Chapter 540: CLXIX. A Better Tomorrow
The temporary fortress of Black Sail is situated in the hilly tundra region, nestled in the midst of undulating mountain passes, though far less treacherous than the Kelor Highlands.
Holy Spirit Calendar, year 2690, July 20th.
There are four days left until the rendezvous at Silver Moon City with the Aran Army General from Crocodile Island.
Liszt had no plans to attend this banquet. Taking care of Crocodile Island too early seemed pointless. According to Fen, they should wait for Celeste to deliver the next infiltration update from Vadinia. If it looked promising, they could directly launch an attack, using Uborio as a sacrificial pawn first, and then Black Sail could follow up +18.
What surprised Liszt the most was.
Duguli brought good news, saying that Saleret had tracked down the Netherworld Envoy of the Thief Guild. He had already headed to the Imperial City.
Given the timing.
There were less than two months of summer left. When the weather was at its best after the Stargazing Festival in mid-September, it would soon be autumn by late September or early October.
Of course, none of this mattered.
The annual Continent Martial Arts Competition... was reaching its peak.
The Major General Edmond, and Major General (Quasi General) Pyapan, whom they had previously met in Beima, were both monthly champions at the Imperial Arena. Their titles were significant due to the Aran Military Government’s poor selection mechanism, which only used such methods to draw in new blood. Otherwise, even with a merit system, it would result in nepotism, with victories going only to close associates rather than aligning with the Emperor’s aggressive expansion strategies.
