Black Sail
Chapter 356: CCCLVI. Grand Funeral

Chapter 356: CCCLVI. Grand Funeral

[Holy Spirit Calendar 2690, March 2nd.]

[East Sea Domain, Heavenly Port, heavy rain turning to light rain.]

[Doringger, deceased.]

Celeste wrote in the logbook as the drizzle dotted the paper; then she closed the book.

Following that terrible chasm, Celeste had rushed over first.

Then came Archer, who drew in a cold breath as he looked at Liszt’s body, which resembled a charred corpse, still smoking.

"Captain... has passed away! I’ve told you time and again not to mess with that New Heavenly Port. You had to make such a scene, and now Doringger’s dead, and so you leave us! He was my captain! I will take care of his funeral arrangements; I’m the boss of Heavenly Port, I am Archer! Brother Li, may you rest in peace!"

Archer prepared to go back and call people to take care of Liszt’s body, both men having died standing up.

All the others were injured, with only a few, including Caroso and other members of the Holy Spirit Sect, as well as Ernie, rushing over one after another, all shocked by the gash that ran from Bay Shore to this spot, scarcely able to imagine its intensity.

And with such urgency, Mika, responsible for post-battle trauma care, as well as Rein with his severed left arm, had no choice but to set out, even the government officers, with their scholarly appearance, and Lu Chen had arrived here too.

"Liszt... has actually died. From now on, this square will be named Rein Square!"

Rein realized that he was now the shareholder of the strongest company in the entire East Sea, with several fish farms and many industries all serving him alone; how could such fortune be small?

Liszt, who was not yet dead, almost died again when he heard these words. The reason he stood motionless was that he was waiting for his injuries to slowly heal, but his body was severely overtaxed, his limbs and internal organs scorched black by spell power, recovering extremely slowly.

At that moment, Liszt coughed up a mouthful of black blood, full of charcoal debris.

"He’s not dead?"

Mika stepped forward slowly, checking the situation. Indeed, Liszt was still alive, while Doringger was truly dead.

"You two, quickly prepare a stretcher."

Mika ordered two nearby pirates.

"Stretcher, eggs tray..."

Liszt’s cheeks were burned through, revealing a grim white jawbone, but for the moment, he didn’t know what orders to give.

Doringger was gone to Heaven; what was to be done next? The Thief Guild, Aran’s train chase team—come to think of it, Liszt had never been to the famous places on the Western Continent, like Beima Duchy’s western great barrier, the largest freshwater lake oasis in the Vadinia Desert, or the islands floating above the West Sea.

But that did not matter.

He would use all his strength to scour the entire world to find the person who had left him with scars and the instigator of everything seven years ago, that... Magician whose name he still did not know even now.

However, the most pressing matter was the settlement of the injured, the compensation for his own side’s dead, building a memorial cemetery to commemorate this day. Since he was in this position, he needed to consider these things.

Sometimes, symbolic meaning is far more important than practical significance.

Next would be the liquidation and filing of the spoils of war and all financial assets, the equity of so many Allies, as well as the post-war reconstruction of Heavenly Port, and finally, the development of the undeveloped areas of the island; Iron Soul Island had its work cut out for it.

Over ninety percent of Heavenly Port was still a primeval forest; one couldn’t expect too much from the production level of the Age of Exploration. Since Mo Yutong and Lu Chen were here, and he was more or less the Heavenly Father of the Atomic Heart Church, he may as well initiate some technology to turn this place into the East Sea CBD, the World’s Edge Sleepless City, a bona fide social media hotspot.

"Lord Dor, tsk," one of Taylor’s subordinates also arrived on the scene, looking at Doringger’s body standing in the rain, "You’ve taken good care of us over the years."

East Sea had long suffered from water extraction; today, it was finally over, and he was ready to deliver a harsh blow by beheading him.

Rein had the same idea and said, "In my opinion, we should hang him at Heavenly Port Pier, let him dry out for ten days and ten nights to show East Sea has changed hands."

