Black Sail
Chapter 332: CCCXXXII. The King’s Return

Chapter 332: CCCXXXII. The King’s Return

March 2nd.

The so-called gold rush in the New Continent had quickly been eclipsed by the turmoil in the East Sea.

Gold seekers had all headed to Iron Soul Island to seek refuge and explore.

The entire East Sea had become a meat grinder, a scene no trading company dared to get involved in.

Compared to the unruly wildlings of the East Sea, even the Triad Gang onshore had a chasm of difference.

Inside the castle of Heaven Port.

Doringger had indeed received the news, all the forces deployed in the East Sea, along with external reinforcements, had been mobilized, but four fishing islands had yet to be recaptured.

Fen, acting as the steward of Heaven Port, had gone completely mad, Liszt’s original budget was twenty thousand Golden Dragons, but under the terrifying expenditure of the past half month, it had bottomed out.

Liszt had no clue, adding to the budget was a major decision, needing approval from two-thirds of the people.

But it couldn’t be that rigid anymore, this was a battle for survival, Fen had overstepped and allocated another twenty thousand Golden Dragons, distributing two-thirds of the company’s money.

Now it wasn’t just the pirates.

Local adventure groups in Heaven Port who hunted sea beasts around the area also took to the seas, for great rewards come great heroes, setting sail to support Qi Liwenkui and his team.

Diaz clearly hadn’t expected Liszt to be such a domineering figure. Before Liszt had fully waged war with Doringger, Diaz had sent a letter his way, giving Liszt a warning and asking Doringger to hand over Liszt.

Due to the chaos and the blocked environment of the East Sea, the letter had only arrived a few days ago.

As of now, Liszt was not someone Doringger could just hand over, not by a long shot.

"Also made enemies with the Thief Guild, seized money from the Aran Train, along with other people’s investments, once famous in the Northern Realm..."

Even Mo’er was feeling uneasy now, they couldn’t delay another moment. Unexpectedly, they had lost at sea, the military forces on the garrison island and those outsiders were all useless, and lately, there had been absolutely no news in the search for the Sea God.

Horace, a group of Peak Competition Captains, Captain of the Dead Lord, guests in the castle, living gods, and the castle guards selected by Doringger from the entire East Sea, were all top experts.

Everyone was restless.

There were many concerns on this side, the Sea God was nowhere to be seen, further injuries would be dangerous, and it was extremely risky for Liszt to return with his people.

But there was no more time.

Now.

It was time to determine success or failure.

Doringger’s brow furrowed, he lifted his hand.

The gesture was clear.

And at this moment.

Inside the Black Sail Inn.

A severe internal conflict had erupted.

There was a move to break away.

Mo Yutong watched as the forces assembled by Liszt were on the verge of splintering into factions, and as a woman, she was powerless, her voice and presence couldn’t overpower these... murderers.

"I understand it’s a time of life or death, I just want to know, where exactly is Liszt?"

Wolman returned with a mighty army, but faced an extremely awkward situation since the highest decision-maker of Black Sail was unaccounted for.

A month ago.

Over there, Doringger had set up a departure ceremony, Liszt was likely... killed.

Fen had already hidden the injured Fuma Keqing in an uninhabited bay in the New Continent, doing his best to prevent the news from leaking.

Wolman didn’t want to ask this, it was the pressure, he brought not only the rebel party but even the scar-faced woman seeking a debt settlement, Lu Chen, and some people from the Great Wetland.

It was a formidable force, they needed this answer.

After bringing people over, Liszt had disappeared without a trace, not even any news for two weeks, only that the castle’s security became increasingly strict.

The brutal anxiety was almost driving people mad.

"He’ll be back soon."

Fen said words he himself didn’t believe.

Archer had been driven half-mad during this time, always alert that something big was coming, constantly sober, which left him somewhat delirious.

However, these were minor issues.

The most important quarrel was about the first withdrawal of twenty thousand Golden Dragons because two-thirds of the people approved it, and then another twenty thousand was taken out—Fen’s forceful order.

These people each had their own plans, where there’s money, there’s a way out. In times of chaos, the iron law of Black Sail—whomever runs dies—didn’t operate with its usual efficiency, meaning if things went south, everyone could take their share and flee far away.

Fen went all in, spending two-thirds of the funds, cutting off everyone’s way out, forcing everyone to make a final stand here.

"Now is not the time to discuss this; my jail mates are also about to arrive at the dock. It’s a sure win—there’s no need to turn it into this."

Hened spoke leisurely; young people are just too impatient.

"When do we make a move? I see more and more people gathering outside Doringger Castle and that castle is tough to crack. When the Emperor withdrew his army, even the joint forces of the Far East Islands couldn’t breach it. The longer we wait, the smaller our chance of winning, and then we’ll lose another twenty thousand Golden Dragons. Do you intend to throw all the money into a bottomless pit?"

Morison didn’t care about money, but now, his forty thousand Golden Dragons had been used in such a manner—without even scoring a single bite of vegetables. Continuing to pour funds into a bottomless pit, eighty to ninety thousand dollars all wasted—that would be an utter disaster, everyone would go to hell.

Fen was also pondering; he had presumed Liszt was dead by now. Now, the members of Black Sail were very dissatisfied with his position as the first officer. If he continued to drag this out with Doringger and kept throwing money away, even if Doringger didn’t kill him, these red-eyed guys would certainly skin him alive.

His gaze swept over the crowded second floor of the inn, spotting Mo Yutong and Izumi, Gawain, and other adventurers, including five high order clergy of the Holy Spirit Church like Caroso, as well as the scar-faced woman he had met in the Great Wetland who had brought capable fighters.

To be honest, these people were not enough.

The castle’s defenders were not of this caliber.

Even if they joined forces with Taylor and another smuggler boss, it still wouldn’t be enough.

Land battles were a thousand times more dangerous than sea battles.

Previously, during the New Year’s dinner in January, I visited the castle, a massive fortress that could likely accommodate tens of thousands.

"Wait for Hened’s jail mates, and Liszt’s... brother, to arrive, and we’ll make our move immediately. Liszt told me he has a sure-win strategy, just follow this plan."

Fen fabricated a lie he didn’t believe himself, but it was his only shot.

"A sure-win strategy, that is indeed interesting."

A female voice came from near the window.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to this uninvited guest.

She was a very tall woman, over two meters tall, dressed in the most fashionable Duguli tailored trench coat, wearing sunglasses, her long black hair shining with a dark purple luster.

Everyone was highly on guard.

"No need to be so nervous, I’m a friend of Liszt, just came to check on the situation."

Garscek thought things should have ended by now, surprised that they haven’t even started fighting. She intended to watch and plot with the winning side for power.

The atmosphere inside the inn was livelier than the dreary Doringger Castle, though it was lively with a deadly seriousness.

Everyone was bewildered.

Meanwhile,

Inside the castle.

Doringger was just about to give the order to attack.

However,

A member of the castle guards urgently reported,

"Lord Dor... The Sea God... has returned!"