Black Sail
Chapter 86: LXXXVI. Magic Energy Punk of the Doomsday Wasteland

Chapter 86: LXXXVI. Magic Energy Punk of the Doomsday Wasteland

"Captain, what loot did we snag this time?"

"Please, sell it to me, I beg you, I’ll let my wife accompany you."

"Forget it, your wife is too unsightly, my wife, young, all curves, and top-notch in bed!"

These traders were like the enforcers hired by the top three fence operations in Heaven Port, monopolizing all channels. Attracting customers for the middlemen was considered a performance indicator.

They went to great lengths to get their hands on Liszt’s goods.

In the East Sea Domain, Liszt belongs to one of the strongest Pirate Gangs, and he almost always returned with a full load, making him a high-quality client.

There was also competition between the top three, who would lower their profits to maintain them at a controllable level during price wars.

As soon as Liszt got off the ship, he was immediately surrounded like a celebrity.

Goria looked perplexed. What on earth did these guys think marriage was, the idiots?

"Um... there’s no cargo on the ship, you all can leave now."

Liszt was dismissing these folks, who were annoying to even look at. He was now dealing with thousands of Golden Dragons, still mingling with these trash who traded in little tobacco, liquor, and tea?

Most of the time, tobacco, liquor, and tea couldn’t be sold. The Mixed Brand Pirate Group often looted some grains and fabrics, selling junk that, after all the hustle, earned each pirate only a few silver coins.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

These traders simply couldn’t believe it. What kind of person was Liszt? Always with big hauls, how could he have no goods?

"Anyone who pushes forward or says another word, I’ll chop, no joking."

Ox pulled out his Special Large Sword, not in the mood to tangle.

That finally got the crowd to behave and make way.

"Fuck, you bastards are scared of him but not me, huh? I ought to up my game too."

Liszt felt he’d been too much of a nice guy, his kindness and decency might end up costing him one day.

These traders chuckled awkwardly, not planning to give up, they had to keep a close eye on such a big client.

Goria had her face covered with a scarf since she was a famous adventurer and had to avoid recognition.

Claude used to be a genuine Aran Knight Master, where soliciting was seen as leverage for blackmail, and stepping off the ship to see so many scantily clad women made him feel as if he was in a different world. Some didn’t even bother with tents and started right in the woods.

As for Mika, he wasn’t interested in these dodgy goods at all; he had higher standards. Too bad there were no cameras and internet here, otherwise he’d definitely be a top influencer.

The port was bustling, and the Black Sail people had to squeeze their way out of the crowd to reach the shore.

Wolman, a Saint, liked to read and improve himself. Tired from nearly twenty days at sea, he decided to rest on the ship first, watching it along with Haywood, his handyman.

The others followed Liszt back to the hotel. They needed to rest in proper rooms to recover their energy. After all, it was on Liszt’s bill; why not stay if it was free?

Deeper into the port, the city was extraordinarily complex.

The Emperor once built a magnificent fortress castle located at a commanding height, entirely painted white, stern and solemn, sprawling over a vast area, visible from anywhere on the island, now occupied by a local overlord—no trespassers.

On the outskirts of the castle, due to its transformation into a commercial port, there was construction on par with a small city—industrial, commercial, and residential areas all complete. This area had a concept of real estate, but one had to be wealthy to make it here; those who mixed here belonged to the top echelon.

Surrounding the city center were densely packed self-built houses with bizarre architectural styles where people from all over the world mixed and built illegally. This area was called the Outer City and was considered the second tier.

However, those who fled here were mostly destitutes; the forest was filled with countless tents. The worst-off vagrants, addicts waiting for death from hallucinogens, and the cheapest, worn-out prostitutes occupied the lowest tier—a place bursting with negative energy.

In any case, the "Pirate Republic" had no laws, to put it strictly. There was only one rule: you could do anything, but be prepared to face the consequences.

Liszt naturally mingled in the Inner City.

The Outer City had many self-built houses scattered around, mostly single-story and no taller than three stories. It was hard to describe the architectural style here, but if a comparison had to be made, it would be post-apocalyptic wasteland meets magic energy punk.

The rammed earth roads were pitted and uneven after the rain, with puddles filling the ruts made by carriages. The infrastructure was practically non-existent, except for some neon light fittings. Someone had started the trend of using glowing stones melted into tubes for signs or light boxes, creating a flamboyant array of colors.

"Hmm... This place is so strange."

Fafna was curious about everything, as there were fewer humans here; two-thirds were other races, including real Dark Elves unlike Shadi, with subtly light purple skin and high attractiveness. The female Dark Elves often had explosive figures, emphasized by their waist-to-hip ratios and perky breasts, dressed in skimpy leather armor, extremely hot.

Big-bearded Dwarves, gnome-like goblins, no race was missing.

Goria carefully protected Fafna, ensuring she didn’t attract too much attention.

"Captain Sir, what wind blew you back here? Have a drink, it’s on me."

"Brother Li is back, there’s clear skies now! We must pump up the prices of the stashed goods!"

"Welcome back, General Li, my proudest faith, forgotten all, but the tears keep flowing."

"MacArthur said, if Liszt comes back, I would let my soldiers become deserters."

Some acquaintances even knew the internal lingo of Black Sail. Indeed, some truly hoped that Liszt would drive the prices up; the channels for getting rid of stolen goods were monopolized. The three big players, although competing against each other, also had agreements and finally stabilized the black-market prices with a roughly 60-40 split. Heaven Port has long suffered from these top three.

And Liszt was a ruthless man; he had previously clashed with a mob boss and led a "strike movement". Rallying pirate leaders to stockpile goods rather than sell, using them themselves, with an attitude of "if you don’t let me have my fun, I won’t let you enjoy your festivities"; better dying together. Although they eventually compromised, prices still went up for a while.

From then on, Liszt became a notable figure, with a bit of a leader’s flair.

Claude indeed opened the doors to a new world, arriving at the most chaotic place on Earth. It had to be said that Liszt had full clout here, surrounded by familiar faces, all calling him brother or captain, proving his foresight was right; even mixing in pirates should make a name for oneself.

Caroso was anxious, worried about some mishap during the handover. Liszt was obviously a significant local power here, deeply entrenched.

"Damn... you all got into abstractions, huh?"

Liszt was bewildered. He had become normalized these days. His gaze turned to Rein.

"Why are you looking at me? You know, I’m introverted and bad at speaking."

Rein spoke nonchalantly.

Liszt said no more.

Black Sail Crowdfunding owned several immovable properties in the Inner City, the most valuable ones being three locations: a large hotel with a bar, serving as the Black Sail headquarters, and a café located in a prime spot, closest to the big boss’s mansion, not aiming to make money, but to infiltrate.

And lastly, a combined casino and bar, only earning from the rake and drinks. The place had a sterling reputation; if someone cheated, they faced mutilation at a minimum, and the too greedy could be hung at the casino entrance. Overseen by Fish Seller Fei and Mad Tiger, both Liszt’s subordinates, these two were local enforcers.

Heaven Port was essentially a chaotic brawl of pirates and gangs, refining Gu relentlessly, the three titans’ position unshakeable, snowballing larger and stronger.

Here, anyone without skills needed a protector, or else there was no place to seek justice if murdered; Liszt’s capability naturally included protecting others, charging a protection fee.

Liszt, benevolent at heart, preferred to call it a service fee, far cheaper than the market rate, aiming for a model of small margins but high volume.

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