Black Sail
Chapter 494: CXXIII. International Corps

Chapter 494: CXXIII. International Corps

"You cannot go."

How could Chiyoda, who traveled thousands of miles to pursue her husband, let Shadi escape? She had been quietly staying beside him, watching Shadi from the shadows.

"Who brought you here?"

Shadi was taken aback. His original wife, Princess Mulong, was still waiting for him.

Just as Shadi hesitated for a moment,

everyone disappeared from their original positions like gods of thunder, and when their eyes glanced over, they were already sprinting desperately towards the city hospital.

"You did nothing wrong! It’s all my pathetic, nauseating jealousy! Reveal everything! With your dreams, drown!"

Rein’s speed far exceeded that of ordinary horses, splitting the wind and shadows apart. Sparks flew as his mechanical claws scraped the ground. Although Mika had already untied the horse from the stake, it was too late.

"Go to hell, doctor. Destroying your happiness brings me such joy."

Morison’s arm armor launched a hook that embedded into the city wall, and with a falcon-like flip, he pulled himself over.

"Mika, how are you feeling now?"

Liszt, even more so as an East Sea Superhero, a Legendary Demon Swordsman in the Radiant Knights known as Omega, his strength was terrifyingly formidable, and his figure was nowhere to be seen.

Mika could only give a bitter smile. He did not have possessive feelings towards the princess; towards such a sacred person, he harbored no evil thoughts. A prostitute and a princess were worlds apart; he only felt a Platonic admiration.

Indeed, it was as if he had ascended to immortality, fought thousands, and returned still youthful.

But he couldn’t fall prey to these rotten pirates’ hands; he should go and check it out, not scare Su Yizhana.

"You’ve messed up my plans!"

Shadi lamented endlessly.

After using a self-inflicted strategy on one of the harem members at Heaven Port, the effect was outstanding. His heart-conversion method indeed proved effective, supplemented with the world’s highest hardware standards. With the identity of a Royal Knight and enjoying Black Sail’s quarterly dividends,

what was the concept? It was beyond the version’s answer, severely overpowered.

Even the Holy Spirit would descend to associate with him.

Wolman’s sub-dragon ally, Shaman Yiremu, looked distracted, still unable to believe that it was this group that defeated Doringger at the beginning of the year.

Speed was crucial in warfare; Fen and Wolman had already rushed to the city lord’s mansion with Celeste, forgetting to even calibrate the equipment.

Thus, Yiremu contacted Goria in Golden Palm Port, ensuring a smooth connection without the long delay to Heaven Port, making it essentially instant communication.

When Scarface the bully, werewolf Lai Lai, and ruined Detective arrived in the city, they paused briefly.

"This place is too evil."

Rein looked at the wounded soldiers missing limbs, some with bloody bandaged blind eyes, a scene of desolation, just waiting to die.

"With great power comes great responsibility. The Avengers must be the singer. The lesser the responsibility, the better the mood."

Having stayed too long in Heaven Port, Liszt’s empathy score was negative; he observed some very interesting phenomena.

"Great! A musician! We are saved!"

Rein suddenly felt as if the clouds parted to reveal the clear sky; a psychological therapist, Liszt, was too strong.

War is no game for crybabies.

"I see not only the Resistance Army but also some people from the western side of Narrow Sea stationed here in the city. Does Uborio have other allies?"

Liszt asked Morison. He and Shadi had been here long enough to know.

"Good observation. But they’re not strict allies. Everyone knows the resistance impact in Mulong is profound; the Emperor’s conquests crushed many small nations. After breaking through Mulong, he still had to pass several countries to reach Oasis Country Vadinia. Those with thoughts on the later section of the railway also joined in. These are scattered volunteer soldiers; no one is paying them. The head is an unknown small multinational organization called the Freemasonry Alliance Front. Lucky for them, the old Mulong king was a benevolent elder; his influence and call for action passed to the princess after his death."

Rein ran out of words, showing how bored Brother Sha must have been here to concern himself with such things and even remember them.

Morison whispered to Liszt, "There are also some damn writers and students, practically suicidal. But it doesn’t matter, with guns in hand, even children are combat strength."

Liszt was greatly shocked. What had he done?

This script...

The Mulong civil war, countering Aran intervention troops, countering puppet government’s puppet army, organizing volunteer soldiers from the working class and progressive figures from various countries to assist Mulong’s legitimate government, opposing the emperor, and opposing the Continent Transportation Law.

What anti-imperialism movement, International Corps?

This is incredibly great!

Yet he came to the Western Continent, not bringing advanced thoughts, but instead burning, killing, looting, indulging in debauchery. It’s really too GREAT.

Liszt decided to feel guilty for three seconds.

The whole world was watching; if he chopped up Crocodile Island and killed Zote, he’d be sanctified.

Wait!

Zote was the second-in-command of Old Aran’s violent agency. What does this mean? Three or four decades ago, Western Continent’s worst dark side. To execute him in public would place Liszt at the zenith of the Four Seas. Aran people would praise East Sea Brother One.

Then the mess Doringger made, he hired gunmen to write books praising pirates, wouldn’t be a mess anymore with facts to back it up.

