Black Sail
Chapter 611: CCXXVII. Historic Group Photo

Chapter 611: CCXXVII. Historic Group Photo

Rein definitely isn’t afraid of having a bad reputation. Whether it’s back home in the Highland or in the adventurer trade, he’s long been labeled as the one who killed the leader to seize the Minister of Aran’s gift, forgetting loyalty, kindness, and justice, a notorious ultimate scapegoat for moving the treasure map.

"Cheese."

Rein squatted on the ground in a very hip-hop style, with his hands making a peace sign sideways and his tongue sticking out like a saw-toothed steel knife, wearing a fashionable dark red leather coat, triggering a fashion-phobia episode.

A photo was taken.

Liszt’s idea was that every core member should take a photo, to spread the word back home, and finally take a family photo.

"Where’s General Fen? Where did he disappear to, not coming for the photo?"

Liszt’s head bandages had been removed, but those on his body were still intact. He wore the classic style of a white shirt, jeans, and military boots, smoking a cigarette.

"He’s tidying himself up."

Shadi’s reaction was almost the same as Rein’s before, damn scary, General Fen was from the former nobility, living a life of indulgence and luxury, one of the top three flags under Old Pedan. But to be honest, Shadi has quite an admiration for him. After coming to the East Sea, he adapted to the local customs and lived simply, even though his mage robe was of decent material, it only cost two or three silver coins, and he wasn’t picky about food. Whatever Archer cooked up on the ship, he ate without complaint.

Overall, Fen was exceptionally resilient, reacting in an unprecedented way these past few days.

"My hair!"

Liszt’s cigarette fell to the ground in fright, unable to be smoked, genuinely terrifying.

Shadi speculated that Fen knew he was about to return to the international stage, telling the Pedan Elder Council that he... would make a comeback, clean your neck and wait for me, something like that.

Shadi had already taken his photo, and he wasn’t afraid of being photographed at all with his looks.

Besides, the core members of Black Sail had already been on wanted posters flying everywhere. Although the bounty was retracted by the Cross Alliance, it had long been ingrained in their DNA. Everyone could take a photo.

Archer didn’t care whether his apprentice Magnus lived or died. Even though he was resuscitated, he didn’t even look at him and was drunk again.

"Can I jump while taking the photo?"

Archer, like an idiot, kept bouncing in place, thinking he could record a video or something. But while this world had a nautical era industrial base similar to Earth’s eighteenth or nineteenth century, it clearly hadn’t developed that fast.

"Do whatever you like..."

The female intern was a bit speechless, instinctively disliking the drunkard reeking of alcohol.

Fen hadn’t shown up while tidying himself.

Instead, Morrison and Mika, those two comparisons, came expecting.

As Mika had been rushing, only the two of them arrived. Zahak and Jin Mier, along with other captives, were still at Golden Palm Port, watched over by Goria and her group.

Mika was truly audacious.

Liszt himself definitely didn’t dare to go to the Continent Martial Arts Competition scene, he might try challenging remotely, but meeting the Emperor in the capital, forget it.

But Mika...

Truly wanted to pursue Qili.

Came with Celeste, along with Junlin Sword Madman, Aisnor’s old noble and wealthy, and the Tiger-man Nashano.

Seeing Liszt’s success, and being able to embark on the greatest adventure of the Holy Spirit’s 27th century with him, they were ecstatic.

Liszt, however, wasn’t very enthusiastic, thinking he truly fell for Nashano’s evil plan. What All Mother of All Mother? Even Zote couldn’t kill him, almost got himself killed.

But as the Junlin Sword Madman, Nashano believed it was absolutely impossible! The Junlin Sword was invincible! It could only be that Zote was about to meet his predestined death, he had a resistance to death, just could resist better than others, but before the Curse Killing took effect, he was already dead.

Liszt was deceived by Nashano again, ruling the continent... If all the powers, an eighth of it, were gathered, not just the Emperor, the Dragon Lord Holy Spirit God, all kinds of Demon Gods and so on, they would all be taken down!

This Rashomon of opening Pandora’s box, Mika took full charge, from Golden Palm Port by ship to Chenxi Port, then by car to Aran Imperial City. To be honest, they were already a little behind schedule.

Mika could only pin hope on this special express Rashomon train, to study how to pursue Qili in one shot.

The truth was...

With feelings of trepidation when approaching one’s hometown, Mika was a bit afraid... of returning to Chenxi Port, for various reasons, constantly avoiding past incidents.

"Awesome."

Morrison was speechless, this was truly bold and reckless.

