Black Sail

"Over there, isn’t that Mo Yutong."

Liszt picked up the microphone. He had never used a telegraph before and had no idea how to operate it.

With a tactical black face, Fen, who had washed away his worries by drinking water from the River of Oblivion, taught Liszt how to use it. He had already adjusted the frequency band and currently could only contact Heaven Port.

Of course, if relay transmitters were sent to various nodes on the Western Continent, even if Lostra had a receiver, Heaven Port could still send messages. But the delay there and back would be over two minutes.

Liszt mimicked the method, picking up the brick-like audio input box. "When I come back at the end of the year, I’ll bring something good for you. A limited card pool from Mulong, draw out the Princess and bring her back to Heaven Port for you to enjoy as a year-end bonus. Over."

Fen’s face looked worse than after eating a lemon. Black Sail’s finances were already tight, and future investments also had to be considered. The flexible funds in the public account were already minimal.

A rule had to be established that only official matters could use the radio, and for personal matters, you’d have to pay out-of-pocket.

"Who said domestic stories have bad plots!"

Rein was flabbergasted. Damn Liszt, introducing women to his communication list girlfriend, then joining in to steal his communication girlfriend, creating a harem of mutual cuckolding. Even the most popular sci-fi writers wouldn’t dare to use such a setting lightly.

A minute later.

Because Mo Yutong was often busy and usually had others watching, Weber liked to play around there when he had nothing to do. She had actually found a leisurely, good-looking Yisu maid from the manor to serve as a communications officer.