Black Sail
Chapter 67: LXVII. Set Sail

Chapter 67: LXVII. Set Sail

Cruel cheers and barbaric howls imitated the terrifying cries of the Cannibal Tribe.

In the East Sea Domain, a lawless place through and through, too many madmen who danced on a tightrope of life were born.

Liszt summoned the Junlin Sword, a sword of infinite ingenious uses. As the eerie black light swept over, the wounds on his body burned with a strange black mist, and in a moment, the injuries were healed, though they left marks like burns.

This completely subdued all the pirates under the Black Sail Captain.

Just as Liszt had said.

This was fair... A true man-to-man fight.

As the leader of this band of outlaws, Liszt switched faces faster than flipping a book, then chatted merrily with the key members aboard, not taking the earlier brush with death seriously at all.

Claude hung his head, his expression vacant. He and Liszt had traveled today from Lavender Town to Wind Breath Canyon, over mountains and hills, and had barely escaped from the mines, enduring a rough horse ride. Claude knew well his level of exhaustion; Liszt’s condition was also dire. It was hard to imagine this man’s viciousness and scheming; now, he too was part of this crowd with no way back. Perhaps he had fallen into the Abyss.

Liszt instructed all pirates to clean up the battlefield and bring anything useful as they prepared to make a quick getaway.

Fen pulled back his dark violet robe and draped it over himself again. The affairs of Londen City were finally concluded, and Liszt’s authority had been solidified. If he died, the disposal channels in Heaven Port, the transfer of properties he controlled there, and his trusted followers in Heaven Port, the purposes of the gemstones, and the stele the senior crew had their own thoughts on—all of these issues would be affected. A new election for captain would certainly ignite all problems at once; Liszt could not die.

Fen looked at the three people behind Claude. Goria and Caroso were both extremely weak; he wondered why Liszt hadn’t killed these two, surely Liszt must have other plans. Once in Heaven Port, there might be a major scene.

"This place looks too evil; let’s clean up and get out fast."

Wolman, in his torn and excruciatingly painful scale armor, surveyed the gruesome state of the shore. This sinister place was no place to linger; stay too long and bad luck would cling. Murder was murder, but luck still mattered; they were two different things.

"Here come the platitudes again."

Morison ordered the pirates to bring his purchased purple berries from the ship, munching and chatting while he ate.

Rein did not know Claude and, seeing him looking glum, seemed not too thrilled with his new life.

This burly big man had shown impressive moves just now, fiercely protecting the busty damsel. He must be the knight Liszt had mentioned before.

After confirming with Swan,

Rein’s hand landed on Claude’s shoulder.

"You’re right, but the Black Sail Pirates, developed independently by Liszt, are a brand new commercial organization, set in the East Sea Domain. You’re about to play a poor soul hovering on the brink of death, encountering people of various characters and unique abilities, dying with them in streets, bodies left to rot in the wild, all while gradually discovering the truth about the pirates."

For such a person aboard the ship, not assigning a key position would mean not being able to retain him; Rein decided to give Claude a bit of a rough welcoming first.

"I haven’t said anything yet."

Claude didn’t know what to say—who was asking you?

Rein found it very boring; this was a person without a sense of humor, adding another stoic to the ranks after Fen, Ox, and Swan.

Liszt walked over to check on the "cargo"; he already had plans; now having hostages not only on the ship but also in Heaven Port, all were at his mercy to slaughter.

Now speaking, Beima Xiaochaijin’s side had already opened a pathway; as long as they delivered the goods according to the agreement and didn’t ask about irrelevant matters, before Aran and Beima officially went to war, the Black Sail could always have good days.

But now in this situation, Liszt changed his mind, not ruling out the possibility of eliminating the contacts in Heaven Port and swallowing them up.

The mysterious person’s cloak was wet from the rain.

Liszt tsk-tsked in wonder, really quite the busty beauty.

"There was quite a commotion just now, you weren’t hurt, were you?"

Liszt moved closer to the mysterious person.

The mysterious person had seen the earlier battle and, hand on the other arm, tilted their head, clearly having some resistant thoughts.

