Black Sail
Chapter 360: CCCLX. Hachishaku Onna

Chapter 360: CCCLX. Hachishaku Onna

"Looks like the Necromancy base is already here, all wrapped up and ready to go."

Fen managed a rare smile, but it looked more like a twitch of facial muscles.

"I got it!"

Rein was shocked. So Fen was into that kind of thing. It must be from his days as a wealthy young master when he played too wildly and required a very high stimulus threshold. He needed something twisted like slave abuse, the bastard!

"Ugh."

To Rein, Fen was the second most repugnant among all their members. Naturally, there was no need to mention who was the first.

"Oh! Let’s make Heaven Port great again. No one understands Heaven Port better than I do! As the major shareholder, I’ll build a wall to stop all illegal immigrants."

Archer was also in the wine cellar, having just woken up from a nap drunk, and now he was starting to drink again.

"How can you build a wall at sea? It’s like circling the whole Pacific."

Rein also pondered this problem. The "New Heavenly Port Revitalization New District Plan" might attract lots of people from the continent once the laborers—willing to throw punches for a few drinks—heard the news.

There were too many people on the Western and Southern Continents who couldn’t make ends meet. A one-and-a-half-times wage, free meals, and even without housing benefits, they would swarm like zombies lured by the scent, and the cement work alone would create sparks.

Of course, the faster the reconstruction work, the better, only fearing the funds wouldn’t hold.

Liszt was doing business with Garscek. That lady seemed to be an ultimate rich widow. Liszt treated her as if he was afraid she’d drop if he held her or melt if he kept her in his mouth. It shouldn’t be a problem with the Junlin Sword, often called the Brainwashing Sword, and Yuri, often called Little Liszt.

"Um... I’ll go check the dungeon first."

Fen thought it necessary to understand the next long-term stronghold, the East Sea headquarters.

Dragons are very proud creatures who like to collect golden treasures to adorn their nests, the dragons on Iron Soul Island...

Their conversation was quite important. It would be better to visit later. He would first go to the dungeon and the large warehouse and also visit Mo’er on the way.

Fen was starving now.

He couldn’t expect Mr. Archer to have the leisure to cook. All the servants in the castle were uniform Yisu Clansfolk maid with animal ears, and he wasn’t sure if the Yisu had organized themselves to work there or if it was because of their star quirks.

According to Rein, there was a total staff overhaul in the castle. No one from Doringger was needed anymore. Doringger had a bit of a tyrant’s air, and it was said he treated the castle’s maids well, but it was essential not to keep him around. The gardeners and chefs were also all replaced.

They were all Yisu girls, which was actually Old Wei’s idea. He was now the chief steward of the entire castle, his second-in-command naturally being the former signboard girl of the Black Sail Inn, a Dark Elf lady.

The choice of Yisu people was primarily because, in comparison to the Western Continent, this race, generally speaking, was more industrious by a grade or two. The Southern Continent was relatively poorer, speaking in general terms, big data. Individually speaking, of course, there were plenty of lazy Yisu.

Letting a Yisu maid cook a little something, making some simple meals, Fen listened to Rein chat away with various Allied leaders in the wine cellar. His head hurt. After having a hearty meal and regaining some energy, he first went to check out the dungeon.

Half an hour later.

He arrived at the large warehouse in the northern part of the castle. It couldn’t just be described as a warehouse; it was a colossal white building. Who knew how much stuff it could hold?

Outside the castle, he saw Swan and Mo Yutong. They had set up a small table outside the warehouse and were supervising, sending people to tally the items inside. They had been sorting things out for three days and still had not finished.

There was too much stuff and too much work to be done.

Wolman, Shadi, and Ox were seriously injured, not able to leave their beds for ten days or a half month. This important matter still had to be overseen by Black Sail people.

Who knew what treasures might get stolen in the chaos? Big affairs came with big complications; the tail was too big not to wag.

"You’re awake..."

Noticing Fen approaching, Swan put down his work, asking the pirates nearby to stand aside for awhile.

"Just woke up."

