Black Sail
Chapter 357: CCCLVII. The Secret of the Tower

Chapter 357: CCCLVII. The Secret of the Tower

Six years ago.

In the northeastern part of the Southern Continent, an economically underdeveloped coastal town with a substantial population.

Fen was accused of treason, first-degree murder, military coup, among a series of charges, and was wanted by the Tower Alliance.

Thus, he was exiled overseas.

Inside a restaurant, Fen’s funds were dwindling, yet he couldn’t stand a simple and plain life; he still spent money like water at a local, relatively expensive dining place.

The noisy ruffians nearby displeased him, even uttering outrageously disrespectful words, completely reckless.

"Emperor is just a singer, huh? If he dares come before me, I’d pull off his hood and smack him in the face."

Liszt, already drunk, wore leather armor yet displayed generosity, ordering good wine and dishes, costing upwards of five silver coins.

The classic trio was carefree inside the restaurant, accompanied by a gang of fierce gangsters, unmistakably genuine bandits.

Previously, they had looted a bandit’s den, acquiring over a hundred Golden Dragons, flaunting massive sums of money with grand arrogance.

Facing the loud clamor of these bandits, many customers in the restaurant had nothing to say, boiling with anger but not daring to speak.

Fen, sticking to the principle of avoiding trouble, put his utensils down, leaving forty copper coins for the meal—a price for a high-standard restaurant, while ordinary street eateries could fill one up for just four to eight copper coins. Having lost all appetite, he planned to leave and try his luck at Extreme Night City in the southernmost tip of the Southern Continent, though he wasn’t sure if he could rely on an old friend there.

"Hey, Glasses, stop right there."

Liszt took a drag from his cigarette; having ample cash, he was now considering financial management, and high-end people needed an accountant. At a glance, Glasses seemed well-educated, moving with grace.

Fen ignored him, leaving the restaurant to find a place to make some money. The casino had plenty of cash; he thought of asking the manager there for ten Golden Dragons to use.

Half an hour later.

Fen managed to find the local casino and skillfully entered the office of the casino manager.

However.

"Buddy, loan me twenty Golden Dragons to use, this boss here, be careful he doesn’t massacre your whole family."

Liszt pointed to Shadi, who had his distinct spiky haircut, wearing earrings and a leather jacket, and coldly spoke to the manager, planning to develop at Heaven Port and still needing capital for buying a ship, at least two to three hundred Golden Dragons.

Fen was dumbfounded.

Liszt turned around.

"Fuck, isn’t this a coincidence?"

Liszt was intrigued.

At this moment.

It was March 5, three days later.

Fen awoke from a nightmare, sitting up abruptly, surveying his surroundings.

This was a high-standard guest room, adorned with processed fluorite ceiling lamps in somber tones, room also lit with tranquilizing and soothing aromatherapy. His fingers touched the bedsheets, made of fine goose down and exquisitely crafted.

The room featured refined oil paintings, top-quality wooden furniture, and beside it... was a Yisu Girl dressed as a maid.

"You’re awake, I’ll go heat some water for you to wash up."

The maid Yisu Girl bent her beast ears, her smile sweet, her black and white maid outfit skirting detailed with lace, exceedingly professional.

This left Fen feeling incredible, puzzled if he had returned to ten years ago? His head yet throbbing, recalling what had happened before he lost consciousness.

Magic... had already begun.

He hadn’t died...

So, it had succeeded?

Fen supported himself on the mattress, stood up, and went to the window to take in the view outside. The vista was incredibly broad, overlooking both the inner and outer parts of Heaven Port.

The sky was clear, a brilliant azure, halfway through the spring season, and temperatures were beginning to warm.

Though Fen had stayed in the East Sea for six years, he had never seen Heaven Port so crowded, busier than New Year’s, already undertaking reconstruction work. Using unicycles, debris from demolished road barriers was continuously removed, damaged roads and buildings were also being repaired, and completely irreparable houses were demolished and rebuilt with explosives.

The debris of shipwrecks along the Bay Shore was also being cleared, innumerable people at work.

Huge ships were also docked at Anchor Bay, teeming with people repairing the completely destroyed sails.

Liszt’s reputation was now evident, already assembled like a "Benevolent King" in the matter of protection fees.

It was necessary to quickly restore the ecosystem, attract foreign investment, and achieve a dual circulation of domestic and international economies.

"What’s the situation now?"

Fen asked the maid.

"This thing... I’m not too sure either. The senior management of our company decided, after allocating a huge sum of money to hire workers, more than half of the residents who had been hiding in the woods for refuge, are now out working."

The maid answered calmly, never expecting to mix into a proper living in Heaven Port.

"Our company?"

Fen had just woken up, trying to grasp the current situation—that meant Black Sail had already moved into the castle and the Sea God, once renovated, would also serve as a mobile fortress.

He let out a long sigh, like a heavily indebted man having his debts suddenly cancelled.

Additionally, was there a need to bring the servants into the company? Whether they were part of the official or unofficial staff, Fen felt anxious just waking up, afraid that those people might mess things up.

The core style of Black Sail, he knew it all too well—chopping down people was easy, anyone could do it, but when it came to a clerical job, troublesome issues, they were likely to make hasty decisions on the fly.

What kind of people were in the board of directors? Mika and Rein were no need to mention, but God knows how Archer, with his brain-dead mind, would vote. Some outrageous resolution might just get passed directly.

How could he manage New Heavenly Port well when surrounded by these pests?

Fen has to take matters into his own hands.

A maid knew nothing.

"Go and call Swan."

Fen thus ordered the maid.

"Who is Swan?"

The maid’s face was innocent; she had taken advantage of Fen during these days of care, being a high-ranking member of Black Sail, knowing he was a way to climb the corporate ladder.

"It’s... a Tiger-man, slim built, never mind... I’ll go myself."

Fen didn’t plan on washing up. He had important things to attend to, pushing open the door of his bedroom.

However, this corridor was like a maze, filled with rooms everywhere.

Despite being transformed by Doringger into a super-luxury manor, formerly the Eastern Expedition Bridgehead, even tens of thousands of people could fit within this castle.

The place was too big, and it was hopeless finding anyone quickly; Black Sail Inn had its small advantages.

But the injured core members had been settled on this floor, and it wasn’t long before Fen saw a woman in disheveled clothing walking out of a room.

Fen didn’t need to think; it must be Mika. He hurried to the door of that room, preventing it from closing with his hand.

Unexpectedly, yet also as reasoned, it was a gray-skinned Zor—a Shadow Messenger from the Thief Guild.

"Uh... you’re awake."

Ben was awkwardly smoking, feeling embarrassed for indulging so early in the afternoon as a hungry ghost, but it was what it was.

"Where is Liszt?"

Fen asked him, concerned about the Netherworld Stele not being on him.

"He’s discussing business with the Dragon."

Ben gave a puzzling answer to Fen.

Dragon?

Fafna? What business could he have with Fafna?

"Speaking of which, Old Wei caught Mo’er yesterday, that Magician named ’Funeral Coffin’ was trying to sneak out to sea, but got caught, it’s really darker than me."

Ben reportedly felt it was darker than him, thinking about Mo’er’s stories involving killing women and children—Gu Yue Mo’er, this dagger of mine, coated with Chunqiu Cicada.

"Also, there’s the secret of the tower, a big event for you to be busy with."

Ben casually mentioned.

"Secret?"

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