The moment he woke up, Archer suddenly jumped up from the ground. He looked around in panic, his mind confusing the armed helicopter environment with his current surroundings, but he recovered from the confusion after a few seconds.
Archer’s eyes were bright, a stark contrast to his previous state. He gasped for air heavily, as if he had recalled something extremely important.
"What did you remember?"
Before leaving, Shadi had assigned the still-bright Lord Mika to take charge.
Outside the ballroom where a fire had broken out, Mika had originally planned to gather the thousand people he had brought along to check for thieves infiltrating the group, but now that the core members were scattered, with such a large number of underlings and the news spreading, it would only cause panic, an endless chain of suspicion. Now, still unfamiliar with Golden Palm Port, it couldn’t be allowed.
All Mika could do was to seek out the surviving members of Black Sail outside the ballroom to inquire about the situation.
Fortunately, among the many people brought by Black Sail, there were seasoned veterans from Heaven Port, battle-hardened. He even found some older members who had narrowly survived, including some from the Thief Guild who had not yet died, having infiltrated Black Sail.
The people outside were not killed by the fake Li, but by thieves who had infiltrated earlier.
They also captured two people alive.
At that moment, they were being interrogated inside the ballroom.
"I am a Contractor of the Reincarnation Space, completing missions in different worlds," Archer said, looking at his hands, his fingers trembling, his body convulsing, almost falling off the chair, "I checked my panel, the skills I possess are enough to annihilate the Thief Guild and kill Aran, the chief in Mulong, on Crocodile Island."
Inside the desolate ballroom filled with broken furnishings.
The two captured thieves looked confused, Celeste and Chuan Che didn’t understand, and Ben held his chin, deep in thought.
Mika gasped, it was extremely rare for Archer to be so calm and rational, having recovered from his disordered state. Could it be true?
The situation was urgent, and it was not the time for jokes.
Mika asked tentatively.
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Archer also felt it was unbelievable.
Mika guessed something but felt there was something wrong,
Archer yelled, "The skill is called, ’Mamba Spirit’!"
Archer landed an elbow strike on one of the thief’s heads, but sadly, it was just regular physical damage. The thief was knocked to the ground, complaining in pain, and there was no earth-shattering effect.
"Brother, everything is already chaotic, let’s not make it worse, okay?"
Celeste wanted to be responsible for her own project. She didn’t know where Liszt had gone, and even if he was no longer around, these people from Black Sail would still have to venture deep into Mulong tomorrow to cause destruction.
These two thieves were also very stubborn, more afraid of Diaz than of Black Sail, and nothing could be gotten out of them.
Morison returned to the ballroom from tracking, followed by Rein and Swan.
Mika anxiously awaited the progress of the situation. If that person got away, it would lead to endless troubles, but... it seemed like they had failed.
"The woman was too cunning, she managed to escape, but Saleret said he has a way, he’s already found a place to prepare, and it seems that he can track her location through her scent."
Morison paused for a while, "Rein, Swan, and I discussed an emergency plan, the Thief Guild is a close and dangerous enemy, their opposition in the hinterlands blocked all our plans, we must strike at their core now. Once Saleret is ready, Rein, Swan, you’ll go with him, Ben, you too, you’re familiar with the Thief Guild. Also, Chuan Che... you’re free anyway, go along."
Morison was worried that one Saleret wouldn’t be enough to keep an eye on Ben, adding another layer of insurance.
"Why? I only listened..."
Chuan Che did not want to carry out such a mission, he, along with Saleret as Hall-level adventurers did not get along well, nor did he push Morison.
Celeste issued the order, the entire East Sea was at stake, it couldn’t be destroyed in one fell swoop, and as the disfigured face said, this guy was free anyway.
"You really treat me like a sucker, don’t you? I’m done playing, from now on, my cooperation with Lostra..."
Before Chuan Che could finish.
