Black Sail

The damp rainforest atmosphere crackled with the crisp pops of the slightly moist campfire kindling, sparks flying.

Celeste’s camping spot was located in the quietest corner of the main group, barely noticeable.

Five high-level agents from Lostra and one leading top-tier intelligence officer all had the same idea, simultaneously putting down the flasks in their hands, reaching an unspoken agreement.

Now was the best time to take control of Liszt.

They just waited for Celeste to use a hand signal to give the command, and they could take Liszt into a dark, unlit part of the forest where they had the means to slowly coax information out of him.

"Secrets of both worlds... Pardon me for being frank, you are indeed a character in the East Sea, but to speak of both worlds at such a level, might be a bit exaggerated—I suppose it includes some jest."

Celeste remained noncommittal.

In her view, just as war is an extension of politics, individual clashes also served interests. If information could be obtained safely, there was no need to consider fighting, though it might create various risks.

Under the light of the flames, Liszt’s gaze lingered on Celeste’s somewhat provocative tight outfit.

At first glance, it seemed like attire meant to seduce others, yet walking in the tropical rainforest for so long without seeing Celeste sweat, it must be highly breathable, probably a textile craft. It was a high-grade soft armor, resistant to sharp and slashing attacks, though its exact protective capability was uncertain.

Liszt was a bit distracted, thinking about Ada Wang, who people often referred to as little Celeste, and whether his own hands could be protected.