Black Sail

"Isn't it, the greatest adventure starts with all sorts of problems, right?"

Liszt had only been gone for two hours, and already there were issues.

One problem after another.

News came from the Heavenly Port headquarters that the smuggling route from the Southern Wetlands to Aran was cut off. Luckily, there were no issues with Violet's side; however, supplies couldn't be delivered for a long time. The Aran market couldn't be abandoned, so they had to keep sustaining losses to maintain it.

In short, Wolman's operations had to stop for the time being, but he couldn't rest; he needed to develop rapidly. Wolman also planned to come to the Narrow Sea soon to join the main force.

Liszt had no choice but to seek help from his external brain, General Fen. Although Glasses was a bit sketchy, he hadn't defected after all this time. He needed to find a legal entity to avoid operational risks and had to fully exploit General Fen's value!

"Damn it, General Fen, we can't hold it! The Wetlands also sent urgent news; the smuggling route is cut off. We're losing money on that front. Isn't Wesker trying to undermine us?"

Liszt smoked one cigarette after another.

At critical moments, he still had to rely on the Pedan National for solutions.

[I understand the situation roughly. Since there's nothing wrong with Violet's side, it's probably unrelated to this audience.

Last year when we hijacked the train, we passed through that underground tunnel. I know a bit about architecture, and that tunnel has earthquake-resistant structures. The drug dealers and small-time players can't build that; there are anti-imperialist elements involved.

So the transport routes between the Wetlands and Aran should be completely shut down. After Soloren's death, the Emperor started clearing out the anti-imperialists. Although it has affected us, we're not the cause.

Celeste's approach is correct. You should indeed lose contact with Aran until the buzz about Soloren's death subsides, then consider the audience.]

Liszt listened to Fen's analysis and agreed, then contacted Wolman to confirm if everything was completely shut down or just the Black Sail's routes.

"How long are you staying in the Mulong Capital?"

Liszt asked.

[I can't leave in the short term, and you probably aren't comfortable leaving energy extraction and the rights in Mulong to others.

Not to mention, the Aran Army will surely come knocking.

I've returned to the inland, and the Magic Energy Industrial Committee has their eyes on me, so I'm stretched too thin.

I can't get involved in the Narrow Sea business, and at the latest, I might have to stay in the Mulong Capital until the end of the year.]

Fen currently has the most on his plate. Having returned to the inland, after years of being so far from Pedan, it was only a matter of time before he was noticed.

Liszt also understood that Fen's case was huge, and now he was under pressure dealing with matters inland. The Human Rights Card couldn't work automatically, lest the General be worn out.

"I know, I'll go to Pedan and smash the Magic Energy Industrial Committee for you, okay?"

Liszt boasted.

[Hopefully so, but communication costs a lot. You need to stop bragging, especially now that the Wetlands routes are cut off and the Aran market is losing money. Over and out.]

Liszt pressed his tongue against his cheek; Fen made sense. Communicating with Heavenly Port required a repeater to amplify the signal, costing over ten silver coins each time, which was quite expensive. Contacting the inland also cost a few silver coins, equivalent to the monthly salary of many people on the Western Continent.

Bragging alone was fine, but if everyone in Heavenly Port bragged and chatted endlessly, they wouldn't be able to afford it.

Great adventure!

Bad start!

"Agent Seventeen!"

Liszt had to shift his focus, fully committed to the great adventure. This trip was not only about finding Fafna but also going to the Tower of Winterless.

The Tower Alliance's eleven Tower Masters were a big deal. In Middle Earth, these Tower Masters would be at Saruman's level, each a prophet.

Some of the Tower Masters were nationalists and played favorites, but the overall structure of the Eleven High Towers transcended the mundane.

Fen was once an Upper Senator of the Tower Alliance, mediating academic disputes among nations in the parliament.

And according to proportional representation, the Tower Masters held the highest voice in parliament, but they wouldn't get involved in politics under the Magic King's supervision and had to follow the rules of the Alliance. If political interests got involved, the Alliance would quickly dissolve.

Just didn't know what was going on.

