Black Sail
Chapter 359: CCCLIX. Evil Dungeon

Chapter 359: CCCLIX. Evil Dungeon

Fen glanced at the grand main city building, with a platform that boasted an open-air swimming pool on top of the building, just below the main tower. The white spire was quite spectacular.

What secret could there be that even those peddling broken shoes had come?

Twenty minutes later.

There were too many rooms inside the main city building, of various uses: tea rooms, wine cell rooms, ballrooms, parlors for chess and cards, reception lounges, banquet halls, training rooms for cultivating one’s temperament, kitchens, and servant bedrooms, as well as places like storerooms.

More complex than a maze, one couldn’t figure it out without living there for ten days to half a month.

In one of the wine rooms of the city building.

Doringger had hired professional interior designers, so it goes without saying that the frequently visited and spacious areas were top-notch in functionality, while the relatively smaller rooms were also not bad, with color coordination, home furnishings, and lighting all carefully considered.

The glass was clear, the oranges glorious.

Slowly, summer was approaching.

A light breeze blew, fluttering the gauze curtains by the windows, as Rein gazed out at the scenery of Heaven Port.

Then, he lowered his head to look at his left hand, hanging with an iron hook, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"Is there really no heating or humidifying function?"

Rein asked Celeste this question.

The band from the Seventh Amendment stated that where they were from, people missing arms and legs were a dime a dozen, and they specialized in that area. The mass-produced mechanical prosthetic arms were ready and easy to use upon settling in. A pointed cone at the end inserted into the stump, connecting consciousness with magic energy, allowing movement at will.

Ban himself was already wearing one, puffing on a cigarette inside the wine room. The mass-produced prosthetic came with some very basic arcane magic, like Magic Missiles and Fireball Techniques. That was all, though. Powered by Demon Crystals, their power was not to be exaggerated, but nobody was asking for a self-propelled bicycle here.

Liszt was currently preoccupied with many matters, preparing to finalize all business within a week so he could send his subordinates back to the Western Continent with news, while he himself planned to stay as the head of the Seventh Amendment’s East Sea division.

Rein wasn’t impressed by the mass-produced versions, only official technology would suffice, just like with cannons; everyone knew the difference between shoddy, home-made cannons, and government-issued artillery.

Celeste had already laid all of her cards on the table with Liszt, and they met with open honesty.

She directly stated that their visit was for Fafna.

But the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Lost was Alan’s main adversary, while Liszt and Alan were sworn enemies, which was something they had in common.

Moreover, the essence of Fafna was that it was the property of the Alan Royal Court, the Emperor’s belonging. If it were raised in the Lostra Royal Hunting Ground and discovered, it would give the Emperor a reason to rage.

Now, as the Boss of Heaven Port, Liszt’s potential value even surpassed that of the Dragon, and fostering the Dragon with him seemed like a good idea.

Lostra would provide support to Liszt, which essentially meant financing, and Liszt would grant Lostra some privileges.

Many of the shipowners on the East Shore of Beima Duchy were not locals, just like on the northeastern coast of the Southern Continent. They were foreigners who braved the risks to do business with the Far East, and as for the ships from Lost, Liszt would leave them be.

Of course, the details of the cooperation needed to be discussed slowly. It wasn’t something to be finalized in just a few days; the aim was mutual benefit.

"Heating and humidifying?"

Celeste was perplexed.

"You know, some people... at night, they touch themselves."

Rein spoke bluntly.

Celeste was stunned; this Werewolf might not understand his position as a member of the board, a Feudal Official, albeit a pirate version, which took a lot of power away, yet he could say something like this.

"No..."

Celeste shook her head.

"Dammit, what about the Ninja Hand? Do you have that?"

Rein seemed to be yearning for disappearance a second time.

"I don’t understand."

"Demon’s Hand, is ’L’ the key to release the skill?"

"I don’t understand."

Celeste was speechless. For the best surgical condition, she still suggested he should go to Lostra for the installation, though the round trip was a bit long, taking two to three months, and that was at the fastest speed.