"Alas, you’ve scared the poor girl."

Shadi pointed out the problem—it’s not just the poor girl you scared, you fucking charged with an axe and smashed heads; even people living ordinary lives would be frightened watching that.

"God damn scared, but your uncle, I love little girls the most."

Liszt had no idea that he was no longer the hot-blooded man "glorifying his country" in North America, but a disheveled, sweaty, leather-armored guy with a scarred face. He was still dreaming about finally starting a beautiful harem, thinking this was the real, proper way to begin life in a different world.

Caroso was already so exhausted that when he saw that Marcus was dead, he just collapsed to the ground and fainted.

The Mysterious Man immediately bent over to check on him, all flustered.

"Damn..."

Liszt was stunned. If Caroso died, how could he earn his way onto the ship, how could he infiltrate this mysterious man by controlling these two? Under the sense of crisis, this chick only thought about hastily handing over duties and leaving, but how to establish a beneficial bond for her own use?

He quickly called Mika to check the situation.

Mika had already dressed Ox’s wounds. The others had minor injuries and could be ignored for the moment. After coming down, he checked the heartbeat with a stethoscope and then flipped open Caroso’s cloak, lifting his shirt.

What he saw was a wound about twenty centimeters long on Caroso’s chest and abdomen, but it had been cauterized black by electric burns to stop the bleeding. There were other infected old wounds that looked horrifying.

Even the usually silent Swan was shocked. This man was injured more severely than Goria, having cauterized his own flesh to stop the bleeding. He fought his way to Lavender Town and then back, still pushing himself to stay conscious until he reached the port.

"Holy Spirit Sect’s Superman indeed."

Liszt couldn’t believe it. These madmen were just too outrageous.

Mika examined him for a while. Under extreme fatigue, the myocardial blood supply was insufficient, and the heartbeat was already somewhat weak. The infected wounds were also rapidly draining his strength; he needed to immediately administer antibiotics and clean the wounds. Additionally, the subcutaneous bleeding and swollen joints suggested the initial signs of sepsis. Strong bactericidal medication was necessary, but first, he needed to administer nutrient fluids to restore strength, then clear up lesions and infections. He was already walking through the gates of hell and needed immediate treatment.

But it didn’t matter.

"This lady is badly hurt; I will take her for treatment first."

Mika retracted his stethoscope and spoke seriously.

"No, I can still hold on."

Although Goria was also struggling, she could still speak faintly. She understood that if Caroso died, the subsequent unexpected events would be difficult to handle. These pirates were unexpectedly strong, having held off the Constitutional Soldiers and Priests who came from Aran. The Earl must have contacted the toughest local snakes on the East Shore; precautions were necessary.

"That won’t do, such a pity for this pair..."

Mika quickly corrected himself, "Such a pity for such a beauty."

Mika started to curry favor.

In Goria’s crew vote, the results were to rely on one’s own abilities, Mika had to vigorously catch crabs.

Liszt called Archer, who had been on the sidelines, instructing him to quickly bring the deckhand and assistant cook to prepare a grand meal.

"Human life is paramount, get on board first. I’ll assign you some assistants to take care of these esteemed guests who’ve come from afar and our injured brothers."

Liszt saw that the battlefield was already cleaned up and everyone had gathered.

Rein thought it was time to set sail, to gallop across the world, ruling the Four Seas.

"It’s best to depart quickly, delay could lead to problems."

Fen suggested.

"Original..."

Before Rein finished speaking,

Liszt quickly interrupted, "At this time if you go spouting nonsense, I’ll beat you to death."

Liszt picked up the Frost Rhododendron Blood-crying, banging it against the iron on the ground to make noise, then loudly added,

"Everyone, look at me, I have an announcement, heading to the universe’s highest port, Heaven Port! Set sail!"

Liszt shouted.

Everyone was shocked, thinking he was about to say something profound.

Liszt, though a science student, had to play the part of a cultured person, beginning to repeat the classics.

"On this journey, like fish entering the sea, birds soaring into the sky, we will no longer be restrained!"

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