Black Sail
Chapter 606: CCXXII. Rashomon

Chapter 606: CCXXII. Rashomon

"Womery..." Wolman was dumbfounded too. After resting for a bit and clearing away some fatigue, he felt full of energy. Damn, Liszt is always up to some hard work and skilled tricks, today he really nailed it, even more impressive than Doringger. But he coughed and pretended to be serious, saying, "Things aren’t over yet. Once this is done, we still have to go to Mulong Capital to dismantle the puppet government and put Su Yizhana in place. We might even have a tough battle if the people inside are stubborn."

Wolman lectured the sub-dragon people under his command, along with other pirates who realized that their lifetime had changed.

In reality, Wolman himself didn’t believe his own words.

Not to mention Zote is dead, with the death on Crocodile Island, those defeatist comprador government collaborators might have already been scared weak before anyone arrives, and might just open the city gates to warmly welcome the royal army.

"Damn it! Never been to a court."

Rein was a pure hillbilly, used to roam the highlands, later drifting everywhere. He’s been to big cities, but the most luxurious place he’s been to must be the authentic dog warlord Doringger’s manor.

The Lord’s manor is much classier than the Cloud Palace brothel, a place where royal relatives reside.

Archer was indifferent. He spent the first half of his life at the Ji Weng Palace, and the five permanent countries’ palaces are far superior to Mulong.

Things outside the city are settled, but cleaning up the battlefield will take more time.

Many key figures and Fafna went into the city to check the situation; the fire is still burning.

"Where’s my disciple?"

Archer was drunkenly groaning; damn, he hadn’t seen Magnus, might he have died in the chaos?

"I don’t know."

Rein was puzzled too; he didn’t see him during the battle nor here either.

Wolman was speechless; what disciple, the person is multiple levels stronger than you, that day they were just showing mercy, while Archer upgraded so quickly, which was a bit bizarre, it gave him a glimmer of hope in his desperate state. He thought there was some supreme sword technique, what could you possibly teach others?

A group of pirates was slicing up the dead Time Sword, these people had plenty of treasures on them, just their weapons could fetch a lot of money.

Liszt was wrapped in bandages all over; although spell power was healing his injuries, he still looked like a mummy and found a cool spot among the collapsed buildings to sit down and smoke.

"The military doctors Fen brought from Pedan have already taken Magnus away, half-dead, don’t know if he can be saved. Thanks to Magnus for killing Zote."

Liszt spoke as if infected with some damn new corona pneumonia; the punctured lung leaf hadn’t fully healed, and Zote’s corpse was not far away ahead.

Truly a terrifying man, a pirate trying to strip Zote’s corpse of his sword, but even in death, Zote firmly held onto the sword, as if it was part of his body.

After dealing with all the related matters, Fen also rushed over to examine Zote’s corpse, heard there was some magic constraint, but with Zote’s death, the parasites inside lost vitality and vanished, losing research value, truly a pity.

"Nusmage..."

Rein looked at Garscek in human form and complained, one of the Big Car’s hands was gone, how fierce was it inside the city just now?

Liszt almost couldn’t hold it in, damn Nusmage, is this a talent freak? The living dead lost his right hand, Garscek lost the left hand, right?

Those wings about fifty meters long, once detached from the body, turned into black and purple flames, constantly burning and eroding until destruction.

Garscek rolled her eyes, too weak to speak, no mood to argue with Rein.

She wasn’t a lowly construct like a flying dragon, but needs a long recovery period, measured in years, to grow back. The energy-based wings and hands can mostly be used, just try to avoid revealing her true form, as the energy burden is terrifying. For a long time, she’ll only be able to walk, turned from a Ferrari to a wheelchair, but it’s alright, Western Continent people are average wheelchair users.

Fafna didn’t coddle Rein.

"Regulus..."

Fafna replied in kind, then quickly felt it was wrong, adding, "Belongs to Regulus... Heard Aran’s Life Alchemy greatly reduces sexual function, magic transformation surely surpasses it."

Though the texts are different, both Western Continent common language and Cyrudil Language are ideographic texts, quite profound, some localized usages are common.

Rein was greatly shocked, "Is it your uncle treating you poorly?"

Fafna’s EMOJI expression awkwardly smiled, "No, your affinity with women is just bad, you know; at Heaven Port, which of those mistresses isn’t money-driven?"

Rein flew two meters away.

Wolman almost spat up two mouthfuls of blood, Fafna’s aggressiveness became too strong, but there was admiration for the sect saint heir in her eyes.

"Only Magnus is truly disabled! Know your limits, OK?"

Liszt couldn’t hold it in, this group really had no scruples. To be honest, Liszt quite admired Magnus, seen many lousy pirates, but this kind of damn knight-like character really earns respect.

Fen saw the topic drifting further and further and quickly talked about serious matters.

"The sect’s priests are mostly madmen, captured few alive, mostly all dead, only a few priests were detained."

Fen explained the situation to Liszt.

Also gathered some information, Aran’s internal strife, discord between the Royal Court and sect, Pope plans to slap the Emperor on September 9th at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, hitting the Emperor hard.

The reason Zote was so focused on killing dragons was the Pope preparing a grand gift.

"The Lord is dead; it’s understandable you want a grand burial to showcase your style. But the damn anti-social man died; how do you plan to handle it?"

Rein asked Liszt.

This question stumped Liszt; he really hadn’t thought it through.

Summer Shadi, who had been silent aside, thinking over the Summer Sunset Island script, extinguished his cigarette butt and a sharp light flickered in his eyes.

"Hey! I have an idea! Didn’t we capture Church Court people alive? They are supposed to be gifts, whether the Pope sends them or we do, why not send Mr. Deputy’s corpse as a gift to the competition Champion? Anyway, if Saleret breaks into the top 16, it’ll blow up, otherwise that bastard Kai Deng will get the cheap advantage."

Summer Shadi suggested, after a careful thought, the Pope rushing to do this on September 9th is somewhat urgent, then delay until the last minute, transforming into Dead Line Warrior, sending the gift on time. With the sect’s influence, such a hurry, mid-way verification might be canceled, and in Aran’s territory, it’s sure to be smooth sailing straight to the Imperial Arena for the grand opening.

Everyone present felt their scalp tingling, like thunder striking their ears.

A year passed.

In Londen City, Summer Shadi came up with the idea of triple consumption of one fish, finally came up with a good suggestion, previously looked down upon by everyone as the East Coast Idea King, having dual pupils was already an invincible path, what need to borrow other’s bones? Once again showed his prowess!

"Damn..."

Fen Dou’s pupils were shaken, today’s behavior was exceptionally unusual, likened to the Wonderland Syndrome, and caused him to curse, this idea can only be described as divine.

A great exchange of Totoro for titanium.

"Deputy Director swore lifelong allegiance! Must return to homelands in spirit! Spread the word, make a pair of... top-quality coffins, make them impressive! Can present them at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, cost is no object!"

Liszt made the decision, there could be no better promotional opportunity, elector surely will hit the Emperor’s face, keep sending some constitutional soldiery naval personnel to mess with me, right?

And the Emperor has no words to say, as Liszt is eliminating Aran threats, merit offsets fault, overseas loyal ones, East Sea heroes.

Gone through major works, hard jobs, skilled tricks.

Now organizing...

Rashomon.