Black sail

Chapter 668 XLVIII. Buying a Horse's Bones with a Thousand Pieces of Gold

Xiaolong held his breath and concentrated. He had greatly underestimated the strength of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament. Ending the legend of the Sword King was not an easy task. Couldn't he at least use his true skills before challenging him?

The Thorn Greatsword, formed from hundreds of weapons coiled into outward-curving iron plates, was held together by magnetism and crackled with electricity. The monstrous phantoms on Clement's body, wielding this exaggerated weapon, were bursting with muscles, like something from ancient times—truly a monster among monsters.

The JF-17 closed its eyes.

Found it, the crack in everything.

the other side.

A temporary campsite set up in the river oasis outside the rafting town.

What Black Sail and his gang called "fireside chats" was, in reality, gambling.

Archer used the spare cooking utensils to make some simple snacks to go with his drinks. Actually, he was too lazy to cook. "Who do I think I am?" he thought. "I'll just make something simple to go with my drinks. If you want to eat at a fancy restaurant, go there."

"Who's winning?"

After the dishes were served, Archer sat down as well. He couldn't tell which one was more potent; he had drunk so much in the fourth round of Bloody Drink yesterday that his tongue was practically swollen, and he had only just woken up.

"It's hard to say, the JF-17 has been rendered mentally deficient."

Ryan was overjoyed. With forty golden dragons in the pool, the winner takes all, and Morrison was likely in deep trouble.

Listening to the radio broadcast.

Archer suddenly realized what was happening.

"No, this is the Continental Martial Arts Tournament! It's already September 2688? Time flies!"

Archer was shocked. He hadn't expected that he had been on the ship for more than half a year, but it felt like only two or three weeks had passed. Lister was really impressive. He had managed to build such a lousy pirate crew into such a large one so quickly. He had some real strength. It was worth the time he spent pledging his allegiance.

"Brother, this is the sixteenth time, in 2690."

Lisite believes that Archer doesn't deserve to enjoy the terrifying dividends from Donghai International. He can't possibly spend all that money; he'll just use it to buy alcohol or get rich quick.

We need to find a way to lock up the old man and send him to a mental hospital for research; that might be a good idea.

After taking a sip of wine and a bite of Archer's fried meat, I realized that the court chefs were indeed quite skilled.

Archer wasn't unintelligent; he was just in a state of confusion for a long time, which made him seem even less intelligent than Weber at times.

Selling him to a mental hospital might be unreliable; he has a restaurant he runs in Heaven's Harbor, which he only opens a few times a year.

He did have a good idea: use his money to invest in real estate like hotels and restaurants in Lostora. He would definitely agree happily. Anyway, we have to make a killing with this wise gold coin.

"really?"

Archer called Magnus over, knowing he had a disciple, and confirmed the authenticity with him.

Magnus, with a stern face, is that what you mean by "you're serious"? But he still nodded.

"Holy crap, does that mean we're getting closer to the end of the world?!"

Archer took a big gulp of wine to calm his nerves, but since there were still many years to go, he figured he might as well just let things pass by.

But because he's an idiot, nobody cares what he's saying.

Lisiter looked at Magnus and said, "I think you're really something. Haven't you ever thought about participating in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament?"

Lisite really thought this guy with the missing hand was amazing. He was called a hero-level adventurer, but he was actually incredibly powerful, a true Shichibukai.

I don't pursue those things.

Magnus is now hanging out with the Black Sails because they have nowhere else to go. They've heard they're heading west of the Narrow Sea, which is good. His mount, Nightfall, has completed its mission and it's time to let it return home.

"So what are you looking for? How about finding a wife, or getting into some investments or business? How about I let you be a radio MC?"

Lisiter believes that relying solely on the current ties is not enough to keep Magnus in line; the teacher is just playing around, and they need to find a way to keep him in check.

"I do not know."

Magnus wandered aimlessly, taking things one step at a time, and had no idea what a radio MC was.

If I had to name one, would you say one?

"Um... I really can't think of anything."

"You really know how to manage a household. You don't smoke or drink, and you don't frequent brothels. You only make money cleanly. People live for something to look forward to. Many wealthy people choose to commit suicide after going bankrupt. Do you know why?"

"Then we can never go back to the old days."

