Black Sail
Chapter 391: XXVI. One-Legged Pirate

Chapter 391: XXVI. One-Legged Pirate

Doringger had his own private harbor, which naturally was also occupied by Black Sail.

This bay shore was far more exquisite than the regular berthing area, with well-developed infrastructure. The pier was crescent-shaped and built of stone, and the road from this bay shore to the Inner City was also paved with stone slabs.

Not like the compacted earth in the Outer City, which turned into sludge whenever it rained. That wouldn’t happen anymore, with the new district set up as East Sea CBD.

Docked here were all ships of Black Sail, belonging to corporate property: SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, Daffodil, Dawn Breaker.

Besides these, there were about eighty other ships, both large and small, including Doringger’s own fleet and vessels left behind by the Peak Competition Pirate Group.

These Peak Competition ships had quite reputable stories attached to them over seventeen years, truly the stuff of legends.

It wasn’t an all-out war, so there was no need to dispatch so many ships. Considering the speed of sailing, one battleship and four medium-sized ships would be enough.

All materials were ready, able to weigh anchor and set sail at any moment.

However, Swan believed that the crew selection had to be meticulously done. He still needed to tally them up, and it would take another hour or two to depart.

Doringger knew how to enjoy life.

On the open ground in his private harbor, there was a small manor from which one could oversee the entire bay area, and many wooden buildings were available for Doringger’s managerial staff and the armed personnel who were preparing for battle.

At this very moment in the manor,

the core members of Black Sail were also waiting, waiting for Swan to finish up—the scenario of one person working and dozens commanding.

Magician, Black Big, the half-mute, married personnel, none were present.

Liszt thought that among the current core members, only Swan was reliable. The others weren’t very dependable, those shoddy people who took on a tourist mentality. The Madmen hadn’t even reached the mainland yet had already started discussing how to show off.

Charge the pirate to slay monsters, my pirate is not quite right.

Dreams connect to antiquity? I am really not the King of East Sea.

All reborn at the start of the spiritual realm, Ling Magic Circle, Hong Kong Deep Sea Peninsula, Rebirth Courtyard, Check-in, Awaken Pirate Holy Body.

All understood.

Lately, Haywood has been acting extremely strange, sneaking around doing something, not interacting with anyone, just a total tool. Liszt thought it necessary to take some time to talk about life plans with him, give him a goal or something, I’ll scour the Western Continent to find an Enchanting Demon for you.

"That mad woman actually let you go, that’s really surprising."

As a war supervisor, Celeste constantly checked the progress of cooperation; as long as Liszt dealt with Aran, then Lostra would pay up.

All governments naturally tried to avoid entangling themselves with pirates.

The first reason was that collaborating with reckless, insignificant people had no future; not much profit to be gained, only a wild mess attracted.

But at Liszt’s level, he was not called a pirate anymore, but a local tyrant.

Liszt chuckled, making it seem as though Celeste understood Dreya well. He had been with her for five years and still couldn’t grasp her, only able to conclude she was a mad woman.

"Speaking of the past, I messed around with counterfeit money in Lostra, that doctor there even got shot by your police."

Liszt said casually, having so many troubles he felt no itch, these stories were now just laughable anecdotes.

"Is that so?"

Celeste found it a bit curious, she’d have to verify when she got back whether it was true or just his way of flirting to close the distance with her; naturally, her rank wouldn’t deal with such matters.

"Your place has a constitutional monarchy, right? The Empress is just a figurehead. The real power lies in the hands of the prime minister of your what-you-call-it parliament."

Liszt didn’t quite understand those political figures; Lostra was even farther than Aran, now he felt the need to understand it.

"While that’s true, the Empress is no mere mascot. Her voice in parliament is quite substantial, though the prime minister’s power is slightly greater."

Celeste replied, these weren’t secrets, but commonly known facts.

Liszt perked up, his interest piqued. As one of the top four powers among the Five Permanents, able to contend with the Emperor for so long, there must be some merits.

"I remember the Empress hasn’t been in office for long, only about thirty years old or so. Speaking of which, she’s about my age. Just saying... what if I managed to charm her? Would I then become your Emperor? You would have to call me ’Your Highness.’ Wow, that would be so awesome."

Liszt’s ambition knew no bounds, standing on the ground but dreaming of the sky, aiming to become an Immortal after becoming the Boss.

