There was to be a celebration.
Liszt would naturally invite Dreya to join him.
He made his way to the castle in the eastern suburbs.
After searching around, he couldn’t find anyone, only the sleepy Mo Yutong.
Because Dreya had to leave for a long trip, Mo Yutong had hosted a wild party.
"Where is everyone?"
Liszt found it strange that there was no one around on such a bright morning, but the sight of Mo Yutong, disheveled, with her robe sliding off one shoulder, made his chest tighten.
Mo Yutong had also been woken by the sound of Liszt moving around; scanning the big bed, she found it odd that Dreya, who usually slept the latest, was missing.
Even though Dreya had left, her maids in the castle were still packing things up, and two muscular n were always guarding the door, around the clock.
"This is what the mistress asked to give to both of you."
A maid respectfully presented them with a letter.
Liszt was sowhat bewildered, not understanding what kind of trick this was, so he imdiately tore it open to read.
The content was very brief.
"I am going on a short trip; it won’t take long, just taking your old fla for a breath of fresh air, will return in three months at the latest.
You must take good care of Yutong, if you bully her, you know the consequences."
Liszt was completely flabbergasted: What trip are you going on for no reason? What if you die out there?
Dreya’s identity as part of the Blood Clan was more secretive than that of a pirate; she had sought refuge in Heaven Port to hide. What whimsy to go off to clear her mind, and wait... she took Tani too?
Liszt’s brain had entered a catatonic state.
Mo Yutong, looking at the letter too, curved her lips into a beautiful arc, understanding that her own workload was heavy and that not taking her along was Dreya’s way of sincerely loving Liszt and supporting his career.
She was extrely pleased with the situation, feeling the love in this ho, and leaned on Liszt’s shoulder.
"Looks like you’re asking to be disciplined."
Liszt folded the letter neatly. Today looked like a day of great joy, but it was not so; he was full of worries and had no ti to cater to Mo Yutong.
Yesterday’s first clash had been sinister enough, with Doringger wanting to keep him within a controllable range. But now that he had heard about the mobile fortress, how could Liszt dare to confront it head on?
According to Ben’s words, that tower ship was a mile long, a true behemoth. He didn’t know where it was being hidden in the sea, but if that thing were to approach, no number of ships would be enough to match it.
Today, sothing unexpected might happen; it could either be a civil encounter or a hostile one.
Wolman, Ox, and the likes of Qi Liwenkui needed to set off quickly; tomorrow would be just right.
All the remaining money in the company accounts needed to be squeezed for its full potential.
Liszt realized that their current strength was simply not enough. Now, more than Doringger, he hoped the New Continent was a treasure trove that would attract more people. Only then, through subtle manipulations, could he draw more allies and build up a force to liberate the East Sea.
He had to eliminate the largest drug lord in the East Sea, a murderer and a legitimate warlord.
10:30 a.m.
The castle tower at Taylor Manor was bustling with activity. The luxurious banquet hall, glittering with gold, was filled with distinguished guests. Anyone who was a comrcial partner of the Black Sail was sent an invitation, including Qi Liwenkui and another big shot from Heaven Port, who could now be considered one of their own.
Including various associates from each of their forces, they were almost ready to host one hundred tables. The practice of giving monetary gifts was common everywhere, in ancient and modern tis, and across multiple universes.
So sent cash directly, while others sent gifts, beautifully wrapped in gift bags that almost piled up into a small mountain.
The parallels were striking.
After the guests witnessed the ceremony at noon, they enjoyed a fine al with drinks. In the afternoon there were card gas, and after dinner, everyone dispersed, leaving ti for the newlyweds to be alone and create life.
Shadi, Swan, and Claude’s closest followers, such as the groomsn, were extrely busy. The reception hall, filled with ribbons and festive decorations, was very noisy. Wen Kui kept shouting at his subordinates to mind their manners, while he, due to accidentally dropping ashes on his hand, wiped it on the tablecloth.
The card ga segnt had not even begun yet.
