Chapter 375: Ⅹ. A Letter from the Imperial City
"Are you fucking not dead yet?"
Archer, drunk and staggering, was wandering everywhere, supervising various projects, bursting with vitality.
He encountered a bald man with tattoos.
Archer was shocked, this guy was tough to kill.
The news about East Sea had spread, and Gold Seekers and adventurers kept coming in droves, same as before, but without Doringger as a competitor.
Those who wanted to seek gold on Iron Soul Island had to register with Black Sail before they were allowed to enter. If someone had sneaky intentions, Liszt would kill all unregistered ships and people on the route.
The inns and taverns in the Inner City were doing business so well they were nearly bursting at the seams, making a killing from the gold seekers’ money.
These newcomers, seeing the massive construction work at Heaven Port, realized that there truly had been a change, and Liszt had solidified his position as the Boss.
Taking advantage of the prevailing winds at Iron Soul Island, Liszt used these migratory folks to fully establish his fame, clearing out the lingering dangers left by Doringger, what no-go zones, just playing around, a beacon of freedom and democracy, one could say.
Furthermore, murdering and plundering were now "nonexistent."
There were simply too many pirates on the island.