Black Sail
Chapter 447: LXXXI. Astonishingly Unparalleled

Chapter 447: LXXXI. Astonishingly Unparalleled

After staying in Duguli for several days,

it was already June, with only three months left until the Continent Martial Arts Competition in the middle of September.

The nightmare of the past, the Death God-like figure with a burlap sack over his head, had also joined the competition.

Liszt, although wanting revenge, found that the time was not right. After pondering these days, he decided it was most important to leave with Sharon.

In the past few days, the adventurers’ bulletin was filled with big news—the Eternal Sect had established the Eighteenth Formation of the Time Sword, which would set up Cardinal Churches and carry out missions along the railway route of the "Advancement Movement."

And the Eighteenth Formation of the Time Sword would ensure the smooth progress of these events.

How on earth did such an outrageous decision come about?

According to rumors,

it was because the Eternal Sect had recently kidnapped important academic personnel from the Imperial City New Industrial Zone, forcing the Royal Court to make concessions.

That is to say, not only did the Black Sail in Mulong Duchy have to contend with the Aran Army General and Crocodile Island, but also with the Madmen of the Eternal Sect.

This was not a good sign.

Liszt hadn’t expected the Eternal Sect to have such influence; the internal strife in Aran was fierce, and the Madmen’s leader was even able to face off against the Emperor. That was freaking impressive.

Although Isis was a noble young woman from the Ji Weng family with endless money,

staying in a high-end hotel at a cost of fifteen silver coins a day was still Liszt’s expense—it felt idiotic to use a lover’s money.

Brother Li’s connections reached the heavens; he could easily find someone to get money from.

Before robbing the train last year, he had borrowed three hundred Golden Dragons from a newly rich tycoon.

Liszt had been waiting for Sharon’s reply. Duguli was already very close to the Imperial City, but there had been no response, which should have arrived by now.

Growing more uneasy, although rumors were not always reliable, thinking of Sharon, it was highly probable that she had been involved.

There were no cell phones on the Western Continent to inquire about Sharon’s whereabouts. If he couldn’t wait any longer for a letter, where should he go to find her?

Liszt found a chair on a viewing balcony with garden landscaping, overlooking the hustle and bustle of Duguli—the glittering glass, buildings constructed by the Magic Energy Industry, and the telephone booths being popularized made him somewhat uneasy.

Damn it, every time he came to this lousy place, it was filled with worries.

Moreover, Isis was truly promiscuous. It was just that these past few days, Liszt had been preoccupied with thoughts and didn’t have the time for that.

"You don’t even say what you’re waiting for. I can stay in Aran at most until after the Stargazing Festival, and then I might have to go back and get married."

Isis had seen Liszt handling business in the restaurant the other day and understood that his trip to Aran was for personal matters, not official ones.

She draped her hands over Liszt’s shoulders, having abandoned even her closest girlfriends to have fun with Liszt, but who knows, that promiscuous woman might have found some young guy to fool around with elsewhere.

How could Liszt not understand her implication? She wanted him to be her three-month fling until she got married. Truly like a noble young woman, too City.

"Is your fiancé handsome?"

"I’ve only met him twice. He’s alright—I guess, not particularly handsome, just an ordinary person."

"He’s not an old man, so isn’t that pretty good? What else is there to complain about? You can’t betray your family after all."

"You’re right..."

Then Isis whispered in Liszt’s ear, her lips brushing softly against him.

She expressed her wish to have Liszt’s child and have that upright man raise it, to vacation on Kersuna Island on the Southern Continent every winter, and then cheat on him behind his back.

Liszt was shocked, begging for mercy in his mind—this honesty, please spare me.

The eight years here were equivalent to more than ten years back home; this woman’s temperament had undergone an earth-shattering change; she was completely different.

Such a wild little sister—he must have some special Constitution that attracted mad women. The ones he hit it off with, like Celeste, were all extremely mad—it wasn’t a matter of being City or not, even the Night City never played that big.

"Don’t act so shocked. I’m very traditional. Have you ever met my best friend? I am much better than her; she enjoys messing around with the monsters on Chenfeng Plateau."

