Black Sail Inn offered three types of guest rooms.
Standard rooms, superior rooms, and the Emperor suites.
That said, the Emperor suites could hardly be called luxurious. If the standards of Dream Blue Hotel in London City were to be given an eight out of ten, these would score only a six.
But the environnt was quite pleasant nonetheless, personally decorated under the guidance of Liszt himself, skillfully utilizing the avant-garde style of hidden lights behind plaster walls, emphasizing deconstructed post-modern minimalism. The viewing balcony offered a broad vista, overlooking the chaos of the outer city and the frenzy of the docks.
Under Boss’s governance, this Port of Sin also brimd with life and vibrancy, a scene of flourishing competition right before one’s eyes.
Caroso had always tried to clarify the origins of Fafna.
He knew that this dragon had been rescued by anti-imperialists from the dungeon within Aran, but he was more curious about her true roots, whether the Dragon Clan’s habitat was in a forbidden area of the Western Continent or so alien celestial body.
Dragons were exceedingly rare, and over the last hundred years, fewer than ten had actually appeared before the eyes of humanity.
And of these, the most formidable—a mature Silver Dragon with wingspan stretching beyond ten miles—was slain by the Emperor.
As one of the oldest Churches on the Western Continent, the Holy Spirit Church’s library contained so books that had been in existence for more than two thousand years.
He once read in a book titled "Dragon Origin," whose compilation dated back to the Ancient Era. The original copy was protected by an Array Seal and had been transcribed countless tis. Although so descriptions had been lost and the style and context of the writing had changed over ti, most of the original content remained understandable.
Dragons could be generally categorized into three types.
One was the Ancient Dragon.
They existed in the world even before the first deaths occurred, perhaps even before life itself began, resembling less a form of life and more a half-mineral or so kind of transcendent force.
For them, form was rely a manifest image,
It would be more accurate to say they resembled gods rather than dragons.
The Eternal and Ti Dragon was often regarded as the leader of all Ancient Dragons, also the most powerful among them. The Eternal Sect originated from this belief, subsequently developing doctrines and forming its lineage.
Another was the True Dragon.
Not just Ancient Dragons, but even the existence of True Dragons has beco mythical to this day.
In "Dragon Origin," True Dragons were considered to have existed at the dawn of life, worshiped the Ancient Dragons, and emulated their immortal wills. These wills also took on draconic forms, each possessing distinct traits, divine power, and overwhelming strength that penetrated the heavens and earth.
The third type was the literal aning of dragons on the present-day Western Continent.
These dragons were not of the true Dragon Clan lineage, but the creations of an incredibly terrifying Magician of the Ancient Era, who admired the strength of the Dragon Clan and studied it to create reproducible dragons. They were real living creatures in the true sense of the word and gradually began to form the concept of a clan. The first two types of dragons were each unique in their kind.
Although the Magician himself had long since passed away for reasons unknown—at least that’s what was written in the book—his masterpieces still road the world.
However, "Dragon Origin" did not specify how to differentiate them concretely.
All things had beco legend.
Even Caroso couldn’t identify Fafna’s identity; even the na Fafna was given to her by Goria, and before that, she was always in a state of confusion.
"Think about it, try to rember."
Caroso needed to find out, as locating the Dragon Clan’s habitat before Fafna was transferred to Lostra could have a profound influence on the course of events.
The unbridled expansion of the Eternal Sect was nearly reaching a point of no return.
Those malevolent forces, though few in number, had an unbroken lineage stretching back to ancient tis. The "Miracle of Suffering," the "Holy True God," and the demons from those religions, once pushed to desperation, would inevitably bring forth a great disaster.
The benevolent guidance of the thirteen Holy Spirits, which had led to the world now deed civilized, would also be devastated and must not be defiled.
"I’ve forgotten... I’ve always been alone."
Images of that terrifying dark dungeon flashed through Fafna’s mind, and she had no desire to rember further.
"You must rember, you definitely know."
Caroso’s deanor had beco sowhat more pressing; transferring her to Lostra was a asure of last resort, as no other place could offer refuge.
Fafna crossed her arms, showing so resistance.
Goria furrowed her brows tightly.
Caroso let out a shaky breath, since he truly couldn’t rember, there was nothing he could do.
"You must rember, the Emperor is your enemy; he killed your kin, their bones still lie in Aran Royal City, built into Dragon Stone Square. About twenty years ago, he was beheaded, his blood spraying and staining the entire city red..."
Caroso wanted to continue.
"You’re insane."
Goria cut off Caroso, gripping Fafna’s hand tightly, as Caroso’s expression was extrely horrific, just like the madn from each Sect.
"This is the truth. With your strength, no one can bind you. Sooner or later, you will run amok in the heavens and the earth, and all your enemies will be easily destroyed."
Caroso knew that this was not so easy for soone to accept, but once they went to Lostra, those people would certainly worship her, and she might lose her true self and forget her initial purpose, engaging in aningless acts for the benefit of Lostra instead of crushing the Emperor.
Only by taking down the Emperor and crushing the Eternal Sect was of the utmost importance.
He had to implant this thought deep in Fafna’s mind before she left.
Goria’s expression was icy cold.
She had been contemplating whether to take Fafna away. The Emperor indeed was a man of deep sin, having personally started a chaotic world, where everything spiraled out of control, and endless killings and sins ensued.
Indeed, Goria started with the intent to take revenge on the Emperor, having been expelled from the adventurer’s guild, she joined this operation. But now her thoughts had sowhat changed.
Indeed, revenge should be taken on the Emperor, but that person should not be Fafna, who had absolutely nothing to do with all of this and was just a bystander.
The atmosphere in the room was extrely tense and oppressive.
Neither Caroso nor Goria spoke, and Fafna didn’t know what to do, not wanting to see them argue.
At that mont, the knocking on the door sounded like a heavenly gospel.
Fafna breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who is it?"
Caroso asked. Liszt had indeed kept his promise, and during that ti, all the food was delivered to the door, without any disturbance or overstepping bounds, but one could not relax until the very last mont.
"I’m the First Officer from Black Sail, I’d like to invite Miss Goria down for a talk."
Fen was outwardly as undisturbed as an ancient well, but inwardly sneering, looking forward to Liszt’s expression later.
"What’s the matter?"
Goria, who appeared to have beco familiar with Liszt, but it was just for show—such a cold-blooded bandit, even if a familiar face, warranted extra caution.
"It’s like this, Captain Liszt’s lawful wife would like to et you, make a friend, how to say... truly sorry."
Fen spoke bluntly, recalling the ti on the ship, when things were down to the wire, yet Liszt was still drinking and playing gas with the adventurer.
Goria was greatly shocked.
Because Liszt had told her countless tis before, he was a single male, had never even held a girl’s hand, didn’t know the taste, and was as innocent as they co, longing for a sincere relationship, for a female Holy Spirit to co rescue him, and so on.
What a storyteller he was, to have a wife after all this ti. What’s the situation now? A nervously sensitive woman coming to see the other woman?
"Alright."
Goria figured it wasn’t anything serious, and rather let that sister see the true Liszt, so she wouldn’t continue to be troubled by this scumbag.
"Shall I take you down for so fresh air?"
Goria asked Fafna, her attitude having shifted.
"No."
Caroso objected.
"That’s not for you to decide, let’s go. Staying in a room all the ti will make you sick."
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