Black Sail
Chapter 396: XXXI. The Grand Curtain Rises

Chapter 396: XXXI. The Grand Curtain Rises

The curtain slowly rose.

As the main beam of the Thief Guild with extraordinary skills and tricks, he had reached the stage of perfection, just as the corporate culture advertised; protected by the Shadow Lady, he hid amidst the shadows untouched by any ray of light, invisible and silent.

To kill a person.

It wasn’t just about taking a life; it could erase existence, making him forgotten by everyone, disappearing from history as if he had never lived.

And to impersonate someone.

Stage actors simply follow the script, but the strongest assassin adopts a thousand faces, becoming everyone, and everyone becomes him.

All is illusory, anything can be done.

Assassin’s Creed, Western Continent, the bastard son of the Gothic sludge.

In plain terms, he was too mired in muck; at the muck’s end, who peaks, seeing Kai Deng feels empty.

Liszt, accompanied by Swan, was heading to the Admiral Mansion on Kersuna Island to discuss business and have a meal along the way.

The rest could do whatever they wanted; for now, they’ve just kept their lives hanging, speaking of having lunch later.

Kai Deng followed them all the way, not tracking Liszt, but rather tailing the other key members, starting from the docks, passing through the tropical streets of the Bay Shore city and following those people to a slightly above-average establishment.

The secret to impersonating a person is never about what that person is like, but about what others think that person is.

People tend to believe that facts conform to their perceptions, recognizing only their own conclusions. Rather than impersonating Liszt, one might as well impersonate... the Liszt in everyone’s heart.

Kersuna Island was an exclave of a coastal nation on the Southern Continent but the predominant ethnicity isn’t Yisu, it’s immigrants from the Western Continent centuries ago.

Much like the South African Cape of Good Hope on Earth, it had many with English, Dutch, and artistic descendents.

Therefore, the cuisine at the restaurant was international, not the local delicacies.

The restaurant was nicely decorated, mainly using wood patterns and iron art, and looked quite clean.

Black Sail, just the core members alone were too many; Celeste naturally wouldn’t mingle with them, and Saleret was the same, that iron-faced madman purely psychotic.

Liszt had found Saleret’s sister and placed her in the castle, well-catered and cared for.

Saleret had committed a family annihilation and was already expelled from the guild. His family could only stay in Heaven Port under Liszt’s strict control.

That iron-faced madman lived like walking on thin ice, not knowing if he could make it to the other side, one of those silent types, severely mentally exhausted, having guarded that tower over the years and turned into a schizophrenic, sitting in the room or standing on the deck blowing in the wind all day long.

No expectations for him to blend in with the core of Black Sail.

And the active Hall-level Chuan Che was not the same case.

Hall-level begging isn’t something a common beggar can compete with.

Even to the experienced leaders of Black Sail, a Hall-level member is still a person of stature, imagined as always serious and striking like thunder, with stories of the legendary figure being told everywhere.

But Chuan Che was not the typical Hall-level; unlike Saleret, he was shameless, never spending a dime of his own money, always freeloading, having a penchant for freebies, perpetually filled with the joy of mooching.

Simply delighted by the advantage of getting things for free.

"Got a free meal again, brothers, I love to speak the truth, Chancellor has already covered it for me."

At the dining table.

Chuan Che was outspoken; since Celeste and Liszt had made a deal, he was Liszt’s honored guest, everything—eat, drink, gamble—was on them, all treated by these people, and sponsored by Boss; could the fortune be small?

Anyway, Celeste saw him as a patsy, he must earn it back fiercely.

"Don’t randomly add a persona for yourself, hey!"

Mika got served, signing up with the pirate holy body.

On that day, VPN blocked everything.

On that day, Chuan Che became a gold-medal instructor.

On that day, he crossed the Pacific Ocean and faced a gunshot-filled room dominated by black guys—order of the past was utterly annihilated, baffling anomalies reigned over Los Santos beyond the third world, funding from Old Buddha had become the only light left in the civilized world, yet the shadow of the black brokers was still lurking, waiting to devour this doomed immigrant world.

But for the newly appointed gold-medal instructor, there was only one issue he initially considered—

Who knows the way to the tax office?

"This most expensive one, get one, this noodle, add five portions of minced meat, and send all the steamers, but don’t do seafood, seafood isn’t valuable here, damn it, and also the Magic Beast specialties, do you evolve into a Magic Beast Avenger after eating this? I’m joking, let’s order all of these."

Anyway, it wasn’t Chuan Che paying, he ordered lavishly, this meal alone would cost at least thirty silver coins upward, equivalent to three or four months’ salary for someone in the Beima Navy, a quarter’s money.

The waitress rolled her eyes frantically, not very fond of such new-rich fellows flaunting their money with every gesture.

"Eating this meal like it’s to die for, huh?"

Morison looked at Chuan Che crazily pointing at the menu and couldn’t help but make a sarcastic comment.

A group of people waited for their meal.

"Speaking of which, if a zombie bites a Vampire, and then the Vampire bites someone, does that person turn into a zombie or a Vampire?"

Morison posed a thought-provoking question.

"Wow... what a profound question!"

Rein was utterly dumbfounded.

Not everyone in this world keeps up with current events. Liszt’s big portrait is famously known, while the others, though having appeared in some newspapers, are less famous and recognisable.

Besides, even if the warrants captured the likeness well, without a targeted scrutiny, one wouldn’t recognize them.

Sitting in a corner, Kai Deng scanned the crowd and noticed Ben. What Diaz had said was true; Ben indeed had defected.

Listening to the group’s conversation attentively, Kai Deng analyzed the environment.

"Is Popeye stronger, or is Superman stronger? I think Popeye, after eating spinach, could definitely put up a fight."

"You kidding me? Superman is obviously stronger."

"Why?"

"Popeye is a cartoon, fake. Superman is real. How can you win if you’re not real?"

"Sounds quite logical. Speaking of being interested in Minnie, does that count as perverse?"

"Minnie? Sorry, are you referring to a person’s name or the Minnie from the playhouse?"

"The one with the pink bow, I think her chest is very sexy."

"I’ll blast you! All you Furry freaks, die! I don’t know if you’re just pure or purely disgusting."

"The greater the power, the greater the responsibility, I guess it’s hard for anyone to link more than me, aiming to achieve the complete achievement compendium, necessitating some challenging tasks."

"Uncle Peter Parker would be an expert in these, does Aunt May know about this?"

"Link... Avenger! My name is Mika Brookner, I’m the fastest man in the world, an accident made me unbelievably fast, to outsiders, I’m just an ordinary pirate, but I secretly use my speed to fight crime, aid education, and seek others like me, I am the Link Avenger, under Godspeed, I can connect with a billion women in a minute."

A round of operations later.

"Complaining level nine, the famous philosopher Camille once said, accuracy is the difference between slaughtering and surgery."

Ben nodded his head.

Chuan Che was speechless, what on earth were these people even talking about?

Sweat had begun to seep onto the face hidden beneath Kai Deng’s brown hooded cloak.

Career Waterloo!

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