Bab 73: LXXIII. Above the Clouds

In late December, the merciless sun scorched the earth, yet the sea breezel was bone-chilling cold.

This was no good news but a bolt from the blue.

The Earl, by not disclosing the identity of the mysterious person, was not worried that his group might detain her; he dared not take on the task.

Let alone one thousand two hundred Golden Dragons, he would have refused twelve thousand on the spot, considering the situation now.

Black Sail had been thrust into the Abyss, and all connected to this case were likely doomed to bad ends.

But on the contrary,

If used wisely, it could serve as a bargaining chip... to join the most terrifying and doomed power struggles of the Western Continent.

Standing as if in the dead of winter, Fen braced himself on the ship's railing, his throat working as he listened to Swan's description, realizing not even the big shots of Heaven Port, to say nothing of the Beima Duchy Royal Family, could stomach this news.