Today was the strangest day of Celeste's life, with a great battle raging not just outside, but inside as well.
Inside the closet.
It had essentially become... Neodymium Copper Heaven.
Outside the castle.
After lunch.
Liszt was busy somewhere, so the task of seeing off their allies fell on Fen's shoulders. All available members of Black Sail rushed to the pier to see them off, watching as the ship set sail, knowing they would return in four months.
Qi Li furrowed his brow, having gained the managerial rights to a fishing island and now a member of the A-shares, he was also contemplating how, as an outsider, he could increase his influence.
"Since everything has concluded, I will also start for the fishing island tomorrow."
Wolman's left hand carried a permanent scar from the naval gun's aftermath, but he didn't mind, never caring much for appearances.
"When we're there, I'll be relying on you a lot."
