Black Sail
Chapter 485: CXIV. Sending Strong Troops Again

Chapter 485: CXIV. Sending Strong Troops Again

At the Black Sail Trading Company, during the first shareholders’ meeting after Doringger’s death.

Wolman secured one of the four fishing islands.

He is the only one in Black Sail who has deep enmity with Aran, and the current relationship between Black Sail and the Alan Royal Court is exactly what he desired. He also has a subtle desire to control Alicia, the socialite.

Liszt has three subordinates, all of whom split off from the nation’s political power; given the chance, they naturally aim to regroup and reassemble their strength.

Wolman, who had become a stateless refugee, failed another revolution years ago and came to Heaven Port in utter despair to live out his remnants of life.

But now, he has grasped a glimmer of hope, and his anger burns anew.

He now has a fishing island to shelter persecuted former nobles and soldiers from the Great Wetland, allowing them to rest and recuperate.

Regarding the Great Wetland, Wolman collaborates closely with the old acquaintance scar-faced woman from Hened, using the smuggling routes to transport goods such as Iron Soul Island’s handicrafts and industrial products manufactured later by Mo Yutong into the inland for sale.

The resistance movement within the Great Wetland always existed, and now Wolman is the front-runner, gradually becoming one of the strongest factions against the Murphys regime.

He gained increasing fame within the wetland, nearly matching the position of a former rebel leader.

According to last year’s agreement, the Holy Spirit Church would open a chapel in Heaven Port.

However, this church does not preach; setting up a chapel in such a place is as difficult as overthrowing the Emperor, wouldn’t you agree?

It merely serves as a military force to supervise Fafna and monitor Black Sail.

Fafna now does not need meticulous protection; her self-defense capabilities allow her to hang and kill anyone.

She cannot always stay at Heaven Port, being coddled like a child.

Learning that Fafna can quickly grow by absorbing Magic Energy Crystals, the Holy Spirit Church also began investing heavily.

Feeding her Red Crystals at 200 gold dragons a piece is challenging; even the Holy Spirit Church or the Five Permanent Powers would find it a huge expense. If I had the capability, I’d rather rob a nation clean; the return is just too low.

But a few Purple Crystals as snacks daily are manageable. If she indeed shows quick results and her fighting will is strong, the Holy Spirit Church would bet everything on Red Crystals, depending on subsequent outcomes.

The opinion of the Holy Spirit Church’s top ranks is to let her see the world and mature quickly in battle for the Holy Spirit.

Although they say it’s for her training, someone must watch over her. Caroso, who followed her from Aran to the East Shore, fits this role perfectly.

Moreover, Caroso and Wolman share a deep affinity, being like-minded individuals.

This Black Big’s political stance aligns entirely with the Holy Spirit Church.

Letting Fafna train with him will indeed allow her to taste blood.

Southern Wetlands, Red Tree Bay Shore.

In the scar-faced woman’s compound.

Several hundred people were unloading goods fervently, working hard with gusto.

"Be careful, don’t bump into anything, these are luxury items meant for Duguli. Do you get it, brother? Handle them with care, damn it! Are you dumb or what?"

Wolman was irritated, these pirates unloading the goods have no idea what they’re doing, thinking it’s tea or tobacco, handle with care, damn it! Heaven Port inhabitants really annoy him sometimes.

He personally demonstrated once, and declared that if anything fell to the ground, he would chop heads.

After Wolman’s coaching, the pirates slowed down their pace but the safety of the fragile goods wrapped in cotton inside the wooden boxes increased significantly.

Wolman’s expression improved considerably.

He is currently the general manager of the Great Wetland, and everything has been progressing smoothly. The scar-faced woman had previously managed to transport goods into Aran, which suggests there are anti-imperialists supporting her, fully establishing the route.

As they say, it trickles down; Murphys himself is a master of selling out the country, a super sword species, can we expect the officers below not to take bribes? Hence, such an abnormal ecosystem exists: the wetland is full of compounds, and laborers from other countries deceived into working here, planting the most economically beneficial crops for transport worldwide.

The officers in charge of road supervision only need proper gifts; they’ll let you run the route, or even drive a tank down it.

Murphys, look at the soldiers you’ve nurtured.

Hence, the Murphys regime is essentially paper-thin and vulnerable, truly wanting to fight, it could be quickly toppled in months or half a year at most. However, this sword species has a Second Rank, much stronger than the First Tier by several hundred times; capable of swaying Aran Heavenly Army.

Wolman isn’t the naive youth from the past; he has new tactics now, not to directly kill Murphys, but to gradually worsen the relations between him and Aran, slowly eroding Murphys’s internal power.

Making the Emperor realize that the stepfather devours the master, this is the real strategy to choke Murphys.

"Uncle Wolman!"

Fafna appeared in a suit, shaking her silver hair to look stylish, while carrying a special large sword that looked like a door plank; your sweet little girl has suddenly appeared.

"What brings you here?"

Wolman looked at Fafna, half a year passed and this girl had changed significantly. She initially looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but due to her previously extremely childish mind, she appeared foolish. Having stayed in Heaven Port for so long, now she truly looked like a high school student.

