Black Sail

On the pier.

"This box contains a trace of spell power I’ve planted. As soon as it’s opened, it will transform into a raven and fly back to me, and I’ll know you’ve picked up the person. The strategic deployment will begin, and we’ll tear open a route."

Fen carefully passed a palm-sized wax-sealed wooden box to Liszt.

"Damn, that’s awesome, let me take a look."

Shadi reached out to grab it.

"You’re too curious, Swan, keep an eye on him. Don’t let him touch the box."

Fen instructed.

Swan nodded and, to be safe, added, "If something goes wrong when picking up the person and we get cornered, relying solely on this is not reliable."

Fen vetoed, "The Moon Wheel Knight and the Heavenly Punisher are not pushovers. As long as the Aran Constitutional Soldiers are still searching, they’ll surely arrive; they must be concealed for now. Plus, Swan, you haven’t been here long and haven’t seen Liszt in action because most of the time, we don’t need him. If he were small fry, I would be the Captain of Black Sail by now. Honestly, it’s me who writes the ship’s log; he just palms off the responsibilities."

Liszt’s forehead creased as he said, "You shouldn’t say that in front of me. My Kirin Arm is acting up."

Liszt pretended to be in extreme pain, about to explode.