"What would you like to order? Hey, are you listening?"
The waitress had to tap the table to get this guy to hurry up and order, eat, and get out so as not to hold up the business.
Besides, dressed like a vagrant, wrapped up so tightly—as if you’re afraid no one knows you’re a wandering ronin, right?
With the crisp sound of the table tap, Kaden finally snapped out of his daze.
Damn it, he’d been eavesdropping on those people’s conversations but made no progress; they were purely a bunch of lunatics.
As a Netherworld Envoy, Kaden was never short on money. He could afford any dish; he could even rent out the entire restaurant.
"You aren’t short on money to order, are you?"
The waitress pondered kicking him out.
"Are you asking if you have money?"
Little Rein, also known as Rein Archer, whose status had risen, became more arrogant and yelled directly at Kaden.
Kaden was stunned for a moment and after quickly reassessing all his actions, he concluded there was no way his identity could have been exposed. His identity was top secret within the Thief Guild, known only to Diaz and a very few at headquarters, let alone to these strangers.
Having great mental toughness, he remained calm and composed even then.
It could only be said that those from the Highlands were purely lunatics compared to Werewolves.
Kaden, naturally possessing a thief’s basic skills, could mimic anyone’s voice. At that moment, using the rough tone of a middle-aged man, his technique far surpassed others; any voice, any emotion was already imprinted in his vocal cords. He was everyone, and everyone was him.
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Rein patted Kaden’s shoulder, then asked the waitress where the restroom was as he wanted to take a leak.
Kaden’s brain trembled; this group was too weird.
"I’ll take a leak too."
Archer stood up, glanced at the rather attractive waitress, "Can I do it right here?"
"That’s definitely harassment!"
Rein quickly distanced himself from Archer; this caveman was too distasteful, his coolness had decreased ten thousand fold.
Morison took a deep breath, thinking carefully. They were all major shareholders of Black Sail, big shots in their own right. Who among them didn’t have clout? A single word could send fleets to bombard your whole family. They weren’t the top of the underworld for nothing but were certainly first-tier characters.
Such status demanded attention to the impact.
"Actually, you could be a bit more polite. Flirting shouldn’t be done this way. Others will just think you’re a psycho. You could have cordially extended an invitation like, ’Miss, would it be agreeable if I were to express my love at this table?’ Wouldn’t that be much more gentlemanly?"
Morison dropped this bombshell comment.
Shadi, as the only relatively normal person, covered his face, not letting others see him, as he planned to return to Summer Sunset Island with his dignitary status.
He felt utterly embarrassed.
The waitress fled in terror. Though this group was exceedingly strange, they had faces strangely familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before, and they exuded the kind of aura that belonged to relentless desperados.
"I used to think adventurers had the most explosive job in the world, but I guess I was wrong. They really are the bottom of the professional pecking order."
Pirates were indeed more disliked than beggars. Begging beggars still had the Holy Spirit’s blessing, whereas pirates had truly no redeeming qualities.
Goria and Meredith were enjoying their couple’s world and wouldn’t mingle with these pirates.
All were ultimate lifelong bachelors over thirty years old, extremely frightening.
Rein Archer returned from relieving themselves. A table full of flavorful dishes, grilled items, and a seafood medley rice was already served.
Morison started the gourmet critique segment, rating taste, satiety, and SAN value, respectively indicating how much each was restored.
He was quite satisfied with the dishes on the table and cleared his throat, ready to try speaking with his influential status.
"The food at your restaurant is quite good. If I wanted to permanently reserve a seat here, whom should I speak to?"
Morison leaned back tactically, trying to act like a major shareholder of the Black Sail Trading Company.
The previous waitress had been frightened away, and a middle-aged woman, holding a cigarette and scarred as if she had also been through some rough times, took her place. She was rendered speechless by the sight of this gang of bumpkins in their shabby outfits. It was clear they were broke, and God knows how long it had been since the crocodile leather jacket one of them was wearing had been washed, not to mention the cracked and oddly glossy stains that even reflected light.
"I don’t know, probably a psychiatrist, since New Pharmacology is pretty advanced."
After dropping that comment, the middle-aged woman walked off.
A streak of frustration crossed Morison’s forehead—it was a failed attempt at impressing anyone.
Her words, though, invigorated Mika. It had been five or six months since he last returned to the mainland, and the climate was quite different. Even the waiters at the restaurant knew about New Pharmacology now—it seemed more widespread than before. Was it now an independent subject at universities?
In the past, these medical practices were included under the branch of Magic Potion Alchemy.
The group gorged themselves, completely disregarding dining etiquette and just doing whatever felt good. Their faces were greasy from eating War Axe grilled meat.
Although they hadn’t been doing physical labor recently, their long careers as desperadoes had fashioned them with a constitution dependent on heavy oil and salt, and their strong bodies needed nutrients far beyond those of an average person to function.
Kaden had no appetite; he couldn’t understand what these people were saying, but that wasn’t the point. He needed to hear their opinions about Liszt.
He was planning to kill Liszt next, then impersonate the supreme authority of Black Sail.
Netherworld Envoy Kaden began his maneuvers.
He mimicked multiple voices, speaking as if he were conversing with himself, but with a special technique that made the voices seem to come from everywhere.
Even though Ben was quite skilled, Kaden was at a completely different level, killing unperceived, subtly infiltrating, hiding in plain sight, and killing not just people but even their thoughts.
"Kersuna Island isn’t far from Heaven Port, right?"
"It’s about a week’s journey by sea, pretty close. Why do you ask? Thinking of joining Liszt?"
"Do you think Liszt is the strongest pirate now?"
"Hah, Liszt isn’t anything special. The Boss from Narrow Sea hasn’t even spoken yet."
Kaden, all by himself, was like an entire chat group, furiously discussing matters related to Liszt and pirates, steering all the surrounding diners’ conversations in that direction.
The focus was successfully directed onto Liszt, and those men, being core members of Black Sail, were sure to shift the topic here.
It proceeded smoothly.
"Captain Abstract has truly made a name for himself now and has become a legend. Next life at the bar, there’ll be a drink named after him."
Shadi could never have imagined that the scar-faced man who had bought a matchlock gun from her six years ago on the Southern Continent would have such a day.
"Pirate punk 2690, then how should Liszt’s drink be mixed?"
Rein thought seriously about this question.
"That kind of insane person, you’d really need to crush some Moraceae plants into it to capture that mental state."
Mika said casually, he had saved Liszt once, and this butterfly effect could also be considered Mika influencing the East Sea geopolitical scene, thereby swaying the fate of the world—well, perhaps claiming to influence the world’s fate was an exaggeration.
"Goria and Meredith, I think Liszt has already got them."
"No way, those two are genuine Neodymium copper, not even his style."
Shadi’s judgment was never wrong. Any normal woman, no matter how reserved, would react to him; those two women were really something else.
"It was the He Transmutes Freedom Method, he used that damn He Transmutes Freedom Method, fuck Yuri."
Kaden narrowed his eyes, at least he got a bit of information—Liszt’s private life was messy.
She could change her appearance in an instant, and a sweep of her hand would give her a different face, but it was difficult to replicate bodily features because she was flat-chested. A man could possibly impersonate her, but that thing couldn’t be faked.
She made a note to bid farewell to those harem members when the time came.
But what Mika didn’t know was:
The Will of Fire, never dying out.
Kaden continued to eavesdrop on the conversation, deciding on the right moment to strike. He would sneak aboard their ship, kill Liszt on the eve of reaching their final destination, and then take his place.