Chapter 71: LXXI. Hunting Time
Navigation Room.
Due to the hardships of the early startup of Black Sail, the elmwood wall paneling in the room bore numerous marks from axes and knives, some inflicted by outsiders and some from internal strife. These were deemed insignificant and left unmaintained. Over the past two or three years, as the core framework stabilized, such issues had ceased to exist.
The center of the room featured a high-end peach core wood table totally at odds with the battle-scarred style of the room, covered with a blue-green silk tablecloth and adorned with some silverware, truly befitting high society.
There was some dust on the glass shade of the kerosene lamp on the table. Liszt, finding himself at a loss for topics, picked up a greasy black tablecloth and began wiping the glass. He was somewhat lost in thought, staring blankly at Goria.
Having been relentlessly on the move before, he hadn’t seen her clearly, but this young lady truly was energetic. Her cold, stunning big eyes and pale skin seemed almost pinchable, her hair possibly light blue due to some special magic skill, as dyeing hair wasn’t customary in the Western Continent, and the tight curves accentuated by her leather armor.
Liszt’s tongue pressed against his cheek, an adventurer’s charm with an extra boost to attack speed, too exhilarating, hardened, a fist—to protect her from the other crew members’ vile hands, he must figure out a way to approach her.
"Is there anything else?"
Goria still couldn’t quite let go of concern for the mysterious person; someone needed to stay behind to guard him, as the girl was under severe mental strain. Many had perished on the journey because of her, and being utterly unworldly like a bird in a cage, you could imagine her distress.
"Not urgent... not urgent..."
Liszt was timing it, planning to strive for twenty minutes as a precaution to avoid any mishaps from Swan’s side.
Thinking it over now, Liszt felt like he was damn Inuyasha, gathering the pieces of the Divine Jewel. Perhaps because he had frenziedly browsed game forums in the past and obtained a zero-performance mark in a game designed by a relative, now suffering the backlash. Although the items on the ship had incredible origins, they all had the cursed seating system.