Black Sail
Chapter 479: CVIII. Tower of Winterless

Chapter 479: CVIII. Tower of Winterless

"He waited in Duguli for all these days, was it just for this letter?"

Chuan Che was somewhat curious and took it from Galen’s hand.

The postmark address on the envelope was from the parish of the Imperial City. Good heavens, that was the high-end residential area at the pinnacle of Aran, exclusively for Holy Persons from the sect. Ordinary followers could also buy it, but the price was exceedingly terrifying, making it practically unaffordable.

Swan noticed an anomaly.

"We killed the Priest of the Eternal Sect, how could Liszt be connected with them?"

He couldn’t comprehend.

Liszt did not possess the imperial aura that would make everyone willing to serve him blindly, everyone had hidden motives and worked for themselves, some things were better kept secret.

No one knew that Marcus was still alive, his old ailments cured, rejuvenated with divine power, reborn as the strongest sword master.

Rein’s eyes narrowed.

Others were unaware, but he was very clear about it.

"Remember the super-hot blonde with blue eyes in Yunxi City before we hijacked the train?"

"Wasn’t she the girl Liszt sent for?"

"That girl was not just any girl, she was a nun of the Eternal Sect, and a High Order Clergy. When I came out of the Great Wetland and got sick, I saw her with my own eyes at the church entrance on my way back."

"Hm?"

Swan was greatly shocked, such blasphemy? Ordinary followers didn’t matter, but being a nun and serving the Dragon Lord before thirty, marriage was forbidden. The devout, hoping to ascend to higher positions, whether male or female, would never marry, dedicating their lives to serving the Dragon Lord.

That woman, she definitely looked under thirty.

The religious regulations were extremely strict, offending a nun or her secretly becoming intimate with someone both resulted in severe punishment, not by burning, but by turning into mummified corpses through dense smoke to erase the sin of desecration.

Liszt... even defiled the Dragon Lord?

Chuan Che’s eyes widened. He had traveled the world, seen countless extraordinary people, but at this moment.

"I would call Liszt the strongest!"

He looked at the letter in his hand, realizing Liszt came here to meet an old flame.

"It should be related to the 18th Formation and entering Mulong Duchy. Liszt has been researching this lately," Galen said.

"Let the sky fall, we’ll wait for him to come back, there’s a mess needing unraveling."

A glance by Saleret out the window, the Netherworld Envoy due to his excellent performance, had already entered the finals of the Continent Martial Arts Competition during the Stargazing Festival, bypassing all power holders and anti-imperialists, to make his case heard directly.

Let’s see what Liszt decides.

Now the Royal Court had reopened the case and sent people to hunt him down. If the Emperor heard about the Overlord Descendant, those coming wouldn’t be those seeking fortune in East Sea, but those ruthless killers.

During the seventh Continent Martial Arts Competition, Saleret only started to gain fame. Though not participating, he was fortunate to be present; the scene was a gathering of worldly heroes.

Developing to now, even some were born to be trained by the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

And the only way a mortal could speak to the Emperor was to bow in victory, say auspicious words, receive Emperor’s great benevolence, or behead someone to show loyalty, and similar acts.

The Netherworld Envoy just had to win one match in September to get auspicious words time—"I have a word, a matter of state must be reported to the world’s conqueror"—spouting some flowery phrases, and instantly be done with.

Two choices.

Either take a risky plunge in the finals, kill the Netherworld Envoy, but that’s drinking poison to quench thirst, worsening relations with Aran.

Or... hand in an extraordinarily beautiful Oath of Loyalty to Lostra in Mulong, beautiful enough to make the Alan Royal Court ponder over the consequences of attacking East Sea and exacerbating conflicts with Lostra.

Liszt, someone like him, would never make the disgraceful gambit to sacrifice the Overlord Descendant. His group was so constantly under watch, tangled with multiple parties, he couldn’t pull that off, or he wouldn’t be the leader.

Of course, there was one exception.

The Emperor summoned him to the Imperial Palace for a reconciliation, appointing a region.

Meanwhile.

In the estate of Count Shanor in Aisnor Province, in the underground hidden repository.

Lanshika Tye’s power flowed through Liszt’s body, the places touched by those ice crystal colored spell power fog peeled away, forming a strange Magic Armor with intense ice crystal flames.

Surrounded by the Magic Armor, Liszt felt incredibly light, his movements unprecedentedly swift.

He looked at the seemingly Netherworld-origin transparent phantom hand armor, lightly touched the chair beside him.

