Black Sail
Chapter 523 - 152. Tyrant invites bandit

Chapter 523: 152. Tyrant invites bandit

Morison saw the adjutant going door-to-door conducting the population census; he had to return.

While passing by the entrance of a house serving a bowl of plain buckwheat noodles.

Fen’s regulations cannot be changed; the Black Sail is not a charity, it’s a group built on raiding. These refugees have nothing to do with Black Sail.

Damn Lao Li, with a face like that, all the serious stuff is handled by Fen; he’s the purest, Rick is immersed in his fifth generation.

Morison summoned the adjutant.

The dividends from the train robbery, the four hundred Golden Dragons left after the shares, aside from gambling, Morison had no other use for it.

"Here are fifty Golden Dragons, take five, and the remaining forty-five... The points system can be more flexible. If anything is needed, send someone back to Drifting City to buy it. Handle it as you see fit. If you skim anything, I’ll come and cut off your head in a while. Don’t tell anyone else."

Morison said calmly to the adjutant. He had no other use for his money. Even the money he earned from power-leveling in the past was wasted in all sorts of bizarre ways. He would freeload on meals, stay in five-star presidential suites without paying, take rides without paying, visit prostitutes without paying, achieving financial freedom with zero copper coins. No one dared to argue with him or do anything against him.

The adjutant was dumbfounded, fifty Golden Dragons... what does that even mean? In places like Duguli with high property prices, it could buy a large apartment. In smaller countries, it could get you a mansion with fountains and beautiful maids.

This disfigured face took it out of his private stash.

Even this lousy pirate adjutant was tempted. Damn, being a core member really means something. This man is indeed extraordinary! I must study hard and become a useful person to society! In the future, when visiting university students for services, I’ll give them twenty more copper coins. Education shouldn’t be compromised, even in poverty!

"Don’t worry, I won’t take any of these five. Returning to Heaven Port at the end of the year, this is just a drop in the ocean."

The adjutant was deeply moved. He used to be the captain of a powerful pirate group. While five Golden Dragons weren’t a small amount, it wasn’t a big number for him.

"Good to hear. That previous woman, she can’t do hard labor anymore, she’s as thin as a ghost every day, can’t even produce milk, must be on her deathbed."

Morison was quite speechless, figuring he should add some meat to the plain buckwheat noodles.

Despite the crude words, there was truth in them, which deeply touched the adjutant. A true East Sea Righteous man.

The next day at noon.

Holy Spirit Calendar, 2690, July 12.

The first tier of the Enemy Seeking Tower Chain, all four soldier-stationed outposts, had been fully recovered.

Aran’s signalmen weren’t unskilled. It’s well-known that military technology is at least ten years ahead of civilian. Aran Imperial City and first-tier cities like Duguli were already building phone booths, so the Aran Army must have communication equipment too.

Even without experts like Lagrange, decades ago, magic-guided crystal audiovisual devices had been developed, though the cost was hundreds times higher than metal parts.

Surely Crocodile Island knew that East Sea’s pirates were on the move. Retaliation wouldn’t take long; the current goal was to pursue the victory.

Tidy up the fortress today, hold a meeting, and then annex the second-tier tower chain tomorrow.

In the fortress’s command room.

The initial battle was a success, and the atmosphere wasn’t gloomy.

Fen took stock; nearly thirty comrades had still died, and many more were injured and being treated in the fortress, with some pirates needing amputations.

They could only be transported back to Drifting City, retreating to the rear lines.

Currently, Drifting City was the "Kelor Highlands" of Black Sail.

Only Liszt’s personally led team had no casualties. Listening to those pirates who returned with him brag, the Emperor declared, if the enemy were Liszt, I would permit my soldiers to desert.

Seeing Liszt return unscathed to the fortress, Nashano breathed a sigh of relief. It would be a huge regret if the Junlin Sword Master had to recuperate in Mulong.

"Magnus, truly an ingrained traitor."

Liszt was a bit displeased. He had spent a night bullying Magnus in Drifting City and treated him to a meal full of hearty dishes, yet it didn’t change his mind. Magnus was indifferent to political strife and uninterested in slaughtering the Aran Army.

His idea was simple: easily infiltrate Black Rock City, find Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Department Deputy Director Zote, challenge him to a one-on-one death match.

Riding his handsome horse, rushing off as if he were racing to the grave, made Liszt seethe with rage. "Spit out everything from the meal I treated you to!"

Yet, after yesterday’s small display, the power to dominate one-eighth of the continent was no joke. A one-man army, with abilities even surpassing magic-guided beam cannons, would be like scratching an itch through leather.

Once Uborio couldn’t hold on, Liszt planned to emulate Magnus, capturing the leader first, beheading Crocodile Island and giving it to Fafna as a snack.

As for those generals, they were like crispy snacks. Fafna could skewer their heads with her fingers, a delight unintended.

"Mika is truly dead now, I can fully confirm it."

Shadi had once hoped Mika might return despite his disappearance, thought death was just a boast. But now, at this crucial time, Mika’s presence could have saved some of the wounded brought back to the fortress yesterday.

Unfortunately, the fortress’s military doctors, supported by Uborio, were only of average skill.

"Rein... has also disappeared."

Fen furrowed his brow, revealing that Walman from Drifting City had found that Rein had been missing for days since going to the doctor.

"Wattafa!"

Shadi now appeared genuinely worried. Rein was a frivolous person, preferring to lurk at the edges, never engaging in risky ventures. For someone so cautious to go missing was troubling. "Could it be Swan’s doing, along with Aran’s special task force or inspection team, with the navy initiating a beheading operation?"

Fen shook his head. Swan’s proficiency in assassination was no less than Gotham City’s, "I also contacted Duguli this morning. The second commissioned naval officer was dealt with by Swan. The navy even suspects spies amidst them, so they won’t come in the short term."

"Then it must be like Haywood, being a traitor; issue a warrant to hunt him immediately. If he can evade Aran’s warrant for so long, we need to strike hard!"

Archer, with a flushed face from drinking, insisted.

The Mercenary Corps Commander beside him had never seen such a foolish person, but his unique swordsmanship made up for his dim-wittedness. His swordsmanship was unheard of, seemingly self-taught and extraordinary.

"Well, it’s direct. Despite saying the gods are on his side, we’ve already lost two of them."

Liszt still thought everything was going smoothly yesterday, calling the Miracle Walker. Check out our situation!

"May I ask, this... lucky fool, what was his previous occupation?"

The Mercenary Corps Commander corrected his tone in time, curious about this high-ranked officer from the Black Sail, someone so talented and unusual.

"Just a cook, supposedly never trained, just worked as a kitchen helper for many years, naturally developing such skills."

Liszt mentioned, thinking the Mercenary Corps Commander seemed more competent than expected. He hadn’t backed off even against the Aran Regular Army. Mulong deserved a place in the lineup; bring him to join the island crew.

Though Archer had his unique approach, Old Wei had once admired him, saying he had never seen such a naturally talented individual. Yet, to teach, would Old Man want to learn?

"He’s a talent. If he trained seriously, few in the world could match him."

Morison remarked.

Imagining a long-time alcohol-befuddled person still having undiminished skills was unimaginable; what a demon.

Just then, a pirate entered with urgent news.

"Lao Da! Someone’s here, an envoy from the Aran Army!"