Rein nodded, considering this a brilliant idea.

"No need for sun-drying; after cleaning up here, let’s give Doringger a grand burial, make it look good."

Liszt said so, as civilized people should transfer power in a civilized way.

Everyone was a bit shocked.

"What the fuck, a grand burial? Are we going to hold a funeral ceremony, too?"

Rein didn’t know what to say. To be honest, this was fucking fierce. To die standing there was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

"A fucking funeral with eggs, Lord Dor died a noble death. At sea, it’s considered a joyful funeral. We’ll need Archer to pull out all the stops to reward the soldiers."

Liszt’s burnt flesh was still oozing blood.

"So that’s it. Wait for the residents who went to Iron Soul Island or took refuge in the woods to come back. I’ll look for the queen of the streetwalkers at Heavenly Port. That’s the real reward. How can it be called a joyful funeral without a performance by the dancing lady?"

Mika said as such.

"Why the hell would a funeral have dancing ladies, you bastard?"

Celeste’s beautiful eyes were blank.

"Isn’t it always like this?"

Archer’s entire view of the world was shattered. This had always been the way at Heavenly Port. The chaotic graves in the woods behind had buried countless pirates. There were definitely no high-end wood coffins involved, mainly because clergy wouldn’t come to this godforsaken place. They’d only bring a dancing lady to symbolize the tribute and, by the way, get a quick one in.

Liszt felt like he was having a stroke. He completely lost consciousness and was about to fall to the ground when Celeste steadily supported him, her hands and sleeves of her tight outfit all covered in blood seeping out of the burnt flesh.

"Shit, got too excited there."

Mika didn’t know what to do with this burnt person. Waiting for the stretcher to come, they would apply some burn ointment and bandage him up, and this tough guy should be alright.

At Bay Shore.

The news of the end of the war had also spread to the Twelfth Legion, which had already been paralyzed at the edge of the outer city. Among the people brought by Liszt’s allies, of course, there were those who understood New Trauma Science and New Pharmacology. Even if they weren’t experts, they could handle emergency treatment with no problem.

A gathering of wounded and spent soldiers all took shelter from the rain under the ruins of collapsed walls, lacking the strength to stand up after letting out that breath.

"Fuck, this place looks too evil."

Wolman smoked a cigarette, shivering with cold, weak beyond measure, multiple knife wounds, scale armor shattered, bombarded by naval artillery, and the commotion caused by Doringger lifting the floorboards. He had nearly been beaten to half-death.

Fortunately, it was all over. Shadi Swan’s bunch of cavemen were also half-dead. He looked at Ox, who was slumped behind a rock in the rain, wondering if the guy would ever walk again. Wolman doubted it.

"What are you laughing at? It’s fucking creepy."

Wolman puffed clouds of smoke, looking at Claude beside him. This guy must’ve lost his mind.

Claude didn’t reply. Dealing with the East Sea, suppressing the remnants, after this... Beima Duchy was not quiet. As for the new ruler, other nations were happy to support them. With the current situation, they might be appeased.

"Nothing."

Claude naturally kept his mouth shut.

Chuan Che thought he was a retarded sucker and hadn’t rushed over at the last moment to fight. That battle wasn’t even human.

Ben, known as a shady figure, a Kryptonian, generally called Little Doringger, was the fringe of fringe figures, giving Doringger a run for his money from eight hundred miles away.

Seeing the situation was settled, the two came over to wander around.

"Fucking awesome, bro."

Ben clicked his tongue in wonder, having actually succeeded, he had made a great contribution.

"Oh, right, that Magician with glasses is still in the woods over there, don’t know if he’s dead, and there are two women."

Chuan Che mentioned in passing.

"Why the fuck didn’t you say so earlier?"

Wolman wanted to slap this fucker. General Fen was learned in both literature and martial arts, versed not only in Magic Technique but also in architecture and economics. A real understander. If he’s gone, the reconstruction work will progress at least half as slow.