"Caroso told me to take a look around the Western Continent, it’s boring."

Fafna sighed.

Wolman was pensive; the Holy Spirit Church had analyzed Fafna, concluding she wasn’t hatched from a Dragon Egg as a man-made Flying Dragon, her origins were extremely mysterious. But questioning her past memories yielded nothing; she only recalls being locked in a dark prison in Aran.

It’s uncertain whether she has amnesia or due to some other reason.

Caroso was standing nearby.

Fafna’s ownership partly belongs to Black Sail; fearing that the Holy Spirit Church might use the pretext of training to take the Dragon away, someone had to supervise Fafna’s supervision.

That gave Wolman quite a headache, the overseer of the overseer, shared responsibilities, co-cooperative reliability.

The one responsible for supervising Fafna from Black Sail was Garscek, the only one capable of preventing any unexpected situations.

Wolman had no idea why the Dragon, who slept for seven hundred years on Iron Soul Island, should mingle with Black Sail, likely Liszt’s wife, that mad woman did something.

"Heaven Port received a letter from Liszt saying the Eternal Sect is also involved with the railway project, the Time Sword entered Mulong, needing stronger soldiers dispatched. Glasses is preparing to go over.

Garscek stroked Fafna’s hair affectionately.

In Flying Dragon Ridge, Garscek had many acquaintances (acquainted Dragons), but this little lass wasn’t one of them, she was so mysterious Garscek didn’t even know.

Although Caroso strongly opposed Fafna going to Mulong, Garscek disagreed; these two cannot be stopped from going anywhere.

Garscek simply wanted to collect treasures, decorate her nest, and showcase her power.

Wolman was stunned, Mulong’s situation grows more complicated, Glasses naturally refers to Fen.

"Isn’t he needed to oversee Heaven Port?"

Wolman didn’t understand, but it was a good situation for him, Fen was a profit-driven and unscrupulous person, whilst Liszt being the mastermind behind the Northern Prison riots, Aran cannot appease him, or it would be a slap to the Emperor’s face. Fen not being present, having Liszt’s confidant, that mad woman, oversee instead was also beneficial.

"That Glasses has numerous schemes, Heaven Port is becoming a Black Mage hub, he must be assured, thus he’s off to Mulong."

Garscek said while taking out a box of small cakes to show off to Fafna.

Wolman realized, now it’s himself and Ox not going to Mulong, or it would result in the original Black Sail Eleven-man Group restoring their power.

"Where is Ox?"

"He is handling some matters at Dead Man Bay, quite troublesome, but if successful, Heaven Port could become the trade hub between Mirror Sea and the Western Continent."

Garscek replied.

"I see."

Wolman considered, Black Sail is already a giant force, it must seize more power.

The trade hub between Mirror Sea and the Western Continent, would be incredible; gold dragons would pour in, numerous people from the Western Continent would compete for Mirror Sea specialties.

Now the exclusive Black Sail route from the Great Wetland to Aran is already established.

When it comes to distributing Black Sail’s acquired profits, where to allocate resources, seniority must be respected; Wolman can’t simply stay in the Great Wetland drinking, eating, and making connections.

"Since Fen is going to Mulong, I can’t shirk responsibility here. The railway project is crucial."

Wolman planned to stay here for another week, ensuring the first batch of handicrafts had no transport issues and Duguli’s sales were unproblematic before heading to Mulong.

"What about you guys? Where are you planning to go?"

Wolman saw Garscek was present, so he wasn’t worried about Fafna being taken by the Holy Spirit Church.

"Wherever it’s fun, we’ll go."

Garscek teased Fafna’s nose.

"I’m not a child!"

Fafna said angrily.

"Train her a bit, handle some small skirmishes."

Caroso said coldly.

"Are you going to Mulong too?"

Wolman thought it was risky, Fafna absolutely mustn’t contact Aran people, while there now are the army and sect present.

"Of course not, it’s too dangerous there."

Caroso shook his head.

"Seven hundred years passed, why has the Holy Spirit Church fallen to this extent... lacking adventurous spirit leads to certain defeat."

Garscek joked, recalling the time when the Thirteen Holy Spirits were at their peak, and Aran was not even in the first echelon; even the Dragon Lord had to take a step back.

She also wanted to see if the Emperor, who supposedly could slay Dragons at will, was indeed such a character.

"Anyway, since you’re here, take a break for now. Kill more Aran people, young girl; points can be exchanged for prizes."

Wolman earnestly reminded Fafna.

The scar-faced woman beside him was speechless; Black Sail treating her compound as their own home, but it’s fine, Liszt had money and his power was supreme.

"Naturally, if you don’t bow to the Emperor, the fate is already lost, the name on the Reincarnation Tablet, step by step, bowing often, lessen sins on the path to rebirth, protecting the true spirit."

After speaking, she no longer concealed her aura and revealed it, quickly finishing the small cakes in her hand.

The Outer Heaven Visitor Lu Chen, who was nearby providing guidance, was speechless; what exactly had Liszt been teaching?