Black sail

Chapter 643 XXIII. Divine Sword
Tickets for tomorrow's Stargazing Festival finals are already sold out; money alone won't get you in. You need to be armed with a knife and have some legal knowledge to be eligible to watch the competition.

It's certainly possible to establish a relationship with Glento's adoptive parents, but she has run away from home and currently only has money, nothing else.

The organizers of the martial arts tournament also know how to treat people differently. Judging from the crazy amount of betting by Glenn, she is definitely a top-tier gambler. Smaller powerful nobles should not even get involved. She bets thousands of dollars at a time. This is a golden dragon, sister. It's amazing. The empire needs talents like you!
Many shady characters from all over the world come here to gamble. The Royal Court of Aran is a place fraught with danger. If you squander too much money at the casino, you'll be the subject of gossip. High-ranking officials from other countries who are invited here also need to be careful about their influence. These merchants and people from shady characters are the main consumers.

The ticket sales are only worth a few bucks for executives; the real money comes from the betting rake. The amount in the betting pool for the annual Stargazing Festival finals is never made public because it's fucking huge.

Glen is already a VIP client of the tournament organizers, and they're waiting to skin her alive tomorrow. There's no match-fixing in the mainland tournaments, and the emperor can't afford to mess with anyone he likes. But the official professional analysts are different; they can tell who will win. Some high-ranking officials in the royal court have "knowledgeable businessman relatives" who will get involved. These big spenders are all being watched by people from the organizers.

Wenqian, who doesn't break the rules, is lucky to have bought from a "knowledgeable merchant relative".

However, even professional analysts can't always make accurate predictions. There have been times when the predictions of the many Mainland Martial Arts Tournament have failed. But statistically speaking, the bookmakers always make a killing.

In the final round of betting today, the bank gave away three tickets to the finals to Glenn for free, which was said to be a small token of appreciation from the organizers to supporters who placed high bets.

When Garen and Lister returned after discussing things, they saw the little girl with her face flushed with excitement.

"Great! I was worried about the tickets for tomorrow, but the organizers gave us three for free, so we can come together tomorrow!"

Glenn grabbed Garen's hand. The most difficult problem had been solved. Tomorrow was the most important day to return to the East Blue!
"It was given away for free?"

Garen found it a bit strange, but didn't think much of it. Given the way this raging little girl was placing bets, it wasn't surprising.

Li Site, who was involved in the underworld, felt nothing even if he chopped off someone's father.

His idea was that it would be best to have the parents take the little girl back, and she could enjoy her life for the rest of her days. According to the Holy Spirit calendar, Glenn was not even an adult yet, so why was she meddling in her affairs? Lister didn't have the time to kill people who posed no threat, and he didn't kill children either. If she was really a stubborn brat who insisted on being cooked and wouldn't stop until she was completely obliterated, then he would have no choice but to eliminate her.

Lisite taught Garen some rhetoric to subtly influence Glenn. Of course, he couldn't say that Glenn's father was born into wealth, sourcing raw materials from the Mirror Sea, causing countless families to be ruined and people to die, with numerous desperados under his command, robbing merchant ships and committing all sorts of killings, staining the East Sea crimson. He deserved to die, yet Glenn insisted on upholding justice and even killing his own family.

This argument is clearly flawed. Being too rigid can easily lead to breakage and may even incite rebellious behavior in young people. If we objectively explain the ins and outs of the pirate profession, we can see that Dolinger was forced to kill, just as Lister was forced to kill. Dolinger's downfall was an inevitable historical event. All Dolinger wanted was for Glenn to be well. Her reckless actions put her in danger, and Dolinger could not rest in peace.

Your stepmother is still at the manor in Heaven's Harbor. Dorringer had a grand funeral, and the ceremony for the change of ownership of the East China Sea was not a sham. You can go and sweep her grave. Even after all this, the child still doesn't listen. It's hard for the adults to do this. They can only slit their throats with tears in their eyes.

Lister was clearly unhappy when he talked about Glenn's stepmother, because Dolinger's widow was only slightly older than Glenn, about sixteen or seventeen years old according to the Holy Spirit calendar. Look at what kind of person your father was.

"Why do these women scream so loudly every time there's a JF-17 race?"

Glenn was puzzled.

"Um...don't you think Xiaolong is very handsome, capable, and has a great presence?"