The battle of the secret port, is a major event.

The train robbery, a huge event.

New Heaven Port, a ferocious event.

Being Brother One,

This ultimate move succeeded, he’d rightfully be the Little Emperor.

Originally, he planned to drag it out until the end of the year, not bothering those things. Now it seemed the ultimate move was highly cost-effective.

"So touching." Rein wasn’t just talking; he indeed admired these people, "I’ve decided to offer free service to female students aged eighteen to twenty-two."

"Be careful, Mika’s relationship with the princess is progressing rapidly. These days, they’ve been treating wounded soldiers from the front lines together. There are many foreign doctors in the volunteer army, working together, deepened their friendship."

"Ah, I know, it’s really a tough battle. If Mika weren’t of such a promiscuous nature, he might have succeeded. One accusation, it’s all over."

Morison led Liszt to the hospital in the city.

A new round of supplies arrived from Lostra, easing the almost desperate atmosphere at the rear significantly.

But the local lord was unwilling to invest too much of the resources meant for restoration into these disabled individuals. Even if they survived, they couldn’t be used as combat strength, only ensuring basic food supply to barely keep them alive.

Because Shadi was a good-natured person, Black Sail’s operation this time was fully reimbursed by the wealthy Lostra.

Yet Black Sail had money, and could afford to be magnanimous, not saying they’d save everyone. Splitting a small portion for the International Corps and Resistance Army to increase nutritional intake and speed up recovery.

So the current hospital atmosphere was better than when Black Sail first arrived.

The Resistance Army kept the princess under house arrest, restricting her freedom but could not treat her as a slave. They had to follow her will, unable to block her practical efforts of healing her subjects, which enhanced her prestige and influence, laying a good reputation for legitimacy.

Liszt.

Was a Da Ming person.

Doringger kept a low profile; those not mingling in society wouldn’t know his appearance.

But the train robbery had a great impact, and with East Sea changing hands, even if not famously celebrated, was also notorious.

In Mulong people’s eyes, the Seventh Amendment was terrorists, Black Sail wasn’t much better. Pirates were seen as inferior, even worse than terrorists, at the bottom of the contempt chain.

But as Liszt entered the hospital, the previously noisy place quieted significantly. A few who had seen the newspapers glanced over, then the crowd followed suit, even if they didn’t recognize him, he seemed to be someone impressive.

"Is Su Yizhana here? I need to talk to her."

Liszt’s businesslike approach was spot on, Fen and Wolman connected with Resistance leaders, while he connected with the princess. It was logical.

The room fell silent.

"Who are you..."

Hearing the commotion, Su Yizhana descended from the second floor, walking gracefully down the stairs.

Seeing the princess herself, it was indeed like the perfect silhouette cut from a storybook illustration, modeled by the world’s top sculptors, colored by eminent painters.

Words couldn’t describe, it was somewhat dreamy.

Rein’s mind went blank, unable to conjure any evil thoughts, forgetting the prepared speech.

Liszt was very composed; as a decision-maker, he had a mind map before handling personal relationships. The dethroned and imprisoned princess had no real power, thus was not a true princess, placing low in the mind map.

However, the princess indeed amazed him.

"I’m the Captain of Black Sail." Liszt wouldn’t shamelessly call himself Brother One; that was what others called him, "I have some important matters to discuss with you privately."

Rein caught a glimpse, whose performance was completely off, "He’s just lecherous, coming to see you is not crucial, it’s just that! I pledge my loyalty to you, your highness!"

Rein also started ultimate flattery.

Liszt secretly laughed; outwardly, Rein sabotaged his scheme, but actually not.

These guys! They were too weak! Not even remotely his rivals!

An unequal relationship could never establish a romance. Why couldn’t they learn?

Morison intended to directly invite Su Yizhana for a bed oath of loyalty, but it wasn’t the right time. His gaze fell on a bed in the corner housing an injured volunteer soldier.

It was a person with a mechanical arm on his right hand.

Morison could judge the strength of someone from their gait, posture, and training marks.

How interesting, there’s a formidable person here.

The man had black curly hair, a wanderer hat covering his eyes, a prominent nose bridge, rough skin, revealing a chin with historical sense and a stubbly beard.

Strictly speaking, in such a situation, he was considered a cripple, with his shoulder blade detached. Even with a magic energy mechanical arm implant, it wouldn’t be flexible, only serving daily use.

He carried two swords at his waist; one was a standard straight blade from a military factory, the other was an oddly proportioned short blade, like a broken larger sword embedded in a new handle.

"Don’t mind him, there’s really something important we need to discuss privately."

Liszt spoke earnestly.

Su Yizhana felt extremely awkward. This pirate occupation was too mysterious.

But before she could speak,

"Where did you get that broken knife?"

The man with the broken arm in the corner stood up, addressing Liszt, focusing his concealed gaze on the broken knife at Liszt’s waist. It looked very familiar.

He dressed simply, besides the wanderer cloak and hood, only wore civilian sweatshirts and pants, with severely worn boots.

He wasn’t here to seek treatment, just to gather information before heading to the front lines.

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