Black Sail
Chapter 364: CCCLXIV. The Authenticity of Cyrus

Chapter 364: CCCLXIV. The Authenticity of Cyrus

"To reach the top tower of the main city building, one needs to pass through a hidden door in a room on the open-air swimming pool terrace, and access above the protective array also requires a secret command item."

"The duplex space on the terrace, where Doringger lived, was naturally taken over by Liszt, and in time, outsiders were kept out and other key members also came less often."

"The outside pool."

"Liszt didn’t even dare to think about it, Dreya was his own wife, who had completely conquered others and then gave them to him, as joint marital property. Let’s put it this way, before Hou Yi shot down the other nine suns, with the ten suns shining, one couldn’t find such a good wife."

"Waiting for Goria and Meredith to return, call up Mo Yutong and Tani, and bring back Sharon too, Garscek must be properly taken down as well."

"When husband and wife are united, their combined strength can cut through metal, to throw a party right here by this pool!"

"Your eyes are really provocative."

"Chiyoda rarely came up, only occasionally did Doringger urgently discuss some matters, directing key personnel right here."

"The triple-space living room had a ceiling that reached to the top, the open half-floating staircase leading to the upper floor had grooves under each step that hid glowing light strips, the dark floor’s inlaid craftsmanship seamlessly connected, the ceiling was a masterless lamp design, only having track spotlights, countless colors of high-quality Fluorite embedded in the boards, akin to a Western Continent version of a starry sky ceiling."

"From an uncolored world map bas-relief, one could discern Doringger’s former ambitions, the décor here was unique within the castle, Doringger’s aesthetic level was very high, too gaudy and ostentatious seemed vulgar."

"The entire space’s furnishings and the carved panels on the molded walls were smooth and three-dimensional, solemn and grand, the color scheme of wabi-sabi style, appropriately placed champagne gold plated iron decorations, sofas and tables were all matching sets, the overall structure was exquisite, the carpets were also of high-level Magic Beast leather, the hoof-footed table legs and carved edges, quite pretentious, high-quality wood had a subtle fragrance, the framed paintings were not flow-line imitation but genuine masterpieces, worth a lot if sold."

"Liszt suddenly found himself at a loss for words."

"Didn’t they just arrange a residence for Garscek? This was beyond comprehension, as if the Dragon came out of nowhere, lounging in a rocking chair on the outdoor pool terrace to sunbathe."

"What provocative nonsense."

"Liszt had no time to deal with her, needed to ask General Fen’s opinion about the secrets in the tower."

"Entering a bedroom, using a secret phrase to open the hidden door behind the wardrobe."

"Inside was a dimly lit spiral staircase made of stone."

"Chiyoda’s heartbeat quickened, not expecting it to be such a way up."

"Let’s go."

"Fen raised his hand, sparks igniting at his fingertips, providing substantial illumination."

"Following the spiral staircase step by step upwards."

"Reaching the highest point of Heaven Port, the top floor of the Main Tower, this was an extremely luxurious bedroom, indeed worthy of being described as a palace; in contrast to the décor below, the style here was quite antique."

"Supported only by rows of Roman Pillars, like the damn Parthenon Temple, with the floor tiles being antiqued dark stones."

"You’re awake."

"Morison had been guarding here the whole time, waiting for all core members of Black Sail to recover fully, the things inside could not be exposed, or it would not just bring about fatal disaster."

"But would provoke a bloody storm across the entire Western Continent."

"Celeste and people from the Holy Spirit Church had also been taken care of."

"Liszt thought this thing wasn’t very practical, but its symbolic significance was too damn huge, boundlessly so."

"Hmm, still some minor after-effects, but no serious harm."

"Fen looked around, didn’t see any earth-shattering secrets, just a disfigured face and a man with an iron mask, quite disappointing."

"Who is this?"

"Fen couldn’t help asking."

"Saleret, Ghost Eye Mad Blade, you should know, quite a celebrity."

"Though Morison had spent several days with this iron-faced man, he didn’t like to be brotherly with someone who was boring."

