Black Sail
Chapter 92: XCII. The Orange Is Set

Chapter 92: XCII. The Orange Is Set

On the way, Liszt took a windward bath, which indeed was quite refreshing.

In the study.

He was back in his original spot.

The next day, dawn.

Inside Dreya Manor, there were gentlemen’s clothes, all prepared for Liszt. Her taste far surpassed Liszt’s, almost to an indescribable extent.

Straight-cut black trousers, lace-up leather boots, an open-necked white shirt, knowing that Liszt was coming back this time, she even picked out a silver pendant necklace as a gift.

Dreya’s complexion looked much better than before. Even as a member of the Blood Clan, as long as she drank regularly, her body still functioned normally, and her skin retained warmth.

Liszt, however, seemed somewhat dispirited. Putting on boots felt several times more exhausting than traversing the mountains in Wind Breath Canyon, slaying his way back to Lavender Town and then back to the secret port.

At last, Dreya had been entirely subdued, utterly compliant.

Once he put on the outfit that Dreya had paired for him, he immediately shed the pirate look and carried a bit of the air of a noble official.

"The clothes you were wearing earlier, just leave them. I’ll have a servant wash them," Dreya said, wrapped in her dressing gown, as she personally helped Liszt wear his coat. "When will you shave that beard? It’s terribly unrefined."

The reason Liszt could so ferociously "bring glory to the country" in North America wasn’t just due to the Transformation Skill, but also because he needed the Ancient Holy Body—an ability to fight with considerable appeal— in order to complete the lengthy pre-requisite missions at an accelerated pace.

When Dreya first met Liszt, his beard wasn’t as long as it now was, less than half an inch, and quite pleasing to look at for her age.

Since Liszt never mentioned the Cosmic Person matter, Dreya simply believed his blood was unique, perhaps a sort of compatibility, leading her to begin self-strategizing.

"You don’t understand, if you’re not ruthless, you won’t stand firm."

Liszt prepared to leave. It was already the early morning of the next day, and he had arrived yesterday in the early afternoon; it truly was frightening.

"That doesn’t mean you have to grow it so long and braid it like a girl thinks she’s doing," Dreya said while touching his beard.

"Stop that, will you? Big sister."

Liszt finished dressing and gave a shake, finding the clothes quite fitting; they were all his size.

"It won’t do; today I must shave it."

Dreya spoke seriously.

"Then you’ll have to kill me first."

Liszt knew he was cornered and didn’t dare to make a move on Goria. If Dreya ended up killing the poor girl, what a pity it would be for such a beauty. There was no hope for Heaven Port now; he would have to go out to sea later on and catch crabs ferociously.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Liszt’s mind, right, sister, killing two birds with one stone.

Liszt believed he had always mistakenly assumed that Dreya’s orientation was normal, merely because they had been sleeping together all this while, but what if there was a chance for something more?

"What’s your opinion on famous adventurers?"

Liszt began to test the waters.

"What a strange question. A famous person is just a famous person."

Dreya didn’t find it significant.

"Is that so? For a long time I’ll be at Heaven Port, seems like I should settle down there. Even if I go to sea, it won’t be for long. Don’t keep going crazy every day, one of these days you might get chopped up without knowing."

Liszt knew Dreya was formidable, but being all iron, how many nails can one strike?

When Swan defected to Fen, Fen could have gone ashore directly.

But Fen understood this principle; power was needed to get things done—informants, underlings, resources, and control over territory.

Someone like Fen understood this; ultimately, a single person is vulnerable.

Let alone Dreya, a woman.

Hearing that President Liszt would be staying longer, Dreya smiled. Finally, something reasonable.

"Let’s go."

Liszt left. He had no interest in staying any longer.

"Wait..."

Dreya rolled up Liszt’s sleeves and bit down on his forearm, sucking the wound clean before wiping her mouth with her thumb.

"Alright, get out."

Dreya lazily collapsed onto the sofa, picked up a popular novel and, impatient with Liszt, waved him off. Overnight stays were cold-hearted—it was time for PowerPoint.

"Then these eighty Golden Dragons are yours."

Liszt treated it as his overnight fee and started his CPU.

Dreya frowned.

But Liszt had already left. She had long realized that scoring a cheap wife was never good news.

As he left the manor.

Dreya leaned against the window and playfully said, "I’ll hold onto it for you. When you need money, come find me."

Liszt’s eyelid twitched, but he had no mood to argue further.

At this very moment, an anonymous letter had been handed over to the adventurer’s guild for safekeeping, scheduled for low-cost transportation to the Beima Duchy East Shore along with other goods.

The East Shore’s adventurer’s guild would then distribute the task, and any adventurous souls could take on the job to deliver the letter to Heaven Port. The reward was a generous three Golden Dragons.

Evidence of delivery would be the response letter; once the client received it, the three Golden Dragons would officially be theirs.

Though the process was cumbersome, the amount earned for a simple errand was worth a shot.

Black Sail had quite a few properties in Heaven Port.

Among them, the best-located one was a coffee shop. Liszt now started acting with the handover in half a month as his focus. He needed to secure Goria first.

He wasn’t sure how Dreya would feel about Goria; it was the ultimate choice. If it worked out, then all three could happily live together. If not, one or two might meet their demise.

For now, he pinned his hopes on the Baron’s fiancée, working as a manager in Black Sail’s coffee shop.

This place was near a big shot’s estate; no one dared start trouble here, as it would be seen as a challenge.

The bustling streets of the Inner City were filled with flashy signs and lightboxes.

Liszt arrived at the coffee shop, but there were no customers. Instead, he saw Rein and his Yisu fox-eared lover huddled together, whispering sweet nothings, disgustingly mushy, completely unaware of his presence.

"Yo, you’re early."

Shadi was also there for the free coffee, back on the island living the good life. He didn’t concern himself with what would happen over the next ten-plus days—that was for Liszt and Fen, the tall ones, to ponder.

Liszt nodded.

Heaven Port wasn’t a nine-to-five kind of place; not many people were interested in artisanal coffee. Only a few non-pirate citizens of Heaven Port would come in the afternoon or evening, favoring coffee less than liquor. The business was tragically losing money, always in a deficit.

Liszt wasn’t out to make a profit, but rather to be closer to the local powers, hence his affair with a bigwig’s daughter.

His main goal this time was to find the Baron’s fiancée and see if she was a good match for Goria—to settle down and claim the prize.

The Baron’s fiancée was a person of sophisticated beauty; her calm demeanor and delicate features screamed high society. She wore little glasses—tough, fist-sized.

Shadi sipped his coffee, oblivious to what Liszt was discussing with the manager, turning the city’s old maid red-faced as if she was about to bleed from the embarrassment.

You see, in the Western Continent, one could marry at fourteen, even get betrothed at eight, so someone in their late twenties who wasn’t married could definitely be called an old maid.

"Is it really possible?" Liszt was beyond hopeful, giving the manager a symbolic hug with barely any contact, adding, "And you, my friend, are the true hero."

Liszt, his plan unfolding across his face.

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