Black Sail

The light in the office dimmed slightly, the space around the sword blade warping like the heat haze of a summer day. The hilt was ivory-white and ornately carved, a ceremonial sword that declared the Monarch’s grace and authority.

The adventurer delivering the message was ignorant of its value, only feeling a moment of dizziness, as if some Magic Power was attracting his gaze. Mika had consciously stepped back.

The power of this artifact went without saying, and to avoid any accidents happening to the two women by his side, Liszt had already closed the lid of the wooden case.

"A business partner, sending something so valuable?"

Dreya knew her stuff. She was doubtful, her instincts sharp. To her, girls of Mo Yutong’s age were merely pretty faces, seemingly just helping Liszt provide a cover.

She had already "interrogated" Mo Yutong and learned that they were not from this world, having found herself a "Cosmic Person" husband.

With her experience, she could tell this was phonetic script, not ideographic, hard to decipher. She had seen over seventy percent of the world’s scripts, but this was an exception. Without even thinking, she knew the sender was also from there, not just any partner but an old acquaintance of Liszt.

The lies concocted in desperation by Mo Yutong had already been seen through by Dreya.

"Ah, this... is a very important business."

Liszt, naturally worried about Sharon’s safety, found himself in a sensitive position, wondering how to return to the Aran Imperial City to bring her back to Heaven Port?

She had mentioned she was feeling tired, under great pressure. It was conceivable that she was struggling to cope; otherwise, she would never mention it in her letter.