Black Sail

All the arrangements had been settled, from the rendezvous point to the precautions and the specific compensation.

Neither side had any more questions.

During the meal, the waiter opened the two copper coin heavy rum brought by Liszt for the Earl’s family to drink. The expressions of the four people were quite spectacular, having never encountered such spicy and inferior stuff before.

Liszt was not someone without discernment; he knew his group of fugitives couldn’t stay overnight at the Earl’s house, and after finishing the meal and dessert, it was time to leave.

This was the first and possibly last meeting with this Earl.

Liszt and his group left with the Golden Dragon. If fate allowed, they could collaborate in the future.

After the Black Sail group left,

the Count’s son stared in shock at the empty long table.

In the Western Continent, hosting a meal was like in Liszt’s hometown; regardless of whether one could finish the food, appearances had to be kept up, with Great Nobles typically serving twenty or thirty dishes.

With the mentality of not being at a loss, Liszt even had the food packed up and taken away. On the ship, the standard civilians of the Beima Duchy only dared to eat meat during festivals. Such a meal was bound to be heartbreakingly memorable.

"Is this really appropriate, a hundred Golden Dragon a day..."