Black Sail
Chapter 442: LXXVI. The Saint is Not Dead

Chapter 442: LXXVI. The Saint is Not Dead

Ancients, losing a single hair to benefit the realm, did not do so; mastering all under heaven for oneself, took nothing.

Everyone not losing a hair, everyone not benefiting the realm, thus the realm was governed.

This can mostly be understood as:

If a rule or system is given what is called emergency status or ultimate interpretative authority, the actual operation of this set of rules will always be in an emergency, always exceeding interpretative limits.

This will inevitably lead to chaos.

The Western Continent doesn’t have its own Yang Zhu, but it has its version of "saints do not die, great thieves do not cease."

The essence here is of a ranger, who had captured a wanted criminal with bounty on his head, but this man began to put on airs, stating he does not want the bounty, and serves for peace. The sheriff remarked that after you’ve acted so high and mighty, you make other bounty hunters seem naïve. You’ve set a precedent and now taking money seems crass, and capturing criminals has lost its fervor. These exiled criminals are now more rampant than ever., Ranger, I’ve played this game longer than you. Take my advice—take the money.

Common language, Cyrus script, also ideographic; allusions can be simplified by incorporating hyperlinks in dialogue.

Once, Liszt went against all advice just to get Haywood onboard, as for the others on the ship, they were part of the "all advice."

But Haywood’s behavior was too straight-laced; over the years suspicions were extinguished.

Who could have thought that, after several years, he would concoct something big—or rather, something invincibly massive.

Whether Haywood would betray the legion or betray Black Sail,

This could be directly concluded.

Of course, there was certainly a happy choice, that being Black Sail becoming Da Gun’s bridgehead, an outpost.

Even without understanding Da Gun’s intentions,

Haywood looked like this, creature-like with triple eyes and a mouth full of sharp fangs, you clearly can’t expect those guys to come just for some social gathering.

What you think Da Gun is, ah, small potatoes of the Western Continent, I pull you for free; once out of this plane, mentioning me always works, just tell your big brother what you need, come dine in the Demon Realm.

In fact, Da Gun, if energy could be attached to bullets, how cool that would be, I don’t eat human flesh, bang! The gun fires.

Under the flickering candlelight.

Shadi’s face, full of bloodstains, was intermittently bright and dark.

Even so,

He didn’t come straight to the point, as they had known each other for many years, bringing up life and death seemed inappropriate; the Willow Leaf Blade was sharpened finely, pointing at Haywood, his expression calm, merely reciting the widely known ranger story of the Western Continent.

And Haywood’s Intelligence obviously surpassed finely detailed ghosts and clever insects, Archer and Weber.

He naturally understood what it meant.

If he wanted to flee now, Shadi would not break the rules. He would follow the iron law of Black Sail, if anyone absconds, they must be cut down.

"Is there no leeway at all?"

Haywood no longer strained his voice, his true voice was extremely hoarse and rough, like void muttering, worms grinding.

Shadi pondered for a while.

"Of course, there is, you don’t have to forsake your current identity, but your actions, and...the content of conversations within your legion, I believe they need to be determined by many key members."

He said thus, there was no better solution than this.

Haywood hesitated for a while.

"Unfortunately, that is military secrecy."

He said thus.

Upon hearing this, Shadi took a deep hiss, twirling the Willow Leaf Blade under the candlelight, its sharp edge casting rounds of cold light, the lethal intent in his cold gaze already stirring.

"It must be so."

Haywood crumbled into blood-red flowing sand, sweeping away, extinguishing the candlelight.

Though Shadi’s recent wounds had just healed and he was not as strong as in former days, he still retained about sixty to seventy percent of his strength. Applying force to his blade, wielding the Qi Sect Secret Technique like the Wind-controlling Power, tides of wind surged, his blade danced in a flash of cold light, striking with speed as groups of objects around were shattered and burst.

Instantly, blood-red was aflutter, amidst blade light and sword shadow.

On the other side,

The main thoroughfare of Golden Palm Port.

When Rein and Swan arrived, the situation here was quite complex.

Morison indiscriminately attacked passersby, causing a massive riot, which naturally attracted the attention of the city guards. Soon after, over a hundred Sword Armor Soldiers armed with matchlock guns arrived at the scene.

They could have executed the culprit on the spot, but it was Black Sail, who was treated as an honored guest by the Golden Palm Port Lord.

Fortunately, no one died; most were just lightly injured, with the worst few bedridden for over a month.

After Saleret explained the situation to the Guard Captain and offered to cover the medical expenses, he even promised an additional one hundred silver coins in compensation to each victim.

As a result, those accidentally injured were nearly laughing with joy, almost wishing they had broken another leg.

With the guards intervening, Kai Deng took the opportunity to escape, leaving no trace behind.

The four of them discussed their strategy at a street corner, all looking gloomy.

"This time we’re really fucked. That damn whore got her hands on some good stuff from Black Sail, she could sell the information and be set for life."

Rein took a drag from his cigarette. Damn, the top decision-maker, Liszt, wasn’t here. Now was it time to continue with the railway business or to start an all-out war with the Thief Guild? He had no idea.

"Why didn’t you two say it was fake earlier?"

Morison had his suspicions too, but he was simply too lazy to verify the information.

"Damn it, only Haywood received a letter. That bootylicious bitch had something about a lantern. If Liszt is really dead, who the hell are we supposed to follow as the new leader?"

Rein’s question touched on a crucial issue.

"If that’s true, then Fen would be a suitable choice."

Swan answered without hesitation.

"I believe I’m capable."

Morison didn’t hesitate either; that way, he could decide everything by rolling dice. He believed he was always lucky and tough; as long as he kept rolling the dice, the path would unfold.

"Shit."

Rein didn’t know what to say.

Damn, Fen had received word that Liszt might have bitten the dust, so he needed to send another letter back quickly.

"Saleret said he has a way to fix this."

Morison brought this up.

"How’s that?"

Rein offered Saleret a cigarette.

Saleret didn’t smoke at all and refused, explaining that it affected cardiovascular efficiency, crucial in combat between masters, though he didn’t elaborate because it carried a high price.

In the previous dance hall, that woman had made an escape, leaving behind objects carrying her scent.

But it could be done with her hair or blood as well.

"I can directly pinpoint her location, though there are distance limits. Within the Eastern Narrow Sea and half of the Western Continent is no problem, but I’ll need to prepare."

Saleret said calmly.

"Fuck, you’re a Magician."

Morison scoffed.

The battle at the tower did not go to the end.

But he had already concluded Saleret was no good.

It was like targeting his weakness; initially, one should choose the useless to perfectly distribute attribute points, otherwise other levels couldn’t go up after reaching a high level.

Saleret had chosen other skills and completely wasted them.

Before Rein left, he heard Shadi had chased after Haywood. Damn it.

Even if Saleret could lock down Kai Deng’s location, Brother Sha couldn’t go; he had run away again. Without the top experts from Black Sail headquarters at the Mulong Duchy and the railway matter, it was all at risk.

"Let’s not delay and start preparing immediately."

Rein urged Saleret.

Swan and Ben were well acquainted with the Thief Guild. The two of them, along with Saleret, was the best arrangement.

Saleret could also keep Ben in check.

Comparatively, Ben had completely lost his value, would no longer be employed by Diaz, and had become a pure traitor, potentially a useful pawn.