If I didn’t have my own ship, getting to Heaven Port would be extrely limited.
Regular ships wouldn’t even consider heading this way.
One would need to take a passenger ship to a nearby, legally robust transfer station belonging to another country, and then catch a direct line operated by Boss using gold to get to Heaven Port.
These direct pirate ships were, of course, fully operated by Boss.
It’s a bit like Las Vegas’ all-in-one service, using every trick in the book to lure people over here. They even offer free ship tickets on holidays to increase the influx of people and drastically boost the economy.
The venue Boss opened in the very center of the Inner City was the most domineering one.
A world-class top-tier casino, a palace-like structurecreated by top designers, beautiful dealers dealing cards right in front of you, and where Ye Zi could fly as he pleased, ensuring nightly revelry.
The poor could co here to beco pirates, while the rich could engage in all sorts of vice.
So big-spending young nobles, with money to burn and reckless youthful spirits, sotis brought groups of friends over by ship for a big outing, turning it into a topic of conversation and a wide exposure to the world.
It’s as absurd as Emperor Qin Shi Huang attending a morial service for lung care, winning until he cried, winning until he was breathless.
On the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge.
Haywood, along with the carpenters, had already repaired all the previous damage to the ship, and the basic stitching and maintenance were also finished.
It wasn’t that Haywood didn’t want to stroll on land, but he was so familiar with Heaven Port that he simply had no interest.
"Dun dun dun dun..."
Wolman lay on the deck sunbathing, emitting unintelligible sounds, but unfortunately, the weather wasn’t cooperating today—it was completely overcast.
"Most of those people will probably get off the pirate ship from the direct line. Make sure the signs are visible."
Wolman reminded a tattooed bald man.
"They must be bright," said the tattooed bald man, a soldier leader now working intensely, paying extre attention to each task assigned to him.
It was almost evening now.
News traveled fast on the island.
"What about those who were taking a secondary protection fee and got their legs broken? Did they continue causing trouble?"
Wolman was incredibly bored, each day endlessly dull, wondering when they would counterattack Aran and assassinate the Emperor. He was also highly concerned about the whereabouts of the other Stone Tablet Fragnts but had no luck finding them.
"No more follow-ups," the tattooed bald man replied, "The Shattered Ice Pirate Group apologized to Fish Seller Fei and Mad Tiger this afternoon, saying their guys were shortsighted and got the address wrong."
Wolman was speechless, God, what a ridiculous excuse to say they got the address wrong, just chill out and stop making excuses. Those kinds of Mixed Brand Pirate Groups should all be chopped up.
He was more worried about the other fierce pirate gangs, but Liszt must have so plans; he could just wait and figure it out slowly.
It was supposed to be shift work guarding the ship, so why hadn’t anyone co yet?
The pirate ship maintained absolute fairness, with two people taking turns, even Liszt had to co over to guard the ship.
"Any news?"
Ox climbed up the gangway, coming to take his turn with Archer.
Because Ox was overly cautious, he always chose to co with Archer. Only when he watched this unlucky fellow himself could he be reassured.
"What could happen? Just saw a fierce pair, man, they wouldn’t even go into a tent, not even the woods, and guess what? Just like those novels that Mika keeps in his collection, they preferred public performances, right in plain view."
Wolman clicked his tongue in wonder. While Mika wasn’t on board, he sneaked into the ship’s infirmary, rummaged through the drawers, and indeed found the secret stash of the Immortal King connected to the Heavenly Emperor.
"Really?"
Ox was indifferent.
Wolman was taken aback. Ox really was becoming an ascetic being, without desires, never seen him buying anything. Could it be he’d saved up all his money over these two years?
That would be several hundred Golden Dragons by now, an ultimate rich guy. He definitely needed to maintain a good relationship in the future.
"That’s good, public is good," slurred Archer, who was thoroughly drunk. "The greatest weakness of mankind is caring too much about what others think."
Even Ox was shocked, coming from Archer’s mouth, wisdom was like spouting ivory!
"Fuck, there’s no shop to smash!"
Wolman was extrely surprised.
Haywood tightened his helt and also prepared to go ashore.
At this mont,
inside a won’s club in the Inner City.
At Heaven Port, one should not be surprised by anything. In the Cosmic Center, this place abides by Murphy’s Law; anything that can happen will happen here.
Dreya chose this location simply because of her obsession with cleanliness; the n and animals on this island were not much different—filthy and overwhelmingly chaotic with charms piled up everywhere.
This place was considered one of the most sanitary venues.
The musician was skilled, the ambiance soothing, and besides, Dreya was considered a God on the island. Nurous establishnts reserved places for her that no one else could occupy, not even when fully booked.
Dreya was not so love-struck teenage girl.
Of course, Goria was also a ruthless character capable of slaughtering people.
The reason Dreya had asked her out was to circumvent Liszt.
Last night, Liszt had laid all the cards on the table, but n’s thods were always too forceful. According to Dreya, there was no need for violence when nurous other ways existed.
Goria’s brows furrowed deeply. This woman knew Magic Technique. She did not even need to speak; Goria could hear her voice in her own mind.
At the Black Sail Inn,
Dreya had been straightforward with Goria. She knew there were Dragons here and wanted a private conversation with Goria.
And Goria could not refuse.
"So, you’re saying Liszt and his people knew long ago?"
Goria shuddered, realizing that these cold-hearted pirates lacked any real sense of loyalty, but she hadn’t expected to unknowingly beco fodder on the chopping board.
"Of course, what did you think? My husband... is a good man. If it were up to , I would have killed you and that charlatan straight away—how much simpler that would have been."
Dreya was blunt.
"You called here, knowing the facts. What do you want to say?"
Goria was well aware. This woman would not kill her. Observing how others treated her along the way, this woman held an extrely high status on the island.
"You two have been fleeing, you must have developed feelings by now. Adult Dragons are indeed hard to kill, only the Emperor can manage it. Young ones, not necessarily."
Dreya threatened. She had lived so long and never seen anyone as perverted as the Emperor.
"I won’t allow that to happen."
Goria was truly angry, understanding that these people would try every ans to secure Fafna for their use.
"That won’t happen, as long as you obey. I can control the people from Lostra arriving here, turning them into my slaves. They will stay in Heaven Port forever without return, gradually wearing down Caroso’s patience."
Dreya was just reaching out preliminarily, also eager to taste... the flavor of a Dragon.
The atmosphere suddenly beca very subtle, and Goria was sowhat perplexed, as if Dreya was certain she would agree.
Goria was slightly tempted and also realized the uniqueness of this place. Her hand slowly moved across the table.
"Sorry, I have a husband."
Dreya slowly withdrew her hand, indifferent, and stood up to leave.
Goria swallowed hard. What was that supposed to an?
"However... it also depends on your performance."
Dreya turned back, left these words, ruffled Goria’s hair, and left. The adventurer and the Moon Wheel Knight had been completely chard.
At this mont,
at a middle station in the East Sea Domain.
[Netherworld Stele, Ancient Era Royal Artifact.
Open the Gate of Netherworld, enslave endless vengeful spirits and all manner of demons.
Heaven Port, Black Sail Pirate Gang, Swan, Fen, Liszt.
—— Diaz.]
A Black Robed Man in the inn’s guest room burned the letter.
Forget pirates.
Even the ruler of a country, I’ll kill right before your eyes.
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