CLXVIII. Call

When evening arrived.

The Black Sail party had already left Duguli and was nearing the edge of Cast Province, where they settled for the night at an inn along the way.

This place was nothing like the Great Wetland.

The standards of the inn were extremely high, and the decor was much nicer, not to mention the food—restaurants without real skill wouldn't dare to open—their fare was practically a delicacy compared to the swamp's chaotic hotpot and fried insects.

Inside the resting quarters,

Liszt was making posthumous arrangements.

"If I die, the position of Captain should go to Fen, and my money... well,"

Liszt hesitated for a moment, considering whether to include Sharon, "just give it all to Dreya."

He spoke with utmost seriousness, as she was, after all, his first wife.

In Yunxi City, one must be fully alert; it was not the time for slip-ups, the quicker the resolution, the better.

"Isn't that bad luck to talk about?"