"Are you fucking not dead yet?"
Archer, drunk and staggering, was wandering everywhere, supervising various projects, bursting with vitality.
He encountered a bald man with tattoos.
Archer was shocked, this guy was tough to kill.
The news about East Sea had spread, and Gold Seekers and adventurers kept coming in droves, sa as before, but without Doringger as a competitor.
Those who wanted to seek gold on Iron Soul Island had to register with Black Sail before they were allowed to enter. If soone had sneaky intentions, Liszt would kill all unregistered ships and people on the route.
The inns and taverns in the Inner City were doing business so well they were nearly bursting at the seams, making a killing from the gold seekers’ money.
These newcors, seeing the massive construction work at Heaven Port, realized that there truly had been a change, and Liszt had solidified his position as the Boss.
Taking advantage of the prevailing winds at Iron Soul Island, Liszt used these migratory folks to fully establish his fa, clearing out the lingering dangers left by Doringger, what no-go zones, just playing around, a beacon of freedom and democracy, one could say.
Furthermore, murdering and plundering were now "nonexistent."
There were simply too many pirates on the island.
In any case, the more chaotic the Western Continent beca, the more people took to the sea.
And clearly, with the railway rights battle broiling in the Western Continent, the societal conflicts, even a wise man would crash.
One season after another opened too rapidly, and a new season had already started, with new pirates continuously pouring into the East Sea, adapting to the new maps, new equipnt, new heroes.
The rules had now changed.
Pirates used to be the lowest of the low, even lower than the lowliest adventurers, a big group of them might rob a few Golden Dragons in one heist, and after expenses, each could only get a few silver coins, those who were unlucky and only snatched so grains or cloth might not even get ten silver coins—what fucking life is that?
However...
Liszt had reford piracy.
All pirates now had two choices.
First, rob wherever you want without my permission, and see if I don’t deal with you.
Second, join the Black Sail Trading Company, on a basic salary, where captains beco official mbers and crew mbers are on temporary status.
It was currently on a trial run.
All pirates could still go out and find business, Taylor and Plank could help them sell it too.
Now, ships from the Western Continent and the Far East Islands, if registered with Marine Transport Association, Ship Traders Association, and with qualification certificates bought from Liszt, wouldn’t be robbed.
If you haven’t paid the protection fee, sorry, ever heard of the mafia?
Not only would goods be stolen now, but ships too, implenting a Resident Evil 4 policy, Leon, generally known as the little East Sea Pirate.
If the trial run is successful.
Henceforth, associations from both lands would directly implent a buyout system, the Western Continent being more affluent, collecting thirty thousand Golden Dragons in one quarter, adding up to fifty thousand Golden Dragons for both sides in one quarter.
This is a terrifying concept.
It looks like Liszt has monopolized the robbery industry in the East Sea, becoming a public enemy.
In reality, this was benevolent governance.
Liszt...
Had much more initiative than Doringger.
Doringger treated his pirates like miners; he didn’t provide anything, just dealt with the loot, keeping the money while they risked their lives, bearing no risks, very sinister.
Whereas Liszt, as a leading big brother in the Northern Realm OG East Sea Boss, with various buffs almost stacking up to a divine saint in the underworld, not just terrorizing the chosen ones, Liszt was the one choosing the damn terrorizing.
Leading the robbery, what’s so special about plundering a ship? If you’re going to plunder, you might as well do it in one go. The 50,000 Golden Dragons that were collected would certainly not end up in Liszt’s personal purse.
This ant that the pirates under his command had transford from a scattering of adventurers into...
The regular army of Black Sail.
In tis of peace, they could still make money. Who in their right mind would lick blood off a knife’s edge for fun? A structured organization was too good to pass up. Unable to return inland and rapidly developing in Heaven Port, they earned high salaries, faced little risk during routine patrols, worked regular hours and enjoyed weekends off; the money earned was spent on gambling and visiting brothels.
It was like Emperor Qin Shi Huang learning the Beidou Divine Fist, winning his way into the legends of the Saviors at the world’s end.
Once everything had settled,
The East Sea beca incredibly safe, foreign capital surged in, consumption skyrocketed, Atomic Heart revolutionized technology, and people connected with the Overlord Descendant firmly established their proclamation with Twin Dragons backing them.
The Junlin Sword Master ruled as if it were his destiny to dominate the Four Seas!
Co and go as you please, play when you want, sleep right away when tired, no problem at all.
Continue attracting people from all over the world for refuge or even immigration, stimulating consumption and revitalizing the local market.
Money earned in the East Sea was spent there, not a penny thought of being taken ho.
The business of the queen of the street won in Heaven Port flourished red-hot; renowned for its brothels, it remained the wildest place to play in the world.
As the weather ward up, the scattered tents on the docks were set up again, majoring in a production line.
And Liszt couldn’t control others. Heaven Port was a place of free ingress and egress, founded on the principle of no laws, allowing any ship to dock and anyone to stay on the island for free.
Liszt’s role was simply to maintain public order for free, establish basic rules, ensure safety, be friendly to foreign investors, and let the free market grow rapidly, paying no mind to that dumbass Diaz.
Now Liszt was also spreading the word, a matter of give and take.
But his words were truthful.
The East Sea, Narrow Sea, North Sea— as long as it was at sea or along the coast, Liszt could reach out his hand. Any place associated with the Thief Guild such as various gambling, massage, and Ye Zi clubs, would face comprehensive sanctions from the Black Sail Trading Company, with Desperados visiting your ho, dispersing you within three days and scattering your ashes.
The bald tattooed man, mimicking the One-eyed Dragon, had risen to middle managent, like the earliest pirates of the Black Sail Ship, now mostly in middle managent positions.
It wasn’t so scary with the Triad Gang; the scary thing was a murderer who was literate, all of them damn well reading books now.
The tattooed man also studied business managent, and with his group of friends, he supervised various construction sites in the Inner City, holding a status equivalent to that of a white-collar worker.
These workers earned one and a half tis the usual salary and received three als a day; such treatnt was heavenly, unimaginable for an illiterate to land such a job throughout the Western Continent. With such terms, if they still didn’t work hard, in a country under rule of law not much could be done, but in Heaven Port, it ant a swift and bloody outco.
Of course, they weren’t slave laborers; it was all about balancing work with leisure.
These guys had set vacations—work three days and rest one, still getting paid on rest days and receiving free als—truly far ahead of others.
"Mr. Archer! Please, have a seat over here..."
The tattooed man was also practicing a form of filial diplomacy; he knew he wasn’t wrong following this crowd that promised a bright future.
Under the company structure designed by Mo Yutong.
He held a supervisory position, and if his monthly performance t the standards, he’d earn as much as a High Order Clergy of the Eternal Sect—100 silver coins a month.
Truly heavenly.
"Sit my ass down, what’s my status anyway? You guys watch properly, damn, with these conditions, even I want to start working."
Archer took a swig of alcohol, babbling nonsense.
"Fuck... stop talking; the serious matter is more important."
Rein now managing the island’s logistics, what was tricky was that soone had sent another letter to Liszt, the postmark damn from Aran Imperial City, escorted by a Heroic Level adventurer, carrying a wooden crate with unknown contents.
Could it be that the Emperor was seeking reconciliation?
Holy crap!
Aran Sea Commander Rein—it sounded bombastic!
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