"At the end of immortality, who stands atop, once seeing Mika, everything turns to void."

Shadi had to admit, at this moment, Mika was the bravest in Black Sail.

"You two hurry up and take your photos as well, everyone takes their individual shots, then we’ll take a family photo, damn it."

Liszt lit another cigarette, pointing and directing the scenery.

In reality, he was a bit restless.

Because next, he would have to ascend to Luoyang with a sword, to the Mulong Capital, Celeste didn’t bring Sharon along, just settled her in Drifting City.

He was pondering how to resolve the matter between Dreya and Sharon. Mo Yutong’s stuff was all just goddamn blabber, but Sharon’s a genuinely sweet Californian straight girl from Emmerich, which makes it really hard.

"For crying out loud, the whole family photo isn’t even complete with so many people missing!"

Mika was excited about realizing his ultimate dream soon. Disguised as Church Court personnel, as long as his identity wasn’t exposed, there was no fear of blowing his cover midway.

"First, Swan wasn’t originally on the wanted list, unlike us dudes whose mugshots are flying everywhere. Only the Thief Guild is after him, and the secret nature of his profession doesn’t suit being in the spotlight. Brother Ox is from Mirror Sea, with this Mulong weather, he couldn’t come. We can take a family photo with the folks we have. Haiwu..."

Liszt didn’t finish speaking but stopped himself just in time.

Yet everyone present got a hint; in Liszt’s heart, he still considered Haywood a buddy.

"If you put it that way, everyone really is here, damn it."

Rein counted, there were eight people.

"I want to take a picture too!"

Fafna puffed up angrily.

"Sweetie, when we get back to Heaven Port, we’ll do a full beauty filter treatment, okay?"

Liszt comforted her, if you end up in the photo, that would truly give the Emperor a reason to flip out.

Claude, the last to join Black Sail, served as a pitiful tool man for Angel Round and was excluded.

"Let’s quickly finish taking pictures, I’m starving. It’s been ages since we set out for the Royal Capital, and I still want to see what Mulong Palace looks like. We all might die when we get there, damn it."

Morison sat down with a flourish.

"We’re waiting for Uborio to join us, and Glasses is still tinkering. I’m really impressed."

Waiting too long for Fen, Liszt even used the Glasses nickname.

"I am really impressed too."

Celeste was dumbfounded. She also needed to go to Mulong Capital to guide the work and teach Su Yizhana how to maintain her position.

The group waited another ten to twenty minutes.

Fen finally emerged from the temporary tent, dressed in elegantly tailored and understated noble attire, not at all flashy, quite reserved. Even his usually loose black hair was tied up, making him look a couple of years younger.

After so many years with Fen, it was the first time seeing him stand there with a staff showing off.

The female intern who had a thing for Fen was practically drooling, immediately flying on Weibo like a shooting star, imagining having billions of children, giving birth so often until exhaustion set in.

"You’re making us look like clowns!"

Liszt was dumbfounded; everyone was just casually taking photos for fun, but now they’d all demand a redo with your setup.

Turns out Fen is the kind of shady guy who likes to stand at the back in group photos to make his face look smaller.

"No worries, isn’t there that trope? Everyone in the group photo dies one by one, making it all tragic, and with General Fen’s eye-catching style, he’ll certainly be the first to get hit."

Rein quipped.

"Goddamn it!"

Liszt wanted to punch someone; it would’ve been better if Rein hadn’t spoken, what a jinx.

"You don’t really have to be that damn auspicious with your good luck wishes..."

Even Morison couldn’t hold back.

After everyone took an individual glamour shot, the group photo with the historical shadow, the No. 1 Wanted Criminal in Aran began.

Wolman put his big axe to Zote’s neck.

Rein maintained his extremely rock-n-roll shooting pose, squatting next to Zote’s body, giving a horizontal peace sign and sticking out his tongue.

Local Western Continent moron Archer imitated Rein’s pose, forming a sergeant-like protective stand on the sides.

Shadi just held his sword, showing a 70-degree side profile, showing off coolness.

Mika was so obsessed with Kili, he was somewhat distracted, with a slightly sinister expression from his fantasies.

Morison was still quite interested in photography, flipping out the sleeve sword from his crocodile leather jacket as if it were a middle finger.

Fen was extremely dignified, with both hands on his staff and a classic aristocratic smile.

In the center, Liszt posed with scissors on Zote’s corpse in a silly manner.

The flash illuminated.

In the empty area by the ruins of Silver Moon Lake, the group photo was completed.