Black Sail
Chapter 503: CXXXII. Dark Demon Scripture

Chapter 503: CXXXII. Dark Demon Scripture

Deep within the Boneyard.

A professional Secret Treasure Hunter team, an honorable-level adventure group of six, set up camp under a large rock that shielded them from the sun. Unexpectedly, this trip had an unforeseen discovery.

During a sandstorm, they found someone who appeared scholarly, carrying a Knight Ceremonial Sword. This person wasn’t just some vagrant.

This was highly unusual. Cultured people wouldn’t venture into forbidden areas—they would be seeking death.

They were only taking risks for wealth, coming to the Boneyard to find the treasure left by the High Priest of the Eternal Sect three hundred years ago.

In the simple campsite, they took out some dry rations and started eating. According to the map, they would reach their destination tomorrow and uncover the truth of the rumors.

"This person’s life is indeed tough. He’s still alive."

"His lungs were almost blocked by sand. Fortunately, you are skilled in Earth Element Magic; otherwise, he’d be dead."

"Why go to such lengths to save him?"

"If the treasures in the ruins are still there, they are priceless. We need a good channel to sell them, or we can’t keep them. I initially had contact with a Staff Chief of the Thief Guild to sell the items after the mission, but thieves are too notorious, and I didn’t trust them. Instead, we could trade with Diaz’s counterpart."

"Diaz’s counterpart?"

"Don’t you know? The new ruler of the East Sea, Liszt. Look at this person carefully—does he seem familiar? I saw him in the content of a wanted notice from the adventurer’s guild. They used an old one from the Beima East Coast. My memory is good; this person is a high officer of Black Sail."

"I don’t remember. If he wakes up, we can ask him and find out. Do you mean, if we save him, we can sell the items to the East Sea?"

"That’s right. I heard before coming here that Heaven Port is under significant construction. Liszt is a very visionary person. With the money we make, we could live it up in Heaven Port, not worrying about news reaching the sect priests attempting to reclaim it."

"It looks like he’s waking up."

"Let’s go check on him."

In the shade under the large rock, the adventure group thoughtfully placed a pad under Mika’s head.

Mika’s weak and confused consciousness gradually cleared. His lungs and throat felt as if he had swallowed needles, causing immense discomfort. He sat up and began coughing violently, spitting out bloody phlegm mixed with sand, which made him feel a little better.

He looked around at the six unfamiliar faces.

Their attire did not resemble that of the Mulong Resistance Army; they looked more like weather-beaten adventurers.

His head ached intensely, as if a box of nails had been sewn into it and then shaken vigorously.

Mika only remembered giving his coat to the princess and wrapping his nose and mouth with thin inner clothes during the sandstorm, hearing only the howling wind. He got separated from others, holding on for an unknown duration before losing consciousness completely.

Where was Su Yizhana?

"Have you seen a woman—a very beautiful woman?"

Mika’s voice was extremely hoarse, as if a fishbone were performing stretches in his throat.

"A woman? Drink some water first, eat something, then regain some strength before talking."

The team leader offered food and water to Mika, not knowing what beauty had ensnared him so deeply that even in near-death, he still thought of her.

For this treasure hunt trip, the leader had invested heavily early on, buying a magic energy-driven tent that was highly efficient against wind without ground nails for forty Golden Dragons, and had also prepared ample food and emergency supplies for the long journey. He didn’t mind sparing some for Mika.

Mika only drank water, shook his head to clear it, and assessed the current situation.

"She has blue hair—unforgettable at first sight! Is she here?"

He continued to ask, scanning the surroundings, but the sun’s strong reflection on the sand stung his recently opened eyes.

"No, we found you half-buried while passing a sand dune and dragged you out. We saw no one else."

The leader thought this guy must really love that woman deeply, wanting to see just how beautiful she was.

"I must find her quickly."

Mika checked his money bag and, luckily, found it still there. Did these people recognize him or what? There were dozens of Golden Dragons in his bag. Why didn’t they rob him?

The leader had checked the bag but had put it back, valuing an escape route after selling the loot over what the Thief Guild could offer.

"Here are fifty Golden Dragons. I give them all to you, and I’d like to ask you to help me find someone."

Mika made his request.

"No, brother, that’s not how business is done. Besides, we are deep in the Boneyard. You got separated from your companions, right? Even the Aran Sword King would get buried alive here without special magic tools. Give up on that idea. Look, here’s a map of the Boneyard. Of course, it’s very vague, just coordinates. If you can point out your destination on the map, we can take you there."

The leader spread out a map for Mika, pointing out their current position, which was quite deep into the Boneyard but still some distance from its center.

But Mika had no idea where Izuzana was.

Seeing him lost in thought, the leader handed him some more water to help him swallow the biscuits.

Mika had no choice but to sit down weakly, accepting the group’s kindness.

All six men were male and didn’t look like good people.

He ate while gathering information.

"What are you doing in this godforsaken place?"

Mika was puzzled. Adventurers indeed were the most peculiar beings in the world, encompassing all sorts.

"It’s no secret. The Aran National Church has some branches that aren’t very orthodox—the Eternal Sect—that also worship the Dragon Lord in remote countries. A starving priest sold me a map, marking the location of the High Priest who died in Mulong three hundred years ago, with treasure left in a ruin. We’re just brave enough to investigate."

The leader’s gaze was fierce as he recounted.

A newly minted scam, Silver-level adventurers are much stronger than ordinary people, Gold-level are well-established, and honorable-level adventurers are all tough characters.

Mika’s eyelids twitched, thinking adventurers were indeed crazy. If they loved money, they should have just robbed instead of risking lives in the Boneyard.

"What kind of treasure would be worth coming to this hellhole?"

Mika naturally didn’t want to follow them around and needed to return quickly. Speaking of which, the East Sea also had forbidden areas, with routes to Heaven Port bypassing those places. Yet, some fools bought ships to venture in, clearly tired of living.

"So, are you really a Black Sail officer?"

One member was most concerned about this.

Mika realized, "I see now. You didn’t kill me for loot because of that. Yes, my brother is Liszt."

"Impressive, brother!"

The leader got excited, thinking their escape route for selling treasure was secure. The black market offered better rates than the Thief Guild’s beheading prices, reaching up to fifty percent.

They could only sell on the black market. Official markets were even worse, with Noble Masters shooing away, taking things for free. Sect priests would reclaim forcibly under pretexts.

"The treasure surely includes gold and silver and dark demon scriptures related to the Demon God. That’s what the priest said." The leader’s face showed mad delight. "The Eternal Sect’s shady dealings are numerous. Superficially they worship the Dragon Lord, but... don’t spread this—inside, they have the Undead Clan!"

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