszt’s situation; now a criminal of world notoriety, could he really withstand the external and internal troubles?

With the special task force pursuing Liszt from the train heist case, Sharon felt she needed to do something, at the very least distract them, delaying their progress.

Inside the apartment building.

Sharon looked out the window at the flow of steel, Marcus had said she could turn to him with any difficulties. He was very confident, any problem, as long as Sharon spoke up, Marcus could solve it, and he had considerable power within the Sect.

At this point, she could only take a gamble to see if he could truly solve all troubles.

She immediately wrote a letter, sending it to Marcus, arranging a meeting time and place.

At the same moment,

In the distant East Sea, in the Inner City of Heaven Port, in the Black Sail Inn.

Qi Li and Wen Kui kept reporting victories.

This allowed Fen to breathe a sigh of relief. It had cut off most of Doringger’s reinforcements. Now the only remaining uncertainties were whether the Yisu Country navy would come, whether Doringger had other military islands with garrisons, and then there was the mobile fortress.

Once these three hidden dangers were eliminated, there would be no problems at all.

"These days, there are fewer and fewer gold seekers coming, Liszt hasn’t returned yet, but Doringger has already made his way back home. Something feels off."

Claude, who had recently married, had also stayed at the inn all this time, offering advice and strategy. Now with a family and settled in Heaven Port, he was fully dedicated to taking down Doringger.

"The gold seekers are dwindling because the conflict between Liszt and Doringger has spread. Those people aren’t fools; they know that a clash between the titans is coming and don’t want to get caught up in the turmoil."

The Female Archer, Violet, took a drag of her cigarette, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Liszt still hasn’t come back..."

Swan was also extremely anxious. Doringger had left earlier and had already returned, but they had no idea where Liszt was dawdling.

"Don’t worry, Doringger wouldn’t dare to make a move. Even if he did defeat us, he would be severely weakened and unable to deal with the external forces eyeing the New Continent hungrily."

Fen still believed that Doringger wouldn’t dare to act in the short term and hadn’t seen any signs of him mobilizing military forces.

Archer knew something big was coming, so he hadn’t been drinking much these past days—only two jin a day, sipping sparingly.

In a sober state, he had a habit of pretending to be knowledgeable.

"Is it possible that the reason Doringger hasn’t made a move is that he thinks he can easily... exterminate us?"

Archer spoke at an inappropriate moment.

It made everyone from the Seven Martial Seas, Gawain and Weber, feel uneasy, wondering what sins they had committed to be lured to this wretched place by pirates and forced to play the pitiful ghost hovering on the edge of life and death, dying in the streets, their bodies left to decay in the wilderness.

Morison couldn’t take it anymore.

Things were becoming too complicated day by day. He had come to Black Sail to live his life, and now his life was in such a state, constantly on a knife-edge. It was time for a resolution.

"Here’s what we’ll do—I have a brilliant idea."

Morison spoke with an unusual seriousness.

Fen lifted his hand, signaling for him to continue.

"All of you stay in the inn, and I will deal with Doringger and all his cronies alone."

Morison belonged to an organization.

In that organization, a member only did one thing in their lifetime.

Aside from the unknown task, their life was free until called upon by fate at an unknown future time.

Although that time hadn’t come, Morison didn’t mind pushing himself to the utmost intensity.

The most wonderful sound is silence.

And the greatest illusion is the sun.

He was prepared to sweep through the castle in a quarter-hour.

To assist the abstract Captain in seizing the position of East Sea Sovereign.

Living each day should be a howl of joy, not a face of mourning. Play with the singer then.

Fen’s eyes narrowed slightly, underestimating Morison’s resolve; the one most loyal to Liszt turned out to be him? Perhaps for other reasons.

Although it didn’t sound like a joke coming from him, the plan sounded somewhat naive.

At that moment.

Caroso came up from the first floor along the staircase.

"They’ve arrived."

Four simple words, strong and forceful.

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