Celeste was bewildered not because she was wavering, but because it seed absurd that a pirate was discussing these matters with her.
As a high-level intelligence officer of the governnt, she was fully steeped in political ideology, and Liszt’s tactics were ineffective against her.
The ocean currents were ever-changing, causing the ship to rock slightly and the oil lamp on the table to flicker.
"I’m listening, how do you fight against authority? Kill them and then steal their money, just like what you did to Blue Bay Port and Doringger?"
Celeste gave him a hopeful look, eager to see what profound insights this uneducated, scar-faced man had and was ready to render him speechless, giving up his deceptive sches.
She had already spoken highly of Liszt by persuading those above her to give him a chance, and now he wanted her to stand by his side?
That would never be possible.
Beneath the flickering oil lamp, only half of Liszt’s face was visible.
"That’s too superficial. The visible nobility can be eradicated, but it’s the hidden undercurrents behind them that deserve vigilance.
The forms of power are diverse. While tangible power has strategies for coping, it is the intangible power that is truly fearso.
It infiltrates, interferes, and manipulates people’s behavior with hidden symbolic thoughts.
It’s like a prison where you can only see inside from the outside, but when you’re inside, you can’t be sure if a patrolling guard is watching you. Thus, even when there are no guards, without the need for whipping, you would dosticate yourself, becoming a model prisoner.
Poverty and suffering kill people’s imposingness, like a chasm thousands of ters wide that nobody tries to jump across.
It doesn’t matter how many people I’ve killed. What’s important is the tide that Black Sail represents behind this force.
People never easily obtain things they originally didn’t have; sothing must be sacrificed, and to break free from intangible power, one might even have to... sacrifice their sanity.
One must adopt the mindset of a desperado, letting Black Sail spread throughout the world."
After Liszt finished speaking, Celeste actually didn’t understand much of what he said, such as the Matthew effect— the strong get stronger, the weak get weaker.
Starting with a level eighteen and six-piece divine gear will unequivocally block the respawn point without any suspense.
But reality isn’t a ga. The biggest problem is that sotis people can’t even recognize who their enemy is, inexplicably killed and then resurrected, struggling in confusion and cruelty. That’s when it’s ti to consider whether they are blocked at the respawn point.
But the good thing is that reality isn’t a ga, and it’s not solely about data or combat power.
What often needs to be honed is rely the determination, the courage to face death.
Liszt refers to this as the desperado mindset.
Once this realization takes hold, a wealthy tycoon is just a wealthy minion, a monarch just a ruler with a country, and even if facing a god who could destroy the universe, that god is just a divine minion.
Liszt uttered those few words, the true na of the Emperor.
He then added,
"Let’s call it ’singer.’"
He said nonchalantly, not really impressed with this ruler of the world.
"My hair..."
Celeste was truly dumbfounded by this combo, and even her ability to speak was impaired, for this pirate caveman indeed spoke sense— to those unaware, he might even seem like a great figure.
Clearly, this scar-faced man was far from being a great figure.
Liszt aid to completely win over Celeste, but this was just the beginning. Gradually, subtly, he planned to convert the high-level agent from another country to his side.
"There have also been various ssages coming from the island, with not a few captains committing nefarious acts under the na of Black Sail.
But the fast and effective complaint feedback chanism also disciplined those people.
We are not rely a group driven by self-interest, do you understand?
Now, with the developnt of Magic Energy Industry and other technologies, production capacity has significantly exceeded the past. Yet, nationalism is deeply rooted in this world, and religion runs rampant, lacking an environnt where governnts provide benefits to the people. Even today, the East Sea and Narrow Sea are still overcrowded, and you may think the Aran people and Lostra people are doing well, but they also lack standards to asure by. Compared to Beima Duchy and Mulong Duchy, which have beco rogue states, they are living like immortals. As for how well they are actually doing and whether their rightful interests have been taken away by others, only they themselves know.
The Advancent Movent is underway, and I think a chaotic great war is not far off.
If we can gather all the heroes with the mindset of desperados, we can unite a force that could crush everything, rule the Four Seas, and liberate everyone from chains forged by the Emperor or any other tyrants."
Liszt finished his speech.
Celeste opened her mouth to say sothing.
Liszt interrupted her, "This is the final blow, even agents are human. Emotional appeal mixed with ideology, and on top of that, the natural rule where won confuse sympathy for love, ’He Transmutes Freedom thod,’ thirty years of skill, can you resist it?
He truly didn’t care how those people lived, it was none of his caven business. Johnny Silverhand was already outdated, he didn’t want to be burned to ashes, he just wanted to end a nearly impossible revenge. It wasn’t that Liszt wanted to play with ideology, but that he focused only on the most threatening and combative ideology.
He continued, "I’ve said so much, you must find it boring, but I just wanted to confide a bit. We’ve fought side by side, sharing so woes with you isn’t too much, right?"
Now the pressure was on Celeste, quickly ask why I need to do this, what’s the reason.
"I don’t understand, are you so down-and-out noble, or have you been wronged by soone powerful? Does this have sothing to do with your ti in the Northern Prison? Such deep resentnt..."
Celeste couldn’t help but ask that, only to realize this caveman was the Seventh Andnt of the Seventh Andnt, extrely radical, a bit like the KB organization already, you might as well just rena yourself Salvation Army, do all you can."
But she beca a bit curious about this scar-faced man, her gaze containing so explorative desires.
Thus, it has beco an art.
Liszt shook his head.
"The rule should be like this, why you’re an agent, why I’m a pirate, let’s exchange, that’s only fair."
Liszt lit a cigarette as he spoke.
Celeste hesitated to speak.
No one had ever asked her that before, but strictly speaking, she wasn’t interested in ordinary mbers of the organization, nor did she find any peers handso, and as for outsiders, no one knew her identity.
Just when she was sowhat shaken,
Goria pushed the door and entered.
Interrupting the intimate atmosphere. In Goria’s view, Celeste’s eyes were silky, and Liszt’s gaze was extrely aggressive. Had she not co in, they might have imdiately gotten involved.
Seeing the woman with pale blue hair co in, Liszt almost spat blood, "Big sister, you really have perfect timing."
Dreya had sent Goria and redith here to monitor Liszt and prevent him from causing trouble.
But Celeste didn’t care.
This hottie was certified by Dreya.
"Should I co back later if you’re busy?"
Goria was not oblivious to the atmosphere.
"No, what’s the matter?"
Liszt didn’t intend to show too much purpose, slow ticulous work was required for this hottie he coveted, he must proceed slowly.
"Alright."
Goria ca to the desk, spread out a map, and pointed to a location—the whereabouts of the Junlin Sword Master Sword and the descendants of that legendary Radiant Knight...
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