Heaven Port was just too remote, the real edge of the world.

"Going to Lostra for the installation is fine, can’t we do a full suite and add some Edman Alloy too?"

Rein was truly at a loss for words. Doringger must have added some Edman Alloy or something, a real powerhouse. Too bad he was now buried, and his grand mausoleum was still under construction, slowly being built so that Old Wei could have a more dignified journey to the afterlife.

Celeste could only nod in silence. What these people were talking about seemed like an alien language. According to Liszt, Fafna had taken refuge elsewhere until he saw her with his own eyes, then he would be able to reply to the official departments.

That could also clear up the misunderstandings between the alliances. Fafna was an anti-imperialist within the Alan territory, a common property among several Earls of Beima Duchy, the Holy Spirit Church, and Lost.

The little dragon girl was missing, and the entire alliance was in an uproar, on the verge of collapse. But now, there was a result that satisfied everyone.

Occasionally, Fen entered the wine room under the guidance of the One-eyed Dragon.

Of course, the One-eyed Dragon did not know exactly where Liszt was, but he was in this area. Asking other high-levels would reveal his whereabouts.

"Alright, you go do your thing."

"Sure, call on me anytime. The employees I manage are also keeping an eye on the activities outside the castle. I’ll report any disturbance immediately."

The One-eyed Dragon didn’t forget to showcase his diligence.

Fen pondered for a moment, then nodded; this person was a bit too career-driven.

Noticing Fen come in,

"Fuck, buddy, what magic did you use that day? It was insanely powerful. Without that one shot, Doringger might have killed us all."

Ban was smoking, extremely curious. He had never seen anything so terrifying in his life. It was as if time and space were in chaos.

Celeste didn’t say a word and, of course, knew it was the Netherworld Stele.

"Just high-level magic," she said.

Fen pulled Rein aside to ask about the location of the stele and was relieved to learn Liszt had it. At least it hadn’t fallen into the hands of strangers and gone missing, as the object was too small.

"Liszt should be in the banquet hall on the tenth floor, the really flashy one with the water curtains, damn."

Rein had entered the castle and was also shocked by Doringger’s affluence. It seemed as if there was nowhere left to spend all the money.

Now Fen at least knew where to go; his Spiritual Body had been there once and had even run into Mo’er.

"Speaking of Mo’er, wasn’t he caught by Old Wei?"

"Yes, he’s currently locked up in the dungeon, waiting to be dealt with. There’s also an Old Aran, a Sergeant from the Witch Hunting Secret Department, and a woman... who plays with a tachi."

This battle resulted in three living prisoners of war. Though Mo’er was Gu Yue Mo’er, with the Nine Revolutions Dark Poisonous Insect, he knew too much. Doringger had dominated the East Sea for so long, who knows what he was hiding. As a cunning strategist, Mo’er knew a lot; however rotten, he could not be killed outright but had to be interrogated slowly.

The Sergeant also had secrets to uncover, as for the other woman... Mika decided to initiate a vote at the next shareholders meeting to decide her fate.

However, with such a strong power, like Shadi who practiced Qigong and even surpassed Shadi’s prowess, if given to you, could you handle it? If her Qigong exploded and shattered you, that would be quite the spectacle.

"The dungeon?"

"Yes, can you believe it? To the north of the castle, there’s a huge warehouse. Really huge. It’s filled with all sorts of big stuff, from sails and rigging to shipyard fittings, and boxes of hallucinogens. Next to the warehouse, there’s also a massive dungeon. Really fucking massive. You could lock up a thousand girls in there, no problem—an evil dungeon. It even houses Mo’er’s laboratory, alchemy platform, Black Magic equipment, and all that stuff."

Rein spoke, noting that Doringger also had two shipyards on the east and west sides of Heaven Port, which the Black Sail had taken over.

Fen frowned, "A goddamn evil dungeon with pink health bars, then."

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