But Rein and the others had already started, finding a table to play cards with Morison Wolman and the rest.
Yesterday, Mika realized how much power he now had as a board mber, plus the recruitnt over the past few days, he still had people he could use.
He also had his subordinates handle the hospital matter, learning from Liszt to be a hands-off manager.
"There’s always that trope, isn’t there? As soon as you get married, trouble is bound to happen, either it’s a bridal kidnapping or so Casterly seasonal rain."
Rein took a drag on his cigarette; tomorrow, the core mbers were going to be busy with big matters—fighting for turf, swaying people—Liszt was also going to take a firsthand look at the New Continent.
"For God’s sake, seasonal rains, can you say sothing nice for once?"
Fen couldn’t hold it in any longer, not a single pearl cos from a dog’s mouth; he looked around at those present, the very foundation of the Black Sail Trading Company. With Liszt away, he had to hold down the fort.
The groom was getting ready backstage, and as soon as the clock struck twelve, Old Wei would lead the bride out, and after the ceremony, everything should end perfectly; let’s hope nothing goes awry.
"Little Claude, once the end of the year cos around, everyone here will be an uncle and will have beco Old Cannons on the streets."
Rein swirled the smoke in his mouth, feeling a bit envious of Claude; the last to board the ship but the first to get hitched.
"Do you think if Lostra’s people co knocking again, they would dare to make a move?"
Rein glanced at the dozens of tables full of people, damn it, it felt surreal, like living in a dream. Six months ago, the Count of Londen deserved a raised head just to take a look, but now, not to ntion Little Kami, he wasn’t much either.
"If they send soone, it’ll be in the form of special squads, mostly scouts first, it’s not an issue."
Fen watched Fafna eat and drink lavishly and was quite impressed; she had polished off all the cold dishes and candy snacks that were put out on the table in advance.
He went over all the steps in his mind, checking if he had missed anything.
One month ago.
The Pioneer Train, last compartnt.
After carrying Rein, who had received a heavy blow to the chest, away, Fen had always felt uneasy.
After pondering it thrice.
He returned to the compartnt and took off his face cloth.
"My hair..."
Liszt held his head in his hands; Black Sail had been wiped out.
Like a rat crossing the street, Fen was a target for everyone, and with the label of Necromancer and political criminal stacked on top, he appeared to be a stern intellectual, but in the eyes of others, he was an extrely malevolent supervillain.
One of the most powerful families on the Western Continent, Astalia, and the pearl in their hands.
Alanee had now seen Fen’s true face.
Liszt’s expression beca extrely cold-blooded. Only the dead don’t speak; destroy the evidence, kill and it’s done. The worst-case scenario... would be slaughtering all the nobles on the train.
He was ready to act; Liszt had a reason he absolutely could not die.
"Teacher... Old teacher?"
Alanee’s expression was extrely complicated, the horse bandits involved in the train robbery turned out to be ntors she hadn’t seen in seven or eight years.
The sense of disparity was unimaginable; if one were to make a comparison, it was like being served by a past goddess in a bathhouse.
Fen was commanded by the Magic King to substitute teach for Alanee, back then she was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl coming of age.
Having so immature fantasies about her strapping young private tutor, but that was all in the past, the sentints of an ignorant state, from an adult’s perspective, were laughable.
Until an incident occurred in Fen’s family ho; he was a hereditary count, but after the incident, his status plumted. Later on, Fen also made a huge blunder.
Colluding with the rebels within Pedan in an attempt for a military coup, those were just minor charges. He did sothing unreasonable and nearly insane, which very few people knew about, and the Pedan Royal Family, not wanting to tarnish the country’s reputation, kept the populace and even the high nobles in the dark.
However, soone of Alanee’s standing had heard sothing of it.
"You still rember ."
Fen sensed Liszt’s intentions, signaling him not to move a hand; Alanee had been his student, though only broadly speaking, just having substituted a few tis, but it was still a debt of gratitude.
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