Black Sail
Chapter 464: XCV. Heart Garden

Chapter 464: XCV. Heart Garden

Sky Inn was already floating beneath the clouds.

The space inside the private compartment was quite spacious, the scent of unknown flora refreshing and uplifting, and the elongated U-shaped, silver-white Magic Beast fur sofa, had no seams, but was instead wrapped as a whole.

The curved, sill-less, floor-to-ceiling panoramic glass window overlooked the endless, splendid lights like a net below in Duguli.

Next to the window, there was a small raised platform with a branded piano and some glossy, reflective instruments. The musicians who would perform later were the main event.

Galen looked at everything in front of him, seeming somewhat constrained.

"It’s real, alright."

Chuan Che, an adventurer, had slain many Magic Beasts; he touched the fur on the sofa—this was from a high-risk Magic Beast that only an honorable-level adventure group could subdue, a whole pelt from a Silver-Backed Giant Bear. They really spared no expense.

"That’s terrifyingly high; falling from here would leave one blue and purple all over."

Rein stood on the musician’s stage, looking down the window, and saw that it was still moving slowly. That female executive mentioned it would circle around Central District of Duguli, and by tomorrow morning one could enjoy a dream-like sunrise, at which point it would float above the clouds.

The food had all been ordered previously on land.

"Do you gentlemen need a musician?"

The exclusive waiter wouldn’t leave the private compartment before twelve o’clock, serving only six people.

"Aren’t you stating the obvious? Just get on with it."

Ben, sucking on a cigarette in the compartment, was reliant on tonight’s event; he had to slay immortals and seize the Immortal Emperor’s position.

"That’s right, we have a list; different musicians have different appearance fees."

The waiter donned a mask of agony, this group wasn’t easy to deal with. Adventurers and mercenary groups who came to spend were in the minority.

"All these hidden charges, eh? Is it per hour or per session?"

Ben too wore a mask of agony; obviously, even after paying the appearance fee, there would still be a stage fee when the time was up.

"According to your needs, per session is four hours, till twelve o’clock, but the total price is consistent. There’s also sleep-aid music after twelve, but that needs to be discussed privately; it’s not within the operation scope of our establishment," all agreed upon.

The waiter answered respectfully, the last few sentences, though nonsensical, were clear in implication.

They said it wasn’t within the operation scope of the establishment, but everyone present was a veteran; doing business in your venue, one would definitely be charged a fee. Elsewhere, they’d have to find their own channels, without as many wealthy patrons who could afford the prices here.

Ben was speechless; goddamn sleep-aid music, goddamn consent, all very covert, fearful of being investigated, were you trying to dissociate from the third-party staff stationed here, huh?

But this floating platform was inherently conspicuous; it made sense.

"Bring over the list."

Chuan Che said flatly, damn it, Celeste had taken him for a sucker, fooled him into Doringger and into participating in Mulong’s rotten mess—why shouldn’t he indulge?

Rein and Ben tactically wore their stern faces, nearly leaping up to sit beside Chuan Che.

Chuan Che flipped through the list, quite a few people indeed, several pages, and all in photographic form, no beautifying, what you see is what you get, the least alluring still appealing.

The appearance fees were cheaper than expected. After all, it was just music or dance performances, varying prices, some calculated in silver coins, others in Golden Dragons, no explosive discounts of ninety percent here.

"Damn, you’d have to die if Brother Sha performed."

Rein, of course, was a Furry enthusiast; spotting a Yisu cellist in the list, the artistic composition was high, the appearance fee was two Golden Dragons. It seemed like he was somewhat celebrated in Southern Continent, high-end stuff, as the photo showed—he had played with Ji Yingying, that Ji Yingying.

"Since it’s slaying immortals, it must be the biggest play. Tonight we are going all out!"

Chuan Che was also ruthless, directly flipping to the last page.

"Ah, this..."

Ben was dumbfounded, goddamn! This was obviously illegal, right? Aren’t they scared of the Mirror Sea folks coming to the Western Continent for a massacre?

Those Merfolk just said living in the Mirror Sea was more comfortable, fine staying there, but why couldn’t they go to other seas? In case they were provoked, massacring the Narrow Sea would take just a minute; they’d flaunt it along all coastal areas.

"If Brother Ox were here, your boss’s whole family would be killed."

