Black Sail

Before, Liszt had pulled Hened out of the big prison, what was he after?

Combat strength and financial power weren’t important; what he needed was reputation.

But what’s the use of just having a reputation if you can’t produce a penny? Who would give a damn about you?

My money, plus Hened’s fame, tell me that isn’t a recipe for success! Whether it’s Heaven Port or the Western Continent, my control is the same.

"Inviting Boss of Heaven Port to court death!"

Hened hadn’t been staying at the Black Sail Inn these days, not even showing up for the annual dinner.

Liszt had made him a representative for Black Sail abroad; inviting Hened was no different from inviting Liszt.

Once a formidable figure in the Narrow Sea Golden Waters, pirates from that era had a spirit of brotherhood, compelling influence, and unmatched charisma. Although the Pirate World has since become disorderly, filled with despicable people, it wasn’t like that in that era.

Hened’s connections spanned across the globe; who knows which Captain on the island had once been a greenhorn sailor under him, or perhaps that sailor’s son, his reputation reaching across the Four Seas.

But then...

Hened had aged, and what good was an old-timer like him to you? Could his presence alone provide you with a bite of meat?