Connected the sea to the port, the port to the Immortal. The Immortal pirates the merchant ships, and the spoils turn into money for pleasure.
Every day brings full or partial visits, the years of oil and waterbeds pass by. One would rather die in the brothel than bow down before carriages and horses.
Others laugh at me as mad, I laugh at others for being unable to see through. Not seeing the sad wind over Great Emperor’s tomb, the golden haired cultivated Heaven as their field.
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Liszt was like hearing something mythical: Mika, such a scumbag, actually had a fiancée?
Since he was young and had been handling cases, he knew he’d be the first among them, the ultimate in the city of foot-washing.
Pointing to the circular tags.
All these years, it’s incredible that Mika hadn’t died of an STD. It was his superb medical skills, being able to administer his own penicillin and synthesizing sildenafil.
And the Mika’s mentor he was looking at, even at the age approaching forty, was still alluring; one couldn’t even imagine how intense she could have been in her youth.
Indeed, it was his karma catching up, having enjoyed his fortunes in the first half of his life, he spent the latter half as a pirate.
"You know the details quite well..."
Liszt couldn’t help but speculate that this female doctor must have followed the case, looking into it privately, otherwise, she wouldn’t have known it so detailedly.
Mika’s crime was already sealed with the coffin, he himself as a forensic doctor had handled the body, a stain he could never wash off in this lifetime.
Even clearing up the truth was all in vain, time couldn’t be turned back, his family was no longer in this world.
Of course, Liszt had no idea what Mika thought, hearing the female doctor mentioning that Caesar was quite close to him, maybe even screwed by his former Boss, could be the fiancée, a past lover.
Considering Mika’s level of madness, there might be some mental breakdown, that’s why he’d keep visiting prostitutes night and day, he might still take revenge himself.
Without this matter, Mika would be considered a reputable figure in Chenxi Port, with a happy family, and a wealthy life, such a pity.
Normal people, given ten thousand Golden Dragon, wouldn’t come to this lawless zone to earn this blood money, no decent person would rob homes or wish to drop dead on the streets.
But without Mika, the early development of Black Sail would have been severely hindered. Initially, when Liszt arrived at Heaven Port, it was presented with a high level of medical assurance, enticing even murderers, a dimensional strike compared to other ships’ medics who were still fumbling with herbs and bloodletting. By then, Mika was already treating scurvy with hormones, guaranteeing a 100 percent cure.
Mika also had a knack for fighting; now, Black Sail dominated the East Sea, too many divine and great fighters, naturally he couldn’t rank high, but among low-level adventurers and old great masters, he could still be considered an expert.
Of course, without Mika, he himself would’ve already been dead eight years ago.
"You have quite a lot of patients here, how much money can you make in a month?"
"What is this about?"
The female doctor sort of knew why Liszt had come.
"I own a hospital in Heaven Port, but it’s a losing business, I wanted to ask for your advice."
"It doesn’t really earn, and sometimes it even loses money, it’s just that I don’t have anything else to do."
"In that case... have you considered leaving Chenxi Port, going somewhere else to develop? My place is in dire need of doctors, you could also meet Mika."
The female doctor was incredulous, only a crazy person would want to meet Mika. Although she and Mika had had a fling, it had only been for entertainment. Over the years, Mika was probably a completely different person now, and it was best not to see him.
Liszt was unaware, following him meant joining the Triad Gang, any person in their right mind would refuse.
"Forget I said anything."
Liszt was now involved with his old flame Isis, insanely showering her with gifts, not lacking money with forty Golden Dragons on him. Mika, the last surviving friend, a teacher and a former lover, still deserved some consideration.
He placed the heavy purse on the table, containing all his possessions, and prepared to leave.
The female doctor did not refuse, as she was indeed very destitute. Mika was now a big deal, with the reputation of Black Sail Trading Company known throughout the Four Seas. Taking some compensation for lost youth seemed reasonable.
"Don’t leave yet, wait."
Then, the female doctor rummaged through the storage shelf under the bookshelf, organizing a large stack of file folders, weighing over five pounds combined, all pertaining to that case, along with clues she had gathered bound together.
"Help me deliver this to Mika."
Although the female doctor had not touched this matter for a few years and had completely let go, the initial two or three years of effort were all here, maybe it could help him.
Liszt’s expression became grave as he took them with both hands. He glanced casually at the documents, which unlike sloppy prescription writing, were neat and elegant. To be honest, Mika did not really know himself. He was somewhat above average in looks and, considering he had been with countless modified beauties, he still thought about marrying Qili—a bold move, as finding any decent family would be tough.
No woman in the world cared for Mika as much as this female doctor did.
"I don’t understand how that’s relevant."
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"I often see Mika daydreaming. He misses you a lot."
Liszt made a decision that would defy his ancestors, serving as a wingman for a crazed caveman. "Miss" was an outdated word; he used "misses." When spoken by an outsider, it struck deep.
"Cut it out. He broke off contact with me immediately after he got engaged. I’m doing this to get my license back. I don’t like kids, of course... except those around fifteen or sixteen. There’s no need to marry."
One of the perks of being a Black Doctor is being able to smoke without worrying about patients. The female doctor expertly lit a cigarette nestled between her fingers, puffing out smoke.
Liszt was wise. Merely retrieving a license wouldn’t produce such a huge stack of files. Since she wasn’t married, it was easier to argue.
"In our line of work, we believe in returning to our roots, although most people are buried casually. If possible, we still send them back home. I might have misspoken—never mind the dead for now; it’s the same for the living. Wealth without a return home is like a concealed walk in brocaded clothes. No one likes staying at sea forever. Mika is not in the East Sea now; he is in the Western Continent. My business has grown significantly, and I will have dominion along the coastal regions in the future. Outside of Aran, we are all legal merchants and own legal assets."
What Liszt was saying was that Mika was now a shareholder, a big shot, and outside of Aran, all his dealings were whitewashed. Wandering was a thing of the past; he could settle down and live a wealthy life.
The female doctor was smart and could understand the implications of his words. She remained silent, untying the purse and counting the money while smoking, some of the amounts startling her.
A suite in the Central District of Chenxi Port and several years of lavish living were well covered.
It was no wonder they were the largest gang in the East Sea; money came quickly.
Still, she calmed herself down.
"Let’s wait until he’s resolved his own issues."
Thus replied the female doctor.
Liszt smiled knowingly, meaning there was a chance, but he worried that Mika’s old grudges were not settled yet, preventing him from living a stable life. Only when Mika had either resolved or let go of these matters completely.
That was the outcome everyone wished for.
"Alright, if you change your mind, you can write to this address any time."
Liszt left a string of postal addresses.
"Let’s go, head to Duguli first."
Liszt instructed Galen.
This time, he came to the global fashion capital as the Boss of the East Sea.
Unfortunately, he had no authority.