"Ah..."

He liked a phrase from the East Sea King, "Ah?"

Speechless, Liszt—Rein would be thrilled—hurry up and introduce your best friend to that abstract dog, okay?

Isis couldn’t stand it anymore; after she got married, such opportunities would be very rare. Her hands circling Liszt’s neck continued their conquering path downwards.

An untimely knock on the door sounded.

Liszt was also kind of exploding; honestly, all these years, the vile words his older sister Isis had just spoken were the most to his liking.

"I’ll get the door."

Liszt had asked Galen to keep an eye on the mail. Opening the room door, to his surprise, stood Galen.

"Got a reply yet?"

"Yes... but..."

"But what, don’t fucking beat around the bush."

"The postmark address isn’t the Imperial City, but a small border town in Aran, sent by that Honorable-level Adventure Group in Mulong we wrote to last time. They had someone deliver it here."

"What?"

Liszt couldn’t believe it. He had received no response from Sharon, and Haywood should have been able to handle this matter well after receiving the letter.

For Liszt himself, he was unaware that he had been conferred the title of an officer in the Agares Demon God Army.

The situation was far beyond control.

Liszt tore open the wax seal of the envelope without delay and read every word carefully. The more he read, the more his pupils violently shook.

The handwriting was Swan’s.

Out of Black Sail, aside from Fen, Wolman, and Mika, Swan was the most literate.

The good news was.

Lost’s Oath of Loyalty and collaboration on the Seventh Amendment were proceeding smoothly, containing Aran’s railway advancement in Mulong. They had reached an agreement with the Rebellious Marquis at Golden Palm Port, where Black Sail could station troops and prepare.

Shadi, Morison, Mika, and Archer, along with their forces, had entered the heartland of Mulong, along with Lost’s War Monitor, Celeste.

Another piece of good news was that the Netherworld Envoy had also been rooted out.

But there were two pieces of bad news.

The very first made Liszt’s fingers tremble.

Haywood had set up his own rogue intelligence organization using 1,200 Golden Dragons of public funds, to investigate the blank history of the Ancient Era.

And.

The power Haywood displayed during the Doringger battle, that kind of Strength couldn’t be achieved with just a small piece of Destruction Material.

As Da Gun’s Sentinel, he used that material to establish contact with the Demon Army.

Now Haywood was Da Gun’s Divine Chosen Vanguard in this world, thus undying!

Haywood.

He had defected.

Swan requested that Liszt immediately issue a manhunt order to disavow any relationship Black Sail had with Haywood, taking the side of justice and upholding the iron rules of Black Sail, even if just for show. The matter had far-reaching implications, and sentiment could not cloud judgment. If even a hint were to leak, Black Sail would be picked to the bone by various religious factions of the Western Continent.

"Your mother’s lackey was hiding pretty damn deep!"

Of course, Liszt didn’t know about the conversation between Kai Deng and Haywood. The message delivered by Swan was that Haywood was the ultimate traitor.

This news already served as a harsh wake-up call, but it was a matter to contemplate at leisure.

The second piece of bad news.

That was the fucking Armageddon, Independence Day, The Day After Tomorrow, and 2012’s The Wandering Earth, a looming crisis too close to ignore.

The nameless Netherworld Envoy from the Thief Guild had escaped.

And Saleret and Chuan Che, two Hall-level adventurers, were also in pursuit.

Rein and Swan were in the group too.

Goria and Meredith insisted on coming along.

Plus, the former Thief Guild’s Shadow Messenger, Ben, made a total of seven people hunting the fugitive.

But according to Ben’s guess.

The movements of the Netherworld Envoy were illogical; logically, he should have headed west, escaping to beyond the Narrow Sea, crossing through Gureg, to Nora Island’s White Port, the headquarters of the Thief Guild’s intelligence network, where it would be safer.

But it wasn’t like that at all.

The Netherworld Envoy went east, into Aran.

That person...

Participated in the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

By the only means mere mortals could reach the pinnacle of the world.

Had an audience with the Emperor!

"Fuck your mother!"

Liszt was stupefied.