Black Sail

Southeast of Heaven Port, where it connects with Mirror Sea.

The sky here was gloomy, the moisture was exceedingly heavy, and a thick fog hung over the sea.

The Daffodil sailed relentlessly forward, not far from Dead Man Bay, a pirate port full of criminals from Mirror Sea.

Morison had bought an abundance of board games during the New Year, not just post-apocalyptic wastelands, but also things like the Craftsmanship Survey Team.

While there were fantasy, Dungeons and Dragons types of games, Morison didn’t buy them.

Because real life was tough enough, the Western Continent was all swords and magic—why bother with Dungeons and Dragons?

It was like a blessed man about to die suddenly playing a role-playing game about work—it felt incredibly dull. In fact, this kind of game also had the poorest sales in that game company in Lostra.

Fisher had already turned into an animal friend.

However, the rest of the extortion squad had been arranged to come over and dominate Dead Man Bay with Ox, excluding Nishi and Violet, there were three other Heroic Level adventurers.

Morison truly felt he was on the rise. Heroic Level was quite rare; Black Sail had only become a regional power, capable of maintaining servants of this level.

Including Gawain and Weber, they were now formidable in the Seven Martial Seas.