They just have so nonsensical tendencies.
Fen slapped his forehead, "This is freaking ridiculous!"
"Such a dreamscape! You don't need to worry about losing your figure and don't have to care about the public image as a royal mber. You can eat pork knuckles and chocolate high-calorie stuff continuously, and still remain a superbly stunning woman. Wouldn't you be tempted? To drown in the dreamscape."
Liszt looked seriously at Su Yizhana.
"I suppose... maybe not? Perhaps... it could be possible?"
Su Yizhana thought seriously about this. There indeed was temptation, but it wasn't that strong, right?
"Practice is the only standard for testing truth. Let's start from the basics, it's decided to be ice cream. For the future of the country, you must resist temptation."
Liszt was cheering Su Yizhana on.
"Well... okay."
Su Yizhana actually found it sowhat funny, her lips curled slightly, but she held back. What kind of training is this, and how does one pass the assessnt?
Speaking of which, her upbringing was strict as a child, rarely leaving the palace. Pedan was cold, and ice cream had no market space. The court chefs did make so cold sweet treats, but she had never tried those from the street.
The group arrived at the street ice cream shop.
The shop owner was a warm-hearted person, and even though the Royal City tropolitan Area is far from the war, he still heard reports of compatriots dying in bloody battles along the railroad. Tomorrow marks a new beginning for Mulong, so to celebrate, all the ice cream today is free.
However, Fafna declared she wanted to eat a hundred pieces, leaving the shop owner stunned. Liszt directly paid ten silver coins without needing any change, so everyone could eat to their heart's content!
Su Yizhana held a small strawberry-flavored cone while a serious atmosphere surrounded her filled with Black Sail's stern faces, making her suppress a laugh, as if a thawing monsoon blew across a field of blooming flowers.
Shadi Reen was dumbfounded; Su i laughed like a fairy. Damn it, we are all trash, Liszt is a good person. She longed to break free from Liszt's clutches!
Sigh... my apologies, guilt is indeed part of a pirate's job.
For ideals, indulge in the day and night!
"This is not a ga; take it easy. This is the key point in the assessnt now."
Liszt crossed his arms and spoke with certainty.
Yet, the more Liszt spoke, the more Su Yizhana wanted to laugh. Although what they were doing was ridiculous, these ferocious-looking guys were too serious. How could they seriously do such absurd things? They must be nuts.
Liszt outwardly showed no expression. The progress was smooth; after passing the small test, it was ti to visit the planned venues.
Cafes, pubs, and even so less appealing places.
Su Yizhana cald herself down and took a small taste of the ice cream.
"Is it tasty?"
Liszt asked with mock seriousness.
"It's alright."
Su Yizhana found the taste refreshing, with moderate sweetness, but she didn't know how to pass the test, "Did I et the standards?"
"Magnifique."
"Congratulations."
"Bravo."
A cast of Black Sail actors smiled and clapped, creating a settlent screen for the MVP of the New Century Cone Warrior.
Su Yizhana's face turned red, and passersby looked and thought so social experint was happening here.
"Many can resist this level of temptation; a little effort will achieve it. The upcoming test won't be that simple. Look at that guy; he's never done any training and is already completely imrsed in the food dreamscape."
Liszt pointed at Fafna.
Fafna already downed a hundred cones, leaving the owner stunned. While her ice cream was truly natural with no additives, eating so many at once, is that really okay?
"That's the negative example. Ti to hurry up; the upcoming challenge is Hell Level! It's about confronting addictive stuff, coffee, betel nuts, and even... liquor!"
Liszt's strategy gradually unfolded; now it's ti to see whether Su Yizhana resists or accepts.
Dreamscape reversal training is but a guise for a one-day tour, which Black Sail all know, and so does Su Yizhana.
Of course, Su Yizhana wasn't a fool, but she wondered what kind of trick they were up to and what their goal was.
Just recalling what Fafna said before, to have fun with her on the last day.
"I'll strive to pass the test."
Su Yizhana said earnestly.
Liszt let out a long breath, so... successfully reaching the sixth stage, Su Yizhana thinks everyone in Black Sail is an idiot, but might find it quite entertaining.
Of course, all the nonsensical training during the day was a prelude to relieve Su Yizhana's defenses for fun. At night, Mr. Charles appeared as the main event.
Currently, just making sure Su Yizhana has fun gradually adjusting the strategy value to normal is the goal, moving to 20%, 30%; once a certain liking is built, Mr. Charles can arrive as promised.
Otherwise, she'll just see you as a pirate leader, with fear and hatred, forcing Charles into a love disaster, and that would be entirely abandoned.
Ten minutes later.
Inside the cafe.
Due to Liszt's prior arrangents, no real custors were here; these venues provided for dreamscape reversal training.
Considering it's the Mulong holiday, none of the places were particularly upscale, just for the general public. Yet, their decorations favored a fresh and sowhat vintage style, according to Fafna's intelligence that Su i might have a touch of literary illness.
Technical approaches won't work.
Thus, going with an ideological stream.
"People feel excited in extre weather. Such weather is a natural imagery's intense signal, like gusty winds, heavy rains, and sprawling snow. These imageries unintentionally weaken people's perception of society, magnifying their vision infinitely. Only then do you truly feel present in the world, existing in the universe rather than being shackled by human society's chains, and truly connecting with everything else."
Liszt clasped his hands, resting his chin.
Everyone watched him perform, except for Fafna.
Mr. Charles hasn't appeared yet, but so groundwork must be laid; later, Charles descends fiercely and angrily.
The coffee mixologist was dumbstruck, watching the young girl downing dozens of cups of coffee—really, is that alright?
"Indeed, sotis I also enjoy such weather."
Su Yizhana roughly understood what's going on, not revealing the guise. Watching what tricks these people might pull. And after all, Black Sails were undoubtedly Mulong's honored guests and deep collaborators, so understanding them was necessary.
"Imagine, outside the window, it's gloomy weather—dark skies, occasional thunder, and heavy rain. You've just taken refuge in a cafe, ordering a cup of coffee, randomly pulling a novel with an attractive na from its bookshelf. Wouldn't you feel like completely escaping this world and entering an incredible, wondrous new adventure?"
Liszt spoke with an academic tone.
The audience felt great awe, how co people have so many tricks?
"Listening, it does indeed feel quite calm."
Su Yizhana imagined it; all worries would dissipate temporarily in such a forced haven.
"No calm!"
Liszt exclaid loudly, almost startling Su Yizhana, continuing to elaborate: "That's because the dreamscape caster is quite elegant. He crafted such a sophisticated dreamscape, such a sophisticated venue to trap you, gradually depleting your willpower. Your spirit must be strong to counteract the dreamscape!"
Hearing such a funny foolish thing the second ti, Su Yizhana couldn't hold it back. Can you please forget about this ridiculous guise?
"So, what's the key point in the assessnt now?"
Su Yizhana gradually understood the ga rules.
"More difficult than the cone ice cream, increased tenfold. Next, a cup of coffee for you, during which I'll try everything to extract Mulong's national secrets, and you must resist. Don't underestimate , I'm more formidable than Biluosta's senior intelligence personnel. Good luck."
Liszt looked imnsely solemn.
Fen slapped his forehead, damn those national secrets. Su Yizhana's hobby weakness is secrets, right?
"I'll do my best."
Su Yizhana said seriously.
Liszt's plan succeeded; Fafna, that lass, intelligence says she likes reading, although not sure about the types. Once I figure out your type of literary illness, instant obliteration!
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