Black Sail
Chapter 489: CXVIII. Dispatching troops and generals

Chapter 489: CXVIII. Dispatching troops and generals

One week later.

Mulong Duchy, Golden Palm Port.

In fact, the Rebellious Marquis was quite dissatisfied with the people from Black Sail.

Everyone knew that no one helps without reason, and Black Sail was definitely here to take a piece of Mulong.

But during their stay at the port, many issues arose. Some cadres went to Aran, and very few went deep into the Kelor Highlands. Those who did were a mix of good and bad pirates.

The Rebellious Marquis doubted whether these people could accomplish anything.

He was very clear that bringing in more people wouldn’t make them a match for Aran.

Uborio didn’t know what he thought, but the Rebellious Marquis, who controlled the nation’s largest port, just wanted to obtain better terms for selling out the country, and doing so personally. Selling out as a sovereign nation yields the highest profit.

Now the puppet government had been changed to a duchy.

People saw that you had no backbone, didn’t want to fight, and had become incredibly weak, so they could occupy 99% of the benefits, always suppressing you and using you as a vassal state.

If the rebellion succeeded and the kingdom was restored, Aran could indeed win, but they would have to consider military and time costs, and whether the operations of other countries would pose a serious threat after the delay.

Only then would Aran make concessions, not demanding a 50-50 split but naturally giving face to the Emperor, with tariffs and tolls at least a 60-40 split.

This was the Rebellious Marquis’s idea. He didn’t care about national beliefs; having a good life in Golden Palm Port was most important.

So when Black Sail sent strong soldiers again, coming in force.

The Rebellious Marquis was ecstatic; that Black Big guy looked like a war god, right?

Since these people were always pirates, it wasn’t quite proper to accommodate them all in the castle, but the highest-standard hotel was arranged, with all expenses reimbursed.

It didn’t take long to sail from Red Tree Bay Shore in the Southern Wetlands to Golden Palm Port. Strictly speaking, the Narrow Sea was part of the South Sea, but due to its pivotal location, it was separated for maritime trade.

Wolman was eager to restore the country, but couldn’t use others to kill, sending green recruits from the Wetlands to die in Mulong.

He only brought the remaining old troops and the highly aware Sub-dragon people, who understood that killing in Mulong was part of the restoration.

There was also Shaman Sorcerer Yiremu, who had participated in the Eastern Sea Battle.

A total of over a hundred.

In the Dream Hotel.

Rein and Chuan Che happened to run into the recently arrived Wolman. They obviously didn’t take a train to Mulong but went to Chenxi Port first, then sailed around.

The travel time was about the same.

"Everyone’s back! The gods have returned!"

In the hotel’s executive lounge, Rein was thrilled to see old friends, "I can’t wait to see that joker Mika, claiming to connect to the Immortals. Now... I’m the true connector to the Immortal.

My name is Rein, and no one in the world dares to claim supremacy."

Rein stood with hands behind his back, calmly, like a supreme being.

Wolman didn’t even know where to start mocking him, was he ensnared by a mindless Magic Beast, boasting about it.

"Not really... we’re still short on people, the so-called gods’ return, right now, it’s just us two."

Wolman and Rein were on good terms, and he enjoyed listening to the guy’s jokes.

"Isn’t General Fen coming soon? Honestly, I feel quite uncertain about Mulong, but when the General arrives, it’s a direct invasion of Crocodile Island! And Claude got married, so he’s not involved. Swan boarded later, and frankly, if he died, I’d only mourn for three seconds. As for Brother Ox, we don’t get along, he’s always with a deadpan face, it’s scary. But everyone else is here, how can that not count?"

Rein nodded sagely, shaking his head.

Wolman was amused, and indeed, no one got along with Ox, purely career-oriented.

"So, the matters at Kelor Highlands are handled by your big sister?"

Wolman asked Chuan Che.

Somehow, this Hall-level Adventurer, who once acted all mighty, came back from Duguli with a strong desire to grow big and strong with Black Sail.