Celeste looked at Liszt as if watching an idiot; surely he didn’t really imagine himself on par with world-class figures?

In Liszt’s capacity, indeed a powerful figure, he might even rank in the second tier in the underworld influence.

"Confidence is good."

Celeste didn’t argue. This guy had big ambitions, and going to sabotage Aran’s Advancement Movement was like seeking the tiger’s skin.

"Is that so? Couldn’t charm the Empress, but a little agent should be manageable, right? In East Sea you’re a guest, but once we’re inland, I’m the guest. The hospitality of Lostra needs to be fully demonstrated."

Liszt had long coveted this beauty. His wife told him she was still a great treasure yet to be uncovered, which was unbelievable. As an agent, she must have learned methods of coaxing information out of men, and should practice them thoroughly.

Just as he was about to make his move,

within the manor’s rest area, One-eyed Dragon walked in, delivering a message to Liszt.

"Boss, Asenxiuo was staying on the island... and died."

One-eyed Dragon said so, thinking it necessary to mention it.

Liszt was totally flabbergasted. Wasn’t this guy pretty clever? Now he’s spoiling things at such a time.

"Who the hell is Asenxiuo?"

Liszt was completely bewildered.

Moreover, they were about to depart soon. Wasn’t this an ominous thing to say?

"Asenxiuo? What do you mean, you’re saying that person is on the island!"

Mika had grown up in the port and knew pirate stories like the back of his hand. Let’s put it this way, the old dogs from the Witch Hunting Secret Department were newcomers compared to Asenxiuo.

He had only heard stories from his father. Back then, his father was just a child, and the Emperor was still busy being uninvolved. This man was a legend among legends.

In his heyday, on the Western Continent his name carried weight, it even mattered to the kings of those base countries, a man so fierce he haunted people’s dreams.

"I know who he is..."

Actually, Shadi wasn’t young, just had racial advantages. Among all core members, he was the oldest, but he looked quite young and was also shocked. However, that was a very old character; how could he have just died now?

"So I’m the only one who doesn’t know?"

Rein was utterly clueless.

"No, me neither."

Morison hadn’t heard of him either.

"You guys are pirates and you don’t even know Asenxiuo?"

Celeste was completely astonished, how could Black Sail have grown so big.

Liszt was clueless, but since there was nothing else to do and Swan was still busy, he decided to check out what was going on.

Half an hour later.

Inside a residential building in Heavenly Port Inner City, in a single-bedroom apartment on the top floor.

The place reeked of death, intensely eerie. The room was incredibly spacious, obviously a large area, but there was virtually no furniture, not even a single chair.

The vast space contained only a makeshift bed that looked like a homeless person’s, and dozens of cat cages covered in cat fur.

Upon careful inquiry,

Perhaps due to some kindred spirit’s pirate pact, Doringger had been unconditionally supporting this legendary figure for over a decade now.

The so-called Asenxiuo had been dead for a while but was only discovered this morning.

Even the desperados, who had seen countless bloody scenes, felt an inexplicable fear at this moment.

"Fuck, this place gives me the creeps."

Rein felt the chill, the floor stained with blood and messy cat fur.

Liszt was speechless.

The living room, if it could be called that, had a body in the middle, covered with a sheet and ready to be taken away,

There was also an old maid with cloudy eyes, sent by Doringger to take care of him.

According to the old maid who cared for Asenxiuo, after Doringger died, she no longer had money to care for this somewhat senile, disabled pirate.

The old maid’s hoarse voice narrated,

About a month ago, the mentally deranged man, who also couldn’t part with his cats, stayed in the room, refusing to seek refuge.

God knows what he went through, living with dozens of cats for so many years, he had gone insane.

Seeing his pitiful state, even after Doringger’s death, the old maid visited him every few days, bringing some bread and drinking water.

But this morning she found him dead.

The old maid chased away the cats.

Those cats, probably due to hunger, were eating his corpse.

Rein urged everyone to leave this creepy place quickly, hearing from Celeste Mika that Asenxiuo seemed to be a legendary figure, a senior pirate, and Black Sail could just pay for his burial.

Liszt felt as if his feet had taken root on the spot.

As if a chill from hell was spreading up his spine.

He knew.

All those things he had done, no matter under what guise, would surely, not end well.