Black Sail

Within a tower office of the castle, the view outside the window was endlessly delightful. The room was filled with bookcases, as well as various specimens of small magic beasts. The air was also permeated with the scent of compounds.

The Warlock Council, Tower Alliance, and the fugitive Mo’er were working in the office.

His face was covered in stitches, as if his head had once shattered into multiple pieces and been forcibly pieced back together. Cloaked in black robes, his presence was deeply somber.

"The list has been made; just double-check those sea beast materials. If there’s no problem, ship them directly to Aran. That gentleman always pays upfront—truly a big shot."

Mo’er set down his feather pen.

Heaven Port’s surrounding waters also boasted specialty sea beasts, only to be caught in this region—a rare commodity supplied to the entire world, much sought after by many magicians.

This was a lucrative piece of business. Doringger provided Mo’er with it, and Mo’er’s research also required funding.

"What kind of big shot? Dammit, he’s taken over most of the goods here."

Once a Peak Competition Captain now the Chasing Wind Pirate Group Captain, he marveled, sporting a suit and shiny, slick hair, a complete transformation from his past self.

Back then, he was highly successful, with annual sales of two or three thousand Golden Dragons, even once seizing a royal treasure ship of the Southern Continent. He had thought to cross paths with Doringger and was subsequently recruited by him.

"You’d be scared if I told you."