"Don't be like that, my girlfriend really likes you."

It wasn't Liszt's actions that made her uncomfortable, but rather that it was inappropriate to say such things, and moreover, Mo Yutong had more of a crush on Dreya than Liszt did.

Mo Yutong didn't know how to describe it—Dreya was like the ultimate beauty in the world of mistresses, almost too perfect.

"Damn girlfriend..."

Liszt was speechless—after all, that mad woman had returned, and he indeed needed to be careful about the influence. Moreover, Dreya hadn't come to spend the night with him last night, which was very strange.

That mad woman might be brewing some extremely terrifying conspiracy.

"Shall we… go to the office?"

As the Boss of Heaven Port, Liszt naturally had his own private office, but as a hands-off leader, his subordinates handled all the work, the place usually serving as their battlegrounds, where battles raged so fiercely they could fill the Boundary Sea with water.

The current operation of the Black Sail was like Liszt playing a card-drawing idle game—no need to operate, as the characters in the BOX could fight monsters and gain experience on their own, fully automatic.

The only flaw was that all these characters were bloody living people. If all of them were just tools at his disposal, that would be perfect.

During this period, Liszt noticed that Fen had become more silent than before; he had to be cautious of this man. Now that the major project was half accomplished, he was the most likely to pull some tricky moves.

Liszt's office was usually a place for him to relieve Mo Yutong's stress, serving as a sanctuary to restore Mo Yutong's emotional balance.

Ten minutes later.

Located on the third floor of the main city building, Liszt's office was quite spacious, even equipped with a bedroom for napping.

Doringger's old man's decoration style was, of course, impeccable.

Throughout the entire castle—apart from the functional storerooms—all the decorations were top-notch; capitalism was profoundly eroding people's hearts.

Celeste, clad in her ever-unchanging bodysuit, was already waiting there, having matters to discuss with Liszt.

The shareholders' meeting had ended, Liszt's cooperation with his allies had been discussed thoroughly, and communication with the Holy Spirit Church had been established. The Church was soon to be stationed, and the cathedral was already in the construction planning, waiting for the Cardinal to honor them with his presence.

Now, Liszt's potential value was greater than Fafna's, hence she deliberately waited until the end to talk, because Lostra could offer what no other force could.

She finally got to meet Fafna as she wished.

Fafna, who had been taken outside for refuge, had also returned. Everyone thought the girl needed to properly temper her character, so they assigned her a position as a representative of the Black Sail Trading Company to rapidly increase her experience and knowledge, instead of acting like a child every day.

"What are you doing here?"

Fafna, dressed in a suit and leather shoes—though with a child-like mentality, had developed to the standards of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old. Dressed in a silver-black striped suit, she indeed looked like a litigious elite, quite mature, except she carried a Special Large Sword, had Flying Knives inside her suit lining, and various weapons hanging on her belt.

"Little Dragon Lady… I'm here waiting for Uncle Huzi."

Celeste realized over time that Fafna was about to integrate fully with Heaven Port, even if she wanted to take her away, she subjectively couldn't.

"What Uncle Huzi, don't talk to me in the tone you use for kids, just a lousy pirate, judged to be, playing Genshin."

Fafna feigned coolness, quite annoyed at heart, those guys completely treated her like a burden, which was really infuriating.

Celeste was dumbfounded; this was different from the rumors, wasn't she supposed to be a cute little thing? Probably going through a rebellious phase.

There seemed to be some sort of codes and cryptic languages within Black Sail, often speaking some meaninglessly bizarre stuff.

Fafna was here to reject the work arrangements; she didn't want to work.

Around Heaven Port, there were many small islands, reachable by rowing a small boat alone, not even a few nautical miles away. Morison didn't move into the castle; he was a peculiar person.

To fend off a non-existent zombie crisis, Morison settled directly on that reef island, built himself a wooden hut, and started living off the wild, setting up horse stakes and barbed wire, claiming he was creating a closed-loop ecosystem, even hiring some female adventurers to accompany his nonsensical activities, doing nothing all day, but playing cards and drinking on the island when bored, and then going back to wild survival fishing when he lost money.

His actions were downright baffling.

Hard to imagine he was an A-shareholder of the Black Sail Trading Company.

Yet, Fafna thought it was very fun, also wanting to survive on the deserted island, practice fishing, and fend off the zombie crisis.

Children always had no resistance to adults with bizarre behaviors.

Now it was...

Hunting time.

The reason Dreya hadn't come to spend the night with Liszt yesterday wasn't because she could hold back, but rather to suppress all enemies. The situation in Garscek was stable now, but all hidden dangers still neededto be thoroughly investigated.

And Mika and Rein, those two old traitors, knew everything, directly pointing out that Liszt was messing around with a beautiful woman, not knowing how many times they had played.

Dreya was furious.

Of course, Mika and Rein were driven by personal emotions, anyway, just fabricating stuff; whether Liszt did it or not, they just said he did.

Dreya was also searching for Celeste's whereabouts, according to eyewitnesses, rushing towards this office.

As she entered, she saw Celeste and Fafna.

"Dreya sister, you're back?"

Fafna was a bit overly delighted but quickly managed to contain herself.

Celeste gazed at this red-haired woman with an incredibly strong aura and faintly felt that she did not come with good intentions.

Of course, the situation that followed was too brutal for Fafna to witness.

"Um, there's a lavish lunch in the restaurant below, and lots of cakes too."

Dreya mentioned casually.

At that, Fafna forgot all about refusing the job, her eyes brimming with stars.

"Oh... right, I just remembered some urgent matters, I'll leave first and see you later, Sister Dreya."

Fafna swallowed hard and sped out of the office.

Celeste was speechless; she definitely got it now, such a child indeed.

"You are..."

Celeste was quite friendly in her attitude.

But Dreya was not buying it, her expression cold. She walked to the desk, first set down her handbag, then began removing rings from her fingers.

Celeste's eyes narrowed slightly. What was this woman up to without saying a word?

"Liszt... he's my husband, did you know?"

Dreya said calmly.

"Uh..."

Celeste was at a loss for words; the Werewolf and the doctor had been telling her every day about Liszt having a wife, but with no clear purpose. Over this period, the character shown by Liszt, a pirate, was indeed admirable to her, but it was limited