It wasn’t frozen.

The chair appeared to be slightly fogged, in reality, it was a completely decayed solid, crumbling instantly at a touch.

Liszt summoned back Junlin Sword, the phantom armor disappeared into another space.

Looking at the residues on the ground, the sword Sharon sent was terrifying, but it had merged into his body.

An ivory white spell power blade flashed from his palm, sweeping over the debris, converting it into myriad icy dust particles in a burst of extreme quality transformation.

Not from external force impact, but exploding from within, lowering the room temperature by dozens of degrees, Nashano exhaled thick white smoke, shivering in cold.

Liszt was astonished, ten percent strength? No, it exceeded that, disregarding the one who overdosed recklessly and died, not the one fallen beneath the sword.

Domineering the Western Continent, one-eighth power.

Contained within this body.

And Lanshika Tye’s bestowed sword had not fully integrated, could be summoned, its essence as the Mother of All Mother, the ultimate spell power, touching it meant instant death.

"This is real..."

Nashano verified repeatedly if he was hallucinating, but the drastic hypothermia was undeniable, hallucination numbs external responses, but this was authentic!

The icy particles soon evaporated, room temperature gradually rising.

Nashano slumped on the ground, laughed maniacally in delight.

Miracle of Suffering sustained for so long because the ritual passed down from the Divine Mother Sect remained the known sole path to divinity.

And Junlin Sword’s essence was the True God, Mother of All Mother.

This ongoing journey showed a glimpse of the True God.

"Thank you, truly didn’t expect such an enthusiast of Junlin Sword in this Tiger-man reserve."

Liszt smiled, took out a cigarette and lit it with a match.

Nashano was like a godly figure encountered only in bizarre and stranger missions in Grand Theft Auto, a weed warrior.

Reserve was a vaguely discriminatory term; Aisnor was actually a province.

But Nashano didn’t mind now.

"Brother, let’s go, head to Tower Alliance, my friend has another Junlin Sword at home. I told you before about a tool detecting strong spell power, right? It’s with him, the Compass sensing supreme will true source. Seventeen Junlin Swords, seven witnessed but circulating in underground world, no systemic compilation unaware of forms, the one with Abyss Armor on you belongs here, others not yet emerged. Only the Compass can track. Let’s depart! I’ll tell the caretaker to pack."

Nashano was extremely excited.

"What the hell, why Tower Alliance now?"

Liszt hadn’t processed it.

"My friend is the son of a Tower Master, his research exceeds mine."

Nashano knew his own limitations, despite being one of the mere two on the planet aware of Junlin Sword’s truth, he realized he was just a hobbyist, collecting clues while professionals handled major tasks.

"Tower Master?"

Liszt was stunned. Tower Alliance consisted of the Upper House and Lower House, Fen was a member of the Upper House. Above them were the eleven Tower Masters, among whom, the ultimate authority, was the Magic King, the highest point of magicians.

"Yes, Tower of Winterless, in Pedan. Pedan’s freezing, but don’t worry, tower isn’t cold, unknown what ancient era’s architects did, extending it to the clouds."

Nashano believed Liszt wouldn’t miss embarking on the greatest adventure of Holy Spirit Calendar’s 27th century.

"To hell with it, I’ve got to meet girls in Duguli, then head to Mulong for killings."

Liszt dismissed Nashano.

Finn, such talent, everyone wanted him, but consequences followed.

Consequences for Finn’s leader going to Pedan meant getting tortured in Pedan’s Royal Court and their committee, becoming like Hakimi.

Luckily, Pedan was further than Alan, their reach not extending to East Sea.

"True, you’re East Sea Brother One, many matters need your handling. But... you mustn’t die! You don’t realize how significant you are; now isn’t business time. Come with me, I’ll give you all my assets, money is just a number now. My friend, knowing someone capable of wielding Junlin Sword, would kill his father for it."

Nashano thought Liszt didn’t understand his worth, few ever could meet those three conditions.

"Lich King, that terrifying? Truly appreciate you, it’s not something compiled swiftly, we’ll arrange a meet later, alright?"

Liszt was speechless.

"How long will it take you to wrap up your matters?"

"Latest by year’s end, possibly sooner."

"Alright, indeed as you said, it’s not short months’ work; it needs years. Meanwhile, my friend will gather, I’ll accompany this journey, now I’m set to be an anti-imperialist."

"Wattafa!"

Liszt pocketed the Earl; Nashano committed to the reserve.