"I’m just a temp; that woman treats me like a sucker. If I blow up Crocodile Island and want to enter the A-shares, split the dividends, will you support me? Of course, I’ll have to invest money too."

Chuan Che wasn’t one to brood over the past, just happened to be highly capable, gravitated towards fame and fortune, and after playing at the Cloud Palace for a few days, his ideas deepened.

Currently, apart from their original core members, Black Sail’s A-shares had the bigwigs from Heaven Port, and all remaining notable black-market forces from the Western Continent.

That was big money. Forget playing at the Cloud Palace, even if Liszt went to Duguli, he could buy it; that was real status and dominance.

Ordinary people and outside merchants could only invest in B-shares, without decision-making power, and with lower dividends.

Of course, entering A-shares required a shareholder vote.

"If you knock out the Army General, then naturally there’s nothing more to say. If you invest, I’ll definitely support you."

Wolman thought it was quite good.

As Liszt once said, the Matthew Effect was real; once the snowball grew, power was evident, and even by doing nothing, people would flock to work for you.

"We went through thick and thin together, we..."

Rein hadn’t finished.

Chuan Che knew Rein would support him.

"That settles it then. Let’s dethrone a General as an Oath of Loyalty, shall we?"

Chuan Che raised his glass and drank it all.

These past few days, he had given it careful thought. With an unofficial identity, taking a phantom salary from Celeste’s side felt like he was making all the money.

Wolman turned his gaze to Rein, his tone becoming serious, "You don’t know, Fen brought a big group to Heaven Port, including Black Mages who committed crimes and many scholars like Pedan who were politically persecuted. So many brothers from the Highlands came down for a living. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

Rein smirked. He had his thoughts, though Wolman didn’t understand how united the werewolf tribes were, and how notorious his reputation was.

Chenfeng Plateau was secluded, with few dark elements. With the rise of the Magic Energy Industry, a large-scale migration did occur, but most engaged in legitimate businesses or adventure groups, not black market activities. Rein had no choice but was obviously an exception.

The werewolves’ footwork was world-renowned; any dark-sided werewolf would naturally choose their own path, which was stealing.

In remote parts of national land routes and mountain passes, werewolves always appeared in groups, robbing and killing.

So Rein being blamed was quite normal, a stereotype.

"You know my reputation. Damn... practically a Highlander Archer, there’s nothing I can do."

Rein’s face turned gloomy, adding, "Unless a railroad is built and land transport is no longer mainstream, those dark werewolf robbers will have no business. Given my status as a major shareholder, they might bow to me. The leader of the Dark Moon Travel Group is from my hometown. Damn, our tribe always produces scum."

The Dark Moon Travel Group was famous for robbery.

"That’s reassuring, at least you understand."

Wolman patted Rein’s shoulder, enough said, all in the drinks.

"When Fen arrives, Liszt should be here too. Let’s head to Kelor Highlands and see what’s going on."

Rein nodded sagely, mainly to show off to Mika.

"Actually, there’s no need to worry. Garscek plans to bring Fafna to tour Mulong, and the Holy Spirit Church wants Fafna to see some blood. This Mulong trip will be a one-sided crush."

Wolman believed the progress would be smooth.

"Uh, you might not know, the Eternal Sect is also involved in Mulong."

"No, I know. Saw it in the newspapers."

"That’s not the point. Apparently, a formidable figure, the one we met at the secret port in Londen City, Marcus’s former boss."

"Huh?"

Wolman loved saying this, huh?

Marcus could dominate the world, but his boss?

The Chief of the Secret Department was already dead and turned into a specimen.

So... the Deputy Director of the Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Place?

"But there’s no need to worry. As long as the Captain makes a move, everything will get better. He’s incredibly powerful now, awe-inspiring, the Aran Nobles will bow to me. Shocked? Damn, he mastered the Supreme Emperor Technique, truly an invincible art."

"Huh?"