Rein didn’t know what to say; this place actually had a Mermaid, the appearance fee was exorbitantly high, twenty, remembered black market price was two hundred Golden Dragons each. Some reckless adventurers, crazy companions were willing to undertake such assignments in the Mirror Sea.

"You are mistaken; they’re all musicians, developing in the mainland, with identity cards, nothing to do with the black market, gentlemen, you can be assured. However, they do not perform sleep-aid music due to some international issues."

The waiter spoke, getting a Mermaid to perform was rare except for the official in the Royal Court, no one wanted to spend twenty Golden Dragons just to hear a sound.

Chuan Che flipped forward, truly uninterested in Alien Races.

"Galen, come here and see which one you like, pick it yourself, it’s all on me for the expenses," Brother Li showed generosity.

Galen, looking goofy as ever, was called over by Rein to make a choice quickly.

"I’m fine with anything."

Galen was reserved and didn’t overstep.

"Seriously, where the hell did Swan disappear to, can’t even see a shadow of that Tiger-man."

Rein didn’t see the Tiger-man and thought Fen was just as useless.

"He said he got something to do, will be back later."

Saleret wasn’t into the whole staying overnight thing, just wanted to get the grub shiny.

"How about this band, it’s a group, exactly six people, for fifteen Golden Dragons, they play till midnight."

Chuan Che pointed at a photograph saying it’s a selected combination, and this group captivated even the Hall-level, called "Heart Garden" with a chick looking so hot like Gureg, definitely a garden worth a good look!

"I’m so fucked, I really like it."

Ben pointed his finger at the photograph, these chicks were all seaside MAX level, the facial and body measures maxed out, it’s all about the vibe and aura, these bitches are too damn enchanting. Thanks to the Emperor for setting up such a high-end country, enjoyed such a premium venue.

"Agreed, right?"

Rein asked the waiter, though the female executive said so, he wanted a confirmation again, "Heart Garden" was truly amazing, that pianist with wolf ears, Yisu Girl, just looking at her made Rein ready to camp out, ear shape being his favorite thing. Mika, era of Emperor, who dares to declare invincibility, who claims undefeated, your era is over!

"Agreed."

The waiter smiled sheepishly.

"Swipe the card."

Chuan Che didn’t waste words, fifteen Golden Dragons, nine hundred thousand Lostra paper money, bought four hours of private service from the Heart Garden Minstrel Troupe.

"Should I bring the food and drinks now? Or..."

The waiter asked.

"Now."

Saleret was sparing with words.

"Okay, I’ll notify the kitchen right away, the band will be here in ten minutes. You know you are a Hall-level adventurer, they really love that."

The waiter lifted one hand to Chuan Che and left the booth,

Ben rubbed his hands excitedly, though not as connected as an immortal, he was experienced, often the most thrilling time was waiting, wondering what kind of stuff would come in, tonight he was going to open the Heavenly Watchtower!

"Heart Garden, damn, can’t make head or tail of what they play in the city these days."

Rein felt the times were changing fast, when he used to mix up in Aran years ago, none of this fancy stuff existed. Did he wrong Morison, Shadi, and the others, initially said he got to catch Netherworld Envoy, ended up in Cloud Palace, they must be having a hard time in Mulong.

Rein decided to feel guilty for three seconds, his little life was even more comfortable than Liszt’s.

"Be generous, whether it’s some fucking garden, it’s just bitches and whores."

Rein patted Galen’s shoulder, who was somewhat too restrained.

Swan roamed about in Cloud Palace, not telling the others, keeping things quiet, observing the security forces here.

It didn’t look good, the booths here were highly private, completely soundproof, and the ventilation system was a clustered type, impossible to sneak in.

In terms of professional skills, Swan wasn’t beneath Ben.

He had the guts of a monster, daring to confront Diaz, naturally he was the ultimate tough character.

The art of thief, recognized at a glance Zahak hanging with the navy, although not in uniform, his friend had a kind of sunburn, no different from the folks at Heaven Port.

Next up, he had to serve Zahak personally, Navy? There must be some secret in it.

Swan didn’t know why the Emperor didn’t care about Fafna at all.

Aran made no move yet.

The waters were too deep in the Royal Court.

Anyway, first off to the wardrobe to get some outfits, find an unlucky guy to replace, as a thief, he always carried his toolkit.