Garen also bought the sword technique manual written by Xiaolong.

"I don't think so. I think Iron Head and Black Head are cooler. Black Head actually withdrew from the competition... My Black Head..."

This is the cute little nickname that Glenn gave it.

"This is your aesthetic sense."

Garen gave a thumbs up. He had gone to the Cloud Palace with Dugri and Salet. He wondered what Salet would think if he knew about this nickname.

It may also be related to Glenn's personality. She herself has tattoos of dragons and tigers to intimidate the government. She is the kind of person who likes to contradict others.

The JF-17 and Fernandez had already started fighting, and it was so intense that the audience was almost speechless, their eyes glued to the match. The JF-17, unusually, did not finish the fight in half a minute.

Finally, I unlocked a new move that the JF-17 had never seen before.

The Soul-Stealing Man had no real influence before; his title was merely given to him by the Adventurers' Guild newspaper during the competition. He was renowned for his archery skills, but not ordinary archery. Everyone who made it to this round possessed extraordinary abilities.

As forest elves, they naturally possess extremely high elemental affinity, enabling them to cast spells of their racial bloodline. Unlike arcane spells, which consume "concentration," they can cast magic naturally through blessing.

The equipment he chose was a bow, which didn't need arrows. A light green whirlwind burst out and gathered on the bowstring. Fernand's hand was so fast that it didn't look like he was shooting arrows at all, but like he was firing a machine gun.

Garen, who had just returned to watch the game, was dumbfounded. "Holy crap, Quincy! Ishida Uryu isn't as awesome as you. I won't watch the next Soul Society match without you."

While Dugri and Ren were hanging out together, Garen also learned a little about the Bankai of the Death Slayer.

The wind-based energy arrows, condensed into tangible form, poured forth like a torrential downpour.

Arrows whistled, figures leaped, and the resulting wind pressure caused the sand and gravel on the training ground to swirl wildly.

It wasn't that the sword strike was fast enough; the sword light was being withdrawn from Xiaolong's hand. It was just that the instantaneous killing arc of light suddenly bloomed into dozens or even hundreds of beams in the most three-dimensional way.

Too powerful, too explosive.

Arrows rained down and broke apart; jagged rocks pierced the sky.

A vacuum tunnel was forcibly carved through the storm, and the owl rushed in like a meteor. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the soul-crushing man.

With a swift turn, the Soul-Piercing Man dodged and weaved, constantly pressing down on the Dragon King and blocking his movements. His bowstring was incredibly fast. The equipment that the court alchemists had specially forged for the monsters for the competition was severely worn, and the main frame was under immense load, smoking. The taut bowstring repeatedly shrieked through the air, sounding like the howls of a demon.

The dragon turned around with lightning speed, its movements so fast they were almost invisible. It was as if the previous strike had just been completed, and it simply stood there motionless. Just as it turned, a silver, crescent-shaped, endless sword beam swept across, utterly devastating.

The Soul-Nailing Man was not only skilled in archery, but he didn't have time to use his other talents. The Blazing Sword Light arrived in an instant, giving him no time to react, but it dissipated just a few centimeters in front of him.

immediately.

A strong wind swept across the training ground, disrupting the already violent wind-elemental energy arrows and amplifying the wind force, sweeping the entire sandy ground into a huge V-shaped mark hundreds of meters long.

Fernand's hair was disheveled by the strong wind, his face was blank, and the bow in his hand had fallen to the ground. He had not yet recovered from the premonition of his imminent death.

"you're good."

Xiaolong casually sheathed his sword, and the storm in the arena completely subsided.

"It was me... who lost."

Fernand said so.

The audience was in an uproar, and the JF-17 unsurprisingly secured its ticket to tomorrow's Stargazing Festival finals.

"With the executioner suddenly withdrawing from the competition, who else did you bet on?"

Garen couldn't control Glenn either. It would be best if this girl lost everything. Besides Salert and Kaden, Glenn also had some other people of her own.

In the round of 32 to 16, both Kaden and Sallet made it in.

It's hard to say who Kaden will face later. Although he's quite famous, there's a sense of evenly matched strength between them, and Kaden is no ordinary person.

Salert is a real jinx, facing off against the same kind of guy as the Falcon Dragon, the Ysman Greenberg, also known as the "Demon of Ys".

(End of this chapter)