Fen looked at Mo Yutong, whose condition didn’t look great, and was somewhat surprised that she woke up even earlier than him; last time it wasn’t like this, "No side effects now?"

"Some, but it seems I have a unique constitution, some experiences, and have developed some resistance," Mo Yutong said calmly.

"Is that so?"

Fen’s brows were tightly furrowed, his face etched with concern. Resistance... there was actually such a notion. Before the stele was fully collected, in its fragmented state, each piece added seemed to carry a progressively larger side effect—a matter that deeply troubled him.

The Holy Daughter of the Miracle of Suffering was no simple matter. When the time was right, he planned to have those two women each cut off a subordinate’s limb to study the Demon Spider within, though he also needed to consider their psychological state and not lose the greater opportunity for the lesser gain. Using anesthesia for the amputation should gain their consent.

According to the women, even if someone were dismembered, the Demon Spider could weave and restore the missing parts anew.

"In the warehouse... there’s still about ten tons of... hallucinogens."

Swan relayed this to Fen; Liszt’s suggestion was to burn it all, but Swan hadn’t carried it out immediately, waiting instead for Fen’s decision.

Hearing this news, Fen was torn between joy and worry. Ten tons—what a magnitude! If this batch were sold, it represented a vast sum, no less than ten thousand Golden Dragons.

It was, of course, to be sold wholesale. If he had a network, from production to sales, he could even double the profits.

"What should we do?"

Swan inquired about Fen’s preference, thinking it better to hide it for now.

Fen pondered for a moment.

"Let’s keep it for now. If he asks again, just say I have important uses for it, but don’t bring it up proactively."

Fen understood Liszt’s attitude towards such matters. In their darker, double-crossing days, they’d always sent shipments to the Admiral of Kersuna Island for public destruction, never daring to sell it themselves, fearing repercussions.

"Alright."

Swan responded calmly.

After a while,

Under the escort of an old pirate from the Black Sail Inn, Fuma Keqing, Fen ventured deep into the dungeon. The environment now fit the very definition of a dungeon, irregular rocks sealed with cement, partitioned into cells, with only iron bars and wall-mounted torch holders visible, and not a glimpse of sunlight to be seen.

After some searching, Ernie and Yiremu were surprisingly also there, overseeing the prisoners—including Mo’er, Sergeant, Chiyoda, and some scattered soldiers from Doringger’s ranks, even captains and key members from the Champion Pirate Group.

Each was isolated, shackled in iron.

Before seeing them, their voices were heard.

"Pirates have it rough, finding a wife isn’t easy either. I’m nearly thirty and still without a spouse. As long as you become my wife, I’ll treat you well, come on, girl, have a kiss."

Upon discovering Chiyoda, Mika revealed a Supreme Magic Ring, showing warm concern, seemingly ready to find a wife too. Streetwalkers held no appeal, lacking the taboo allure of a respectable family.

"Damn it..."

Mo’er was here; Fen would ask him about some matters.

Meanwhile,

In the main city building.

On the tenth floor banquet hall.

The place had seen battle before but had been tidied up, the ambiance now exquisitely serene.

Liszt and Garscek sat across from each other, separated by a coffee table.

Liszt was still bandaged up like a mummy, his injuries slowly healing, leaving him somewhat frail but mobile.

Garscek, after a trip around the Western Continent, had undergone a drastic change; now clad in Duguli-style fashionable khaki double-breasted turtleneck coats, his already tall frame accentuated by high-heeled boots and sporting toad sunglasses, his demeanor was extremely aloof.

"Big sister, I call you sister—but you’re not here to talk business, are you playing with me?"

Liszt was speechless; he was the Boss at Heaven Port, yet here he was, expected to be subservient to someone else. It was absurd; perhaps Garscek should be his servant instead.

Just then... Liszt eyed the grand carriage; he considered it possessed of the strongest body, the brightest headlights—a veritable eight-feet lady.

"So, there’s nothing to discuss."

Garscek, knowing Liszt was currently short on funds and in need of help, felt fearless and stood up to leave.

"Wait! So, you just want to be thrashed, huh? Well, I am prepared to risk life and limb for a gentleman."