Black Sail
Chapter 321: CCCXXI. Death Omen

Chapter 321: CCCXXI. Death Omen

February 3.

SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, navigating the return route to Heaven Port.

Liszt had begun to trust Taylor’s subordinates; perhaps Taylor had said something to them in private, as those fellows were highly obedient to him.

A brutal anxiety haunted Liszt’s heart incessantly; he felt a lack of security, not because he feared death, but because he dreaded that his unfinished business would be trapped in an eternal standstill.

He had Haywood stay on the Fuma Keqing, as he had an extremely ominous premonition.

"Look what I found? Didn’t expect you had the habit of writing."

Celeste held a letter sealed with wax, which had just fallen out of Liszt’s clothes and she picked up, seeing the words on the envelope.

Her originally laughing face suddenly stiffened.

There were already twenty or thirty cigarette butts on the floor.

"This is none of your business."

Liszt snatched back the envelope; he was not prematurely scared, it was just that he had to take this step and keep a fallback plan.

"Don’t worry, I’ll protect you and won’t let you die."

Celeste sat on the combination conference table, chess table, and dining table used by the core members. The surrounding walls were full of marks from sword slashes.

But this long table was of very high grade, made of top-tier solid wood, one-piece, without any joints, incredibly incongruous.

She had already gained Liszt’s trust; how could she throw it all away before collecting all the information? Liszt could not die before them, as Black Sail would turn chaotic and both the Dragon and the Stele would disappear.

"Fuck, you didn’t fall in love with me, did you?"

Liszt thought it wasn’t impossible; he was damn handsome, only too proud to admit it. Otherwise, he would have been invited by the Empress of Aran herself for a deep conversation, even become the Emperor, as well as the leader of the Astalia Family. How glorious that would be.

"Who knows? You’ve got decent assets."

Celeste made a bombshell statement and spotted a stack of warrants on a low cabinet—all of them were for Black Sail’s core members. These guys must be quite narcissistic, probably as a warning to remind these desperados to stay alert.

She had investigated everyone before coming; this crew was indeed formidable.

"So, you’re a hooligan now, spying on me?"

Liszt definitely knew what Celeste meant by ’assets.’

"Uh... it’s just that you are too conspicuous, a mere glance was all it took, you’re the pervert, okay?"

Celeste was at a loss for words.

"God, protect me, I even covered for you once in the underground palace."

Liszt was not in the mood for idle chatter, or else he would have dealt with Celeste on the spot.

"That was force majeure; I don’t have practical experience dealing with that kind of guy either. Want to give it a try?"

Celeste invited Liszt to spar, stretching her limbs, her neck cracking like snapping beans, eager to try.

She wanted to test how powerful he was without using the Junlin Sword.

Moreover, this man was truly amazing, able to control such an Evil Curse Device, with too many secrets on him.

"Forget it."

Liszt was really not in the mood; his original plan was to use the New Continent by April, gradually growing stronger through manipulation.

He hadn’t expected the New Continent to be in such a situation.

This place was extremely valuable, but the good merchandise was all in the hands of a dragon named Garscek.

The New Continent had lost its appeal; external forces wouldn’t be too aggressive. Ideally, the murkier the water, the better; through continuously accumulating small advantages in a chaotic battle, they could eventually swallow Doringger.

He believed his luck had hit rock bottom; not once had Lady Luck favored him, only through using every trick in the book could he turn a desperate situation around.

He left the navigation room and stepped out onto the deck.

The sky was clear, the sun blindingly bright, without a cloud in sight.

The current crew were all new faces; the original crew members were now managing things at Heaven Port. The newly hired helmsman and sailor were very professional.

Without Rein and others lifting a finger, they could smoothly sail back to Heaven Port.

"About how much longer until we arrive?"

Liszt asked the helmsman,

"Day after tomorrow at noon, latest by evening."

The helmsman replied respectfully, having heard the rumors about Liszt, especially the recent incident where he drove away a dragon, which was making a lot of noise. One could say he was almost divine.

Although Liszt indicated that it wasn’t really like that, people only believed what they wanted to.

"You feel like everyone on your ship is on edge."

Celeste had also come to the deck. Wherever Liszt went, she followed, mainly to close the gap in their relationship.

"Sailing, you know, is not like what you folks from the inland experience. We spend ten months of the year on the ship, which makes us quite different from normal people."

Liszt wasn’t even in the mood to flirt despite being surrounded by the grand fleet of Fuma Keqing; he still felt heavily threatened.

"But this isn’t just ordinary edginess."

Celeste frowned deeply.

"It’s the pressure, Masne."

"Your Neon language is quite good."

"Very good image, it makes my bow tie spin."

Rein and two others were looking through stuff bought from a Gold Seeker, something they seldom did—the so-called Adventurer’s Goddess Handbook.

Given its old edition, Mika even spotted Goria in it.

"What a wonderful woman, such a shame Liszt ruined her."

Mika felt it was unfair for Goria, then he thought that it had been a long time since he last saw her, and Meredith too. Damn it, Liszt must be keeping them hidden in a house, indulging in debaucheries.

"Is it necessary to go to such lengths?"

Celeste posed a thought-provoking question instead of watching those three idiots, clearly because of the previous letter. Liszt was really frightened; he could just turn around now and head for the Southern Continent or the Western Continent, find a small country, and live a life of wealth unnoticed.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying."

Liszt was gradually getting tired of Celeste’s probing questions. Even if she was a beauty, she was getting too clingy.

"Pirates usually quit once they earn enough money, you’ve made so much, it’s time to change careers. Even if you killed Doringger, the East Sea is still not peaceful, you have enough on your plate, just the threats from Aran are no less dangerous than Doringger."

Celeste was determined to fish out some information; there would be plenty of opportunities to interact now, but once back in Heaven Port, apart from seduction, there wouldn’t be many chances to approach Liszt.

Liszt tried to end this topic.

But just then.

"Something’s not right."

Haywood noticed something unusual about the sea condition ahead and approached Liszt. He had the intuition of the Demon Clan.

"What’s not right?"

Liszt was also extremely tense.

At that moment, the lookout stationed on the sail, after lowering his telescope, doubted if he was seeing things, rubbed his eyes, and wiped the lens with an alcohol swab, continuing to look ahead.

"An island! There’s an island ahead!"

The lookout nimbly flipped down to the deck through the ropes, reporting to Liszt.

"Where did an island come from on this route?"

Liszt felt bewildered.

Meanwhile, Taylor’s subordinate, the captain of the sail battleship, also realized something was off and began using flag signals to direct a lightweight patrol boat to go check out the situation ahead.

Liszt had a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

The water shimmered crisply, the wind howled fiercely.

Immediately.

He thought of something, his back and forehead already drenched with sweat.

"Order them to retract that command! All to turn the helm left! Change to face the wind angle! We must avoid that... island!"

Liszt nearly roared furiously.

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