The next day.
Early in the morning, it wasn’t fully light yet, and the sky was still in the deep blue of predawn.
The ti to depart had arrived.
All mbers converged inside the Black Sail Inn.
Liszt paced back and forth on the second floor, contemplating if there was anything undone on his end.
The most important matter was about Captain Fafna.
Caroso had been persuaded, but not completely. If he returned unsuccessful, without money, unable to move into the castle, then there would be no more talk of collaboration. Caroso would be unable to settle his debt with the Church and would have to be killed.
But that would inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction of Goria and Fafna.
Therefore, Caroso was only temporarily pacified for three months.
There was no need to worry about Goria, and Fafna would also slowly integrate during this ti.
There wouldn’t be any pursuers in the short term, so he could be at ease, there were no better solutions.
Next was the Thief Guild.
Ben had already been locked up, and with slow conditioning, there was still much information to extract from him.
Diaz also wouldn’t send anyone in the short term.
Lastly, there was the local turf dispute.
That wasn’t a concern either, not just because Ox and a few others were left behind, but because Mad Tiger and Fish Seller Fei at the casino could handle things. Not to ntion non-regulars like Caroso and Old Wei.
An alliance had also been ford with Qi Li, the key being Taylor overseeing things. It would be absolutely safe until his return.
Liszt reviewed the situation for a while. There were no issues left; everything was ready, all that was missing was the tough work.
"Do any of you three want anything? Once we get to Aran, I’ll bring back so special local products for you."
Liszt was prepared to do sothing auspicious before setting off.
"As long as we succeed, that’s enough."
Ox was not one for many words.
"Can you bring back a thousand officers’ skulls for ? I’m planning to use them to decorate my house. Not really a thousand, just bring what you can. If not, just a few random ones will do for decoration pieces."
Wolman was not joking.
"Goddamn decoration, goddamn knick-knacks. Haywood, is there anything you want?"
Liszt knew that Haywood was not in an easy position; he was an oddity in this world. Those who were transferred by magicians, at least, matched the local aesthetics.
Haywood was silent for a while. Although he was just a tool, it was still better to be at Black Sail than to fall into the hands of others and be handed over to the Church; that would be really cold.
"Look for sothing that carries the aura of Otherworld, sothing related to my kind. Recently, I feel like I’m showing signs of advancing, needing to absorb traits of that nature."
Haywood spoke calmly.
All who knew Haywood’s identity were astounded. Could this weakling actually advance?
"Haywood evolving... Agares Dagon!"
Rein was stunned; Haywood actually had the potential of a Boss.
"How could I compare to the Demon God?"
Haywood didn’t know what to say.
"Aweso, brother." Liszt changed his attitude 180 degrees, placing his hands on Haywood’s shoulders, "Brother Hai, I will definitely find it for you. Since you also belong to the Divine Jewel, why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Having instructed everything that needed to be done,
Dreya was now in charge at the inn. Although her eyes held a sense of reluctance, she was quite sensible and remained silent.
"Okay, wait for our good news. You might even read about us in the newspapers first. Let’s go."
Liszt didn’t waste words. He gave Dreya a calm look, then left the inn with a group of core mbers and Hened.
"We’re going to Aran to pull off a legendary tough gig, ignore!"
Rein jumped straight out the window like a pure madman.
"Damn, I’ve tried everything from everywhere, except the stuff from back ho. This isn’t going to Qili; it’s a straight-up kidnapping."
Mika wore a sleazy expression, laughing and joking with Shadi.
The Baroness from the coffee shop also ca here to bid farewell to Claude. Only Claude remained serious, assuring her to be at ease. After a hug, he left without looking back.
Fen looked back a few tis, making sure there was no problem before catching up with the main troop and leaving.
Dreya’s eyes were filled with complexity as she watched Liszt’s retreating figure, her lips parted wanting to say sothing, but until he descended the stairs, she remained silent and finally let it go.
A minute passed.
The inn returned to its usual quiet state, not much business, very peaceful, with only the sporadic noises from the street outside.
Liszt had said he would stay for a long ti when he first ca back, yet this stop at the port turned out to be the shortest, lasting only twenty days. Dreya felt a bit lancholic, still reminiscing about the carefree days when he had hijacked more than nine hundred Golden Dragons and stayed for nearly half a year.
He had sothing to say to each of his monster friends before he left, but he had nothing for her. She really couldn’t understand it, always so tense.
But that was fine.
She still had her second wife.
Dreya looked at Goria, who was learning to mix drinks, and a slight smile of relief crossed her face.
"It’s gotten quiet again."
The Dark Elf signboard girl sighed, admittedly finding so pleasure as a lowlife, watching that gang perform their skits every day.
"Quiet? It’s bustling. Uncle here is still around, isn’t he?"
Wolman, like everyone at Black Sail, enjoyed teasing the signboard girl, and he was no exception.
The signboard girl gave him a look, indeed, Brother Ox and Haywood were decent folks, leaving behind this rather abstract giant lizard.
"You’re too big; go find your Scorpion sister instead."
The signboard girl made the explosive comnt. There was a clan of wondrous Scorpion People on the island whose roots also lay in the Great Wetland, only much fewer in number. Aside from significant differences like the scales and scorpion tail, other subtle features were not much different from humans, standing at around two ters and sixty-seven centiters tall. Perhaps Wolman, a monster of his sort, was the only one who could satisfy her.
"The lady’s got to go out to sea to kill Magic Beasts and make money, no ti for that."
Wolman drank his liquor; he was an on-duty adventurer, only regularly docking at this cursed place. If he encountered a big haul, he could earn no less than himself.
"Why are you so tall!"
Captain Fafna twirled on the high stool, just a bit smaller than her real self.
At this mont, Wolman had to admire the wisdom of his ancestors.
When the Great Wetland first established contact with outer lands, they claid to be Dragon people, descendants of Dragons. Although it later evolved into Sub-dragon people, there was still so claim to the lineage.
It was a symbol of formidable strength from the outset, a promising start.
It was just the beginning... indeed it was good.
"Because I am a Dragon too."
Wolman shalessly proclaid.
"Really?"
Fafna’s eyes sparkled with little stars.
Goria was exasperated; one shouldn’t deceive a child like that.
Fafna abandoned the high stool, stood on Wolman’s back, and sat directly on his shoulders.
"What are you doing, you little imp?"
Wolman couldn’t say much; the little dragon girl was soone they coddled, afraid of her falling if held in hand, lting if kept in the mouth.
"I like high places."
Fafna nodded, unreservedly honest.
"Is that so? Then I’ll take you out for a stroll, let’s go... to the tallest place in Heaven Port! Or perhaps we should gaze at the distant horizon, my family mbers!"
Wolman also got excited; the little lass was dressed like a lad and had the makings of a pirate.
"You’re not allowed to take her anywhere!"
Goria scolded.
"No, it’s ti for Fafna to grow up. She will have to leave us soday."
Caroso suddenly appeared, having done so research. Wolman was an educated man, even holding a moderate degree in history; among the ninety-nine percent of dropouts in the Western Continent, he was quite a talent—letting him take charge was fine.
"Ah? Are you even listening to what you’re saying?"
Goria was sowhat dissatisfied with Caroso. Did this Black Big look like soone capable of taking care of a child?
"Ha ha, Uncle Caroso is the best, reaching the world’s highest port, Heaven Port! Captain Fafna declares, our next destination is... the amusent park!"
Fafna sat on Wolman’s shoulders, and they both headed out the door.
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