Besides, it wasn't even a Tower Master, but the favorite son of a Tower Master.

Liszt currently didn't know how reliable this Nashano guy was.

"What's up?"

Celeste was satisfied with Liszt's decision, reluctantly accepting this somewhat absurd title.

Because the Narrow Sea was hot, in September, the sunlight on the sea was terrifying. Celeste was dressed coolly in a gray cropped tank top and black shorts, but she carried all her gear, with a tactical belt bearing magic-guided firearms and a large dagger. The material of her boots was as sturdy as a sheet of metal when kicked.

With an extreme waist-to-hip ratio, the Metal Gear lay quietly, usually referred to as little Celeste.

"I need to post a task. Get the thorny nun up here; I have something to discuss with her."

Liszt was about to start his transformation and charm Bastie. That Holy Spirit Sect woman was high and mighty. She insisted on setting sail immediately but then said to just leave three meals at her door since she would meditate without going out.

Meditating, my ass!

The reason I set out early was because of your allure, with that beauty on board.

"Hmm...you want me to assist you in picking her up, right? You don't stand a chance. Don't be fooled by that sexy lace blindfold; she's solid, once quelling matters for the Holy Spirit Church, crusading against heretics, handling the Miracle of Suffering, and the Eternal Sect. She's killed...probably more than I have."

Celeste grudgingly admitted.

In Ji Weng, the Holy Spirit Church might have lost its way, and it was gradually declining east of the Narrow Sea, but west of it, it remained the top religious force.

Bastie may call herself the Holy Daughter, but she was actually the pinnacle of the Heavenly Punishers.

Liszt was recently cleared of charges. Previously, in dealing with pirates, Bastie would have eradicated them in passing. Now you think you can sleep with her?

"That's an order! No...sister, you were humiliated by Ji Tou Si at the ultimate level, yet you still speak so boldly, in a secondary tone?"

Liszt was baffled.

Recalling that crazy day, Dreya later told him.

Tani was headed to work for the Tower Alliance, wanting a moment before leaving, so it started in the office.

It was totally unexpected that in the cabinet, Dreya, Mo Yutong, Goria, Meredith, ganged up on Celeste alone.

Unimaginable for anyone.

"Simply..." Celeste was both angry and embarrassed, blushing as she said, "Simply the ultimate insult, just a bit cramped; the clothes were intact."

"Thinking of a deputy minister at the Lostra Foreign Ministry, in the far Eastern East Sea Heavenly Kingdom Port Manor, in a cabinet undetectable by any satellite, that scene, makes my heart race. What if your colleagues found out?"

Liszt threatened.

"Colleague... are you seriously talking like a thug?"

Celeste found it amusing but truly uncomfortable.

"Agent Seventeen, this is the master's order!"

Liszt intended to develop Celeste into his exclusive agent during the grand adventure!

"I give up, alright?"

Celeste was speechless, having no choice but to fulfill Liszt's task.

Soon, Bastie was brought up.

Her silver magic robe was quite special, seemingly having a strange cooling effect, as she wasn't sweating at all. Her waterfall-like golden hair was exceptionally magnificent, with eyes like snow-capped mountains under a lace blindfold, akin to crystal-clear springs.

"What's the emergency?"

Bastie asked directly, saying she only came up for a big issue.

Liszt first glanced at her perfectly sculpted figure beneath tightly wrapped clothes, a beauty that no model could replicate; it wasn't massive but perfectly matched her tall figure and those shoulder lines and collarbones, proud and impressive.

"I received an urgent secret report, accusing you of impersonating the Holy Daughter, suspecting you're with the Thief Guild."

Liszt blatantly lied.

Celeste slapped her forehead, here he goes again, this bastard! Too wicked!

"Huh?"

Bastie froze like a statue, struggling to process the claim.

But she didn't take it seriously because it was utterly groundless.

Bastie could only comprehend the second layer.

Liszt was way beyond that.

The one accusing you probably understands your innocence better than anyone.

The grand adventure had a rough start; Liszt was going to forcibly reverse it, beginning a face-slapping, harem-building journey!

Setting a splendid start for the story of swords and magic.