Black sail

Chapter 674 LIV. Public Opinion Guidance
Kaden sat arrogantly in his seat, effortlessly securing a spot in the quarterfinals. Fortunately, he had also touched on the core technology and successfully persuaded Ivanovic with his words.

What's the use of someone being a great fighter? In the royal court, the emphasis is on a community of shared interests. Colleagues at the same level are all in competition for promotion. You need someone to bind you in this department and someone to bind you in that department. Only by being mutually reliable can you slowly erode the power at the top.

Moreover, Alicia is a very strategic player.

Whether Diaz can leave his job or not is not up to him. No matter how cunning the Aran royal court is, it still needs to maintain its image. He'll just have to get in first.

If we can get rid of just one more idiot, we'll successfully advance to the final round.

The top four are already a lot! This is the final battle, let's see which idiot wins.

the other side.

The oasis camp outside the rafting city.

"This is fucking a fixed match, right? He's a hero, Zhang EMO even did this for me."

Li Site couldn't understand what the host was saying at all. They were talking about a battle of wits, just wishful thinking and fantasizing about killing each other, right?

"Reaching the top eight is already amazing. Could that woman really be leading an army to attack Heaven's Port?"

Renn put his hands behind his head, now truly embarking on his ascetic journey to the East Sea Island.

"We can win! The Immortal Emperor has probably already entered the city. As long as Master Mai launches an attack, everything will be fine!"

Lisite hurriedly and urgently called out to the capital of Mulong, fearing that the emperor would fly into the sky and start a great commotion.

"This is Lister, get Celine on the other end immediately!"

Lisite lit a cigarette, needing to make some more adjustments, especially since the Aran royal court was very dissatisfied with him after he closed the deal with Mulong, and they were probably going to take it seriously.

Should I avoid him?
A strategic retreat is necessary; we must first stabilize the situation.

What happened? You should be safe on your way to Port Cam Pau.

However, it was General Finn's voice that came through the radio.

These past few days, Fin has been busy with accounting, finalizing the revenue sharing for the railway tolls, and drafting more detailed agreements for the initial construction of the oil refinery and the lease agreement for the port of Palm.

Mulong has few outlets to the sea, with Jinlu Port being the largest. Although it has been leased out, tariffs, which affect local purchasing power, are not something that Black Sail can control entirely on its own. It also needs to channel resources inland.

It's not a true cession of territory, otherwise Black Sails would have to consider its predicament of constantly waging counterinsurgency in Muron. Counterinsurgency is something that even large countries can't handle unless the entire population is wiped out, let alone Black Sails.

There is a subtle relationship between Li Si and Su Yizana, which is a double-edged sword. From Finn's perspective, it is not actually Li Si that has manipulated Su Yizana. Su Yizana is the Spartan Queen who sacrificed herself for the country, which led to the negotiations these past two days. Because the people of Muron do not understand oil and gas resources, apart from this point, Black Sail has basically been making concessions on other business matters.

Instead, his mother was more like someone working for Murong and getting paid by Black Sail, except the salary was quite considerable.

But it doesn't matter, these people lack foresight, Su Mei's "1.6 billion gold dragon" is bound to explode.

"I'm listening to the live broadcast of the martial arts tournament from the mainland, didn't you? Aren't you worried at all?"

Li Site was convinced; his frigidity led to facial paralysis and subsequent mental abnormalities.

They're not far apart, so there's not much delay.

[For things that cannot be changed, there's no use in being anxious. It's better to think about what to do if the emperor doesn't cooperate and you still have to throw a tantrum.]

Fen's tone was quite flat.

"What else can we do? The Aran navy will definitely get lost when they come to Heaven's Port. I get lost even when I go to Kelsuna Island, how can they not get lost?"

Lisite laughed as if he had lost his mind.

【…】

The Finns were dumbfounded; I moved my machine gun position five centimeters to the left.

Since a consensus was reached long ago, there's no going back now. To maintain our current level of power, we have no choice but to gamble on Lostella. A few days ago, during the Suizana Grand Ceremony, an envoy from Bema came. The situation within Bema is also dire; Rodrigo XI has already clashed with the puppet king. Heavenly Port is too far away, but it also has a geographical disadvantage. With the Great Wall breached and Bema falling, seaborne supplies will depart from ports like Linden, greatly shortening the voyage. It will be very difficult to reach the Far East with these supplies; the battle lines are too long, as history has proven. However, reaching Heavenly Port will be easy. Considering our full-scale hostility with Aran, we have no choice but to surrender all our forces, bleeding the Emperor dry in Bema to gain more of Lostella's support.

This was the worst-case scenario Finn had anticipated. "Damn." Lister didn't know what to say. Glasses was really ruthless. He hadn't expected that he would still be on the same side as Chai Da Guanren in an unexpected way. "I'm not asking about that. I just want to know if the newspapers in Lostella are ready yet, and if we have a group photo with Zote. Otherwise, it would be hilarious if we opened the coffin and didn't know who killed him."

[I discussed this matter with Celine yesterday. The official media of Lostella had their newspapers printed before noon today. They'll be distributed in large quantities right after the arts festival, and Alan's intelligence department will be informed before the champion is decided. Taking down Zote is an inevitable achievement.]

"General Finn is the most reliable when it comes to getting things done. I'm going to Pedan to dig up your dark history!"

Lister threatened.

[If you're bold enough, hopefully the Magic Energy Industry Committee won't come after you. Oh, and I should also remind you that the third-quarter financial report won't show a loss like the previous two quarters, and the dividends are quite substantial.]

But those idiots from Rennes and Shady are dreaming of becoming super-rich tycoons in the Narrow Sea, buying up buildings by the ton. Clearly, they're not cut out for that. They need to lower their expectations; this is still the investment phase. That's all.

"Tsk..."

Lisiter found it hard to imagine how Finn sometimes managed to hold back, that damn broken, poor director.

Redirecting back to the Mainland Martial Arts Channel.

The match between the Deathspeaker and Gedley has begun.

"Our only hope lies with the Death Whisperers and the Stateless! We must win and annihilate Kaden!"

Xia Di cheered them on, saying it didn't matter who won, but it had to be a tough guy.

"The fucking stateless person, the most ingenious nickname in history, kind of like the Anonymous."

Renn was impressed, because this guy's origins were said to be a stateless wanderer, but the Adventurers' Guild just gave him a nickname, which had a kind of irrational beauty.

At this moment.

The capital of Alan, the site of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

The Deathspeaker has already chosen its weapons: a longbow with winged blades and a short sword.

And Gerdley was very strange.

He simply took a long spear, and not holding it upright, but rather upside down.

Gerdrey needs to save all his energy for winning the championship; he can't keep up the performances and needs to deliver a decisive blow.

"Game start!"

The female host had just finished speaking.

lb!
A terrifying explosion rang out. Gedley gripped his spear in reverse, intending to throw it directly, in a mere instant.

There was not even a spark yet.

When I came to my senses.

The protective barrier around the arena's stands was trembling.

Blood gushed wildly from the Deathspeaker's neck, his head pierced by a spear and pinned to the wall at the edge of the training ground along with his spine.

This scene was followed by a deafening, terrifying sound.

The powerful tearing airflow split the sand and gravel of the training ground in two, cutting it in half.

The first death of the night has occurred.

Instant kill.

There was an uproar.

(End of this chapter)