Black Sail

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 environment 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 brimmed 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 some 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 some 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 times. Although some descriptions had been lost and the style and context of the writing had changed over time, most of the original content remained understandable.