"My family?"

"Saleret asked Liszt, currently burdened with affairs, and unable to return inland; if Liszt could settle this matter, he wouldn’t care about so-called employee benefits or money, it didn’t matter where he hung around."

"Rest assured, already got the information from several of Doringger’s middle management remnants, your family is on a fishery island, should be able to bring them back within two weeks."

"Liszt reassured Saleret, a Hall-level adventurer; losing such a talent would be a loss of a billion."

"Saleret..." Fen had heard about him from Taylor before, upon seeing him in person, indeed, he seemed skilled at first glance, "What exactly is the secret?"

"Morison, without any nonsense, led Fen into a side room at the top of the tower."

This was a bedroom, not much different from a typical noble’s bedroom, but the contents of the room left Fen greatly disappointed.

It was not an item, but something that could be seen anywhere.

"I’ve told you, I don’t have that kind of divine power..."

Locked in the tower for many years, Alicia was utterly tired of this life. After Doringger died, another group came, presenting a legend she didn’t believe.

"Is this the woman?"

Fen was somewhat impressed, but what he wanted more was a weapon of mass destruction, not a decorative piece, no matter how exquisitely crafted it might be.

Perhaps due to her simple, secluded life and light diet, she looked excessively tall and thin, like a stage actress, her skin slightly sickly pale, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Dressed in a backless gown, her gaze was cold. Long unruly pink hair, untrimmed for a long time, hung down to her waist, and her platinum-like captivating eyes had turned somewhat dim from her prolonged seclusion. She wasn’t extremely stunning, but her facial features and body contours each had a three-dimensional feel of ancient Greek sculptures.

"Have you not heard? The pinker the hair, the fiercer the slayer."

Liszt explained, not that he hadn’t considered chopping the woman down, but if he truly did, he would be branded a sinner forever.

"Since it’s not special people, then it must be a special status."

Fen stated thus.

"Mmm... Yes, worthy of being General Fen."

Morison had this beautiful-backed lady turn around so that Fen could take a closer look.

"Please, spare me."

It was mainly because Alicia lacked courage, otherwise she would have already jumped to her death, but she still turned around.

Fen’s gaze shifted.

At first, unconcerned.

Then his focus intensified.

"Yes, when she was born, the entire Western Continent was whispering her name. Someday, the life of the Emperor will reach its end, and you, Alicia, will be crowned queen!"

Liszt began the scriptural chant.

"I wouldn’t want to be that queen."

Morison commented.

The Emperor had always been rumored to be a descendant of the Overlord who lived two thousand years ago, otherwise, it couldn’t explain his ability to pacify the world and slay dragons bare-handed.

He neither denied nor acknowledged it.

Concerning the Overlord of two millennia ago.

The documentary evidence was vague and limited, as it was indeed from two thousand years ago. However, among the several accurately recorded pieces, one was universally recognized in many documents and writings from various sources and was highly likely to be true.

It was that the Overlord’s family line all bore a genetic trait, a vertical mark running from the back of the neck to the spine, purportedly the most potent Magic Technique imprint, containing boundless strength.

And it was unreplicable.

Because like the sun, it couldn’t be gazed at directly. Staring for too long would blind the eyes. The imprint seemed to possess some mighty force, making it impossible to remember, as if some will had erased it from memory, completely forgotten.

Once the strongest Magician in the world, found other members of the Overlord’s family, trying to copy it.

But in the end, only one sentence remained: The paper used to describe it would curl up, the language spoken about it would be forgotten, the text mentioning it would be erased.

For a moment.

Fen felt a sharp pain in his eyes, forcing him to divert his gaze. As Alicia turned back, put on her coat, and asked Liszt for a cigarette, Fen had already forgotten what the mark looked like.

He realized a terrifying truth.

The legitimate lineage of Cyrus.

At Heaven Port.

Liszt tapped the cigarette pack, flicking out one for Alicia, and struck a match to light it for her.

"Sometimes you descend into Hell, and sometimes Hell comes looking for you."

Liszt flicked the match away.