"After the matter of the Advancement Movement is put to rest, didn’t you want to serve in the Lostra Royal Court? I have acquaintances; I can recommend you to join the Royal Knight Order."
"It’s just Diaz, handle him! Dare to oppose Brother Li."
Chuan Che spoke these words of justice, the Royal Knight Order, the current version’s top seducer profession, extremely fashionable, with this title, crazy like a wild child, all skin and bones.
Mika looked on worriedly, "Oh man, Rein and Swan are going too, plus two outsiders. Saleret might be reliable, but there’s also a double-faced scoundrel."
He turned his gaze to Ben.
With this voyage, the original Black Sail’s First Officer and Second Officer, Black Big, and the later joined Claude were all absent. Now, dispersing some people , is it really prudent?
"Are you not going with them?"
"No, I’ll stay here with you, Shadi, and... Old Man, to manage things here. Otherwise, if we irritate this troublesome person, who knows what minor sabotage they’d resort to."
Morison pointed to Celeste.
Ben smiled mischievously, finally able to leave these rural areas and stroll through the big cities, tired of staying in these broken places, becoming a complete country bumpkin.
"We will also write letters requesting manpower at any time. The purpose is not only to find the Netherworld Envoy but also to uproot the Thief Guild’s strongholds along the way."
Swan said so. As for them, the five would act as the vanguard, constantly mobilizing reinforcements from the East Sea, a continuous flow of troops, now it was total warfare.
Although Liszt hadn’t died yet, they had to prepare for that day; without Liszt, Black Sail still had to keep moving.
"Never been a five in a row in an internet cafe..."
Rein hadn’t finished speaking.
"Say something conducive to our departure, will you?"
Swan was getting a headache. If the terrain were simple, Rein’s speed was the fastest, bringing him along was very useful.
"No need, Mr. Rein is just jinxing, I can feel it, Diaz is already dead."
Ben spoke confidently.
"Good, Chuan Che keep an eye on Ben. When Ghost Eye Mad Blade arrives later, the four of you set off together, keep in touch. Where’s Shadi?"
Morison didn’t see the Dark Elf’s figure.
"He went to find Haywood."
A quarter of an hour later.
The squad, led by Saleret, had departed as vanguard personnel for an all-out war with the Thief Guild.
Morison returned to the Dream Hotel, the Black Sail’s main base at Golden Palm Port.
He went straight to the suite where Liszt was staying.
The room, which should have been splendid, was in complete chaos, filled with traces of battle.
Shadi, covered in blood, was slumped in the only remaining chair, smoking a cigarette, his expression icy, curtains torn into tatters fluttering, and the window also broken.
"Fuck, is it as I expected?"
Morison boarded the ship late, after Haywood. Had he been on the ship then, he wouldn’t have allowed an outsider to join the core team, at most treating them as a tool.
Shadi took out two precious stones from his bosom, he’d tried his utmost, yet he hadn’t let Haywood take these invaluable objects.
"It’s true, although Liszt was fake, the matter of Haywood defecting is absolutely true."
Shadi chuckled, damn all doom predictors.
Mika had long hoped, with Haywood leading Demon God Taijun, now it truly became "Sir this way."
Morison pondered for a while, "But it doesn’t matter, the eternal sinner is Liszt, he is definitely doomed."
The next time he meets Brother Hai.
It would be a fight to the death.
"Get up if you’re not dead yet, the Seventh Amendment folks won’t be coming now. Tonight’s chaos has the pirates on edge, we need to give those beasts and horses directives to stabilize their morale, we need to march now."
The treasure of Garscek was not endless, and this all-out war with the Thief Guild would be a massive abyssal pit; who knew how much money it would swallow.
Liszt was already at the pinnacle of the East Sea.
If following the Advancement Movement to dominate the Narrow Sea and thereby dominate the Narrow Sea, then pacifying the Thief Guild that had long plagued the Western Continent.
His prestige would reach the pinnacle.
In due time... he could contend for supremacy over the Central Plains.