CCXII. New Continent

Black Sail Inn.

People often visited, bringing New Year's gifts, because Liszt's "charity-like" protection fees were widely praised.

Not everyone who came to Heaven Port was involved in violent conflicts.

Some were simply scapegoats, falsely accused and pursued by government troops inland, and had no choice but to come to this lawless area to make a living.

In the past few months, Heaven Port had not seemed like itself, apart from a higher frequency of bloody incidents, it functioned like a normal city.

All thanks to Liszt's "benevolent governance."

Taylor's spies had caught wind of this and he had already sent men to invite Liszt for a talk.

"The Captain is not here at the moment, but I will relay the message."

Fen cleaned his monocle with alcohol, his face expressionless, deep in thought.

Although Taylor hadn't spent a penny,

he had helped Black Sail hijack a train.