Chapter 142: CXLII. Unquestionably Distinct Through the Ages
Pirates detest privilege the most.
Onshore or offshore, it’s all the same.
If someone gets infuriated at sea and ends up burning ships, everyone involved gets put through the ringer with a "Chuunin Exam," sent off with a "Water Escape Sea Waterfall" burial.
The same applies onshore—create a hierarchy, strut around like some damn official; how is that supposed to win anyone’s respect?
All outlaws on the Western Continent have a tradition of fighting against the nobles, along with a particular emphasis on equal rights. The culture leans toward heroics—after all, no one wants to be seen as a despicable rat, they need to justify their actions. Anyone who dares to tamper with the pirate code will lose their head, especially among themselves.
After deciding to take on a tough job, Liszt also planned to set aside between five hundred to a thousand Golden Dragons. He wanted every single one of his subordinates, from top to bottom, to go wild—overindulging in brothels and gambling for a week. Once the standard of consumption was raised, could it be lowered? Everyone got equipped with Berserker charms, and then they would take down Boss of Heaven Port once and for all.
The core members only opened two rooms, and those who should sleep on the floor did so.
But Liszt had other intentions as Captain, arranging Rein, who was beyond normal, in another room and stuck three suckers in there with him.
He stayed in a quieter, more respectable room with Swan, Fen, and Claude.
"Please go ahead."
"No, you please."