"That's secondary. The truth is quite the opposite. It's because after eating and playing, we found it was all meaningless. We couldn't muster the energy to try again, and there was no hope. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Hmm... I don't quite understand." "You've been institutionalized. The so-called redemption of the Witch Hunter Secret Service is like many people who have been in prison for decades and then want to go back to prison. You live in the shadow of old Aran and have been severely manipulated. Your journey has only just begun. The reason you don't know what you want is because you don't have your own worldview at all."

"I've traveled all over the country and been to quite a few places."

Magnus was telling the truth.

"It's different. You only went to the most superficial level of the world. Your attention was always on revenge, and you had no intention of going to the real world. Renn, who would you like to fight with in your last shot before you die?"

Li Si asked.

"Of course it's a fluffy bunny-eared girl! The dragon's mom opened fire! He instantly stood up!"

As Ryan listened to the broadcast, he thought, "Is this the kind of noise a human being would make?"

"Shadi, who would you like to shoot with in your last moments before you die?"

Lisite continued to ask, "Furui is definitely a Furui fanatic, no doubt about it."

"Moying".

Xia Di listened to the broadcast and unconsciously gave an answer.

The discussion about Lister and Magnus was temporarily suspended, and I was instantly struck by the shock.

Who is Mo Ying?

Lisite hadn't expected that it actually had a name.

“Didn’t you cede a piece of land to Mirror Sea in Dead Man’s Bay? It’s fine now, but once these four ounces are on the scale, they won’t even weigh a thousand pounds. It’s no problem to charge you with crimes against humanity.”

"No...we'll talk about this later, don't change the subject. I just want to know who the hell Mo Ying's mother is?"

"It's the one stationed at Dead Man's Bay, the apprentice of the Great Magician of Mirror Sea, you know the mermaid? He came to help Oakes and is now at the Trade Winds Anchorage in Lostora."

"Ah this..."

Lister was speechless. He turned to Magnus and said, "Now you understand. Who do you want to shoot at with your last shot before you die?"

Magnus was stunned. What a profound question! He really couldn't figure it out!
"You haven't even seen the world, so you have no worldview and no hope. To be honest, I want to keep you here. People need hope, but in the real world, hope requires money. Before playing the role of a bankrupt tycoon jumping off a building, you should at least be a tycoon once. From now on, stay at Black Sail. Money will be plentiful. What do you think? It's a gentleman's agreement."

Li Si said this, explaining that if he talked about gentleman's agreements with the others on the ship, they would only be seen as idiots, but this guy's gentleman's agreements were genuinely reliable.

"I forgot to mention earlier, you will play a pitiful ghost hovering between life and death, dying violently in the street, your body exposed in the rain, and discovering the truth about Black Sail."

Ryan sensed something was wrong; JF-17 was about to win, and Morrison had a good chance of winning money in the end.

Magnus hesitated for a long time, and it seemed... that was indeed the case.

Li Site's eyes narrowed. He transformed into Zizai, he transformed into shrimp and pig's heart, and it worked. This guy was under the revenge buff before, and he was actually immune to his mind control. Now that he's not in full power, can you still stop him?

"Row."

Magnus made the decision.

"That's settled."

Lisiter spoke in a flat tone.

"Of course, it would be good to have the opportunity not to let this skill go to waste."

Magnus knew that Lister simply wanted thugs, but what he said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

The Thorn Greatsword was about to crush the Wyvern into mincemeat, but...

What was going on? The sword was so fast it was like a flash of silver light, its spiraling trajectory instantly slicing through the thorn greatsword, shattering it into pieces in a flash. Before the fragments even hit the ground...

Xiaolong crouched on the ground, his sword already sheathed.

Clement fell like a kite with a broken string!
It's the JF-17 Thunder that secured a spot in the quarterfinals!

Morrison clapped lightly. It seemed that the forty golden dragons were his. At this momentum, it should be no problem for him to take the lead all the way to the top.

Next up is still the first group match, Gungrave Louis vs. Road Rider White Star.

To give the players time to rest, the first place in each group will not be decided immediately. The next group will be the second, third, and fourth groups in that order.

Finally, the group winners will be determined one by one to advance to the semifinals.

Just then, an urgent radio communication was received from Swan.

[Something terrible has happened! Ben, that Shadow Messenger from the Thieves' Guild, is right next to Phoenix, the second prince of Aran.]

(End of this chapter)