Black Sail

The night was clear and the stars sparse; this hilly region was seldom traveled by men. The rolling slopes were gentle enough for horseback riding to be unrestrained. In order not to draw attention, Black Sail and his crew did not light a bonfire for cooking, merely eating dried meat instead.

The horses were all tied up in the woods.

Everyone concealed themselves amongst the trees, waiting to strike tomorrow.

"Born to poverty, illiterate, with empty coffers and mounting debts. Steady now! We’ve got everything under control!"

Liszt was in the midst of rallying the troops before the battle, dousing his head with a bottle of wine in the cold December weather.

"Everyone thinks you’re finished, your family is ready to start over with a new account, and the neighbors in your village are all laughing at you! Only Uncle Te is seriously helping you plan!

Tomorrow, we’ll slaughter the nobles and return to the island, rich as can be. We’ll be a powerful force docking in Heaven Port, changing the unfavorable market environment and controlling the entire logistics of the East Sea. By then, each person will be... the top dog of Heaven Port! Where else can you hear such a clear strategy? Keep up with Uncle Te’s pace!"

Bang!

Liszt, gripping the Big Anvil, directly split a tree trunk as wide as a basin in half, felling it effortlessly and raising a cloud of dust.

Weber’s wounds hadn’t fully healed yet, but after more than ten days of rest, he had recovered about sixty to seventy percent.

Mika’s painkiller shots were extremely potent, not only relieving pain but also staggering any foe, skating smoothly.