Black Sail
Chapter 480: CIX. The Sacred Ruins

Chapter 480: CIX. The Sacred Ruins

Two days later.

He transforms freely, transforms the age of time.

I have always been here!

The old man and the child first transform, transforming into the boundless!

If Liszt does not grow red hair in his old age, Goria would not believe it.

That day, after Liszt and Earl Nashano came out of the hidden library, that lynx tiger-man, who already looked like an addict, became even more deranged.

He expressed the need to take an Oath of Loyalty.

The pirates’ Oath of Loyalty is not just a written document. There are two options: the first one is if you have money, you’re the boss, you pay a deposit, and there’s nothing more to say; you can stay here to lay low. The second option, if you don’t have money, you need to kill someone to prove you are in this line of work.

However, Nashano’s idea was to not only pay money and kill people but also become an anti-imperialist. You should quickly resolve the issue with Mulong and start the greatest adventure of the 27th century of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

Following Liszt on the road, he came to serve as a protector during his stay in Aran.

In a way station hotel a day’s journey from Duguli along the Aran Highway.

This place could be understood as a highway service station, but with a hotel version.

People who need to travel frequently, merchants, and adventurers are the main users; these hotels are not very high-end.

Before getting involved, Goria and Meredith’s most frequented locations were these way station hotels.

No essential oil aromatherapy, no scenic balconies, no indoor swimming pools.

Only two soft yellow fluorite wall lamps emitting gentle light, walls and floors are solid wood joints, two beds, a bathroom with running water but only cold, which is indifferent in summer but in winter, you need to boil hot water yourself if you want to bathe.

"Still most accustomed to living here, feels like coming home."

Goria removed her leather armor, fell onto the bed, and exhaled comfortably; these hard beds were so comfortable. Whether it was Dereya’s small castle or the beds in Dorlinger Manor, the velvet mattress felt like sinking in, making her uneasy.

"It feels like back to the past."

Meredith looked out at the sky; the large celestial bodies and the Milky Way became clearer as the Stargazing Festival approached, the most beautiful time when the Continent Martial Arts Competition’s champion would be decided on the day of the Stargazing Festival, becoming the new favorite of the Aran Court.

Then she drew the curtains.

Before Goria got involved in Fafna’s matters last year, the two of them lived such a life, traveling across various countries, helping lords handle some magic beasts, escorting important cargo, and dealing with some insignificant bandits.

"Do you plan to stay in Heaven Port forever?"

Meredith sat at the edge of the bed, her hand caressing Goria’s ankle, sliding along the smooth curvature of her shin.

"If not, where else to go? Someone needs to take care of Fafna."

"She is not your daughter; your task is complete and you have received the reward from the Holy Spirit Sect. You have no obligation to take care of her."

"You don’t understand; without someone watching over her, she will turn out like those pirates."

Goria turned to lie on her side, facing away from Meredith.

Meredith was silent for a moment; Liszt’s wife really smelled wonderful, a rare top-notch beauty, and Meredith enjoyed it. But Goria might have already forgotten their agreement: earn enough Gold Dragons, then go to the west end of the continent, to the bay shore facing the Ancient Divine Continent, settle there, and, once time passes, embark on the forbidden land to seek eternal youth and be together forever.

Unfortunately, she was already a bandit, and Goria too was a criminal. Without joining forces with those desperados, the outcome would be disastrous.

"Are you reaching that age too? Sadly, I can’t give it to you."

Even before all this began, Meredith had seen Goria staring dazedly at some children, wishing she could give Goria what she wanted.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You treat her like your own child. I know. We could have our own."

"Don’t joke around. Tomorrow we will see that bunch of desperados again. It’s too tiring. The task ends after taking Liszt to the place. We are different from those pirates. Running inland with things on our backs isn’t reassuring. We need to go to places with bad security. Sleep early."

Goria closed her eyes, living days of constant fear is too hard, not knowing how those people endured it, can’t even sleep soundly, afraid of being caught.

"I’m not joking; just find a tool man. I’m afraid you will be too tired. I heard it’s not easy; let me handle it."

Meredith said very seriously.

"Husband..."

Goria was moved by her words, turning over to face her.

At this moment.

Liszt and Nashano, after discussing matters, were walking down the corridor back to their room.

Damn, when will Fafna unleash her full power? The people in Heaven Port treat her like a treasure, isn’t this against her nature?

Just like in sports manga, playing tennis is really fun.

Other people’s dragons are just that kind of creature, killing is really fun. Don’t turn them into obedient girls, develop quickly and dominate the world!

Now with Nashano, thanks to the protection provided by Isis during this period.

"Hey, what are you doing, sister?"

Liszt noticed Isis eavesdropping outside the Scissors Legs Sisters’ room.

Isis seemed to have heard something inappropriate for children, showing some embarrassment on her expression but also a hint of inexplicable enjoyment.

As a direct woman, the scene was too beautiful to watch, curiosity driven her, she intended to get some ice downstairs but listened in as she passed by.

Liszt’s voice startled her.

"Ah, nothing much."

Isis played with her hair, pretending to enjoy the view.

Liszt sighed.

This girl is even younger than Tani, looked like a high schooler eight years ago, not really considered exploiting her. Back then he was still a student yet to graduate, very reasonable.

More mature now but not greatly, spoiled and particular, would have been beaten by society if not for her family’s arranged guards.

Knowing this day would come, he did nothing outrageous, fearing she’d cling to him.

"Sleep early, contact your girl friend, you are staying in Aran until after the Stargazing Festival, right? Play with her. After Duguli, I need to handle serious matters; following me would be dangerous."

Liszt now to cut ties as quickly as possible.

Yet he underestimated Isis and the measures of Gione Nobles.

Isis folded her arms, looking discontent.

Like the theorem e=mc².

Class reunions always include hooking up with your first love.

More so for a wild one-night fling during a Southern Country trip.

"Isn’t Heaven Port close to Kersuna Island? I was serious before."

This trip to Aran was her last single party, returning for political marriage post Stargazing Festival. The person looks okay, not an old man,

But Isis disliked dull, uninteresting characters.

"What were you serious about? Sister?"

Liszt guessed what she meant.

"I don’t want to bear that fool’s child. The timing matches."

"Matches what? Sister!"

Liszt dared not think of having a child.

Although by his nature, if he had a kid, he’d let them report to an orphanage; if they couldn’t make it, they weren’t his seed.

That’s minor.

He could fool around casually, Dreya, who lived for centuries, saw things open-mindedly. But if a little Liszt came out, he would be turned into a resurrection machine.

The Ancient Scarlet Fever bacteria leading to the Blood Clan, Dreya had some issues in that area.

More importantly, it hit that mad woman’s sore spot,

"If I say it matches, it matches. Consider it a favor."

"I can’t do that favor."

"You can. Even if not, no matter. He isn’t the eldest; though his father’s power surpasses my family’s, it’s trivial. For political positioning, a minor issue. Just show authority, it makes things easier, he pursues mistresses, I visit Kersuna Island, each their own."

In the hallway, Isis looped her arms around Liszt’s neck, eyes full of allure.

The accompanying guard at the corridor’s end pretended to rest, being a noble’s bodyguard required smart discretion, knowing when to speak less, keeping tight-lipped.

"You’re the sister, what you say goes."

He was touched to tears. If memory served, this lady was from Outer Tagore.

He wrapped his arm around her willow-like waist, positioning his left hand below her knee, lifting her and heading to her room.

Truly in sync.

With hands occupied, Isis lifted her leg, revealing the graceful pale curve beneath her high-slit dress, nudged the door shut, and the lock clicked into place.

Liszt mistakenly entered White Tiger Hall, Isis to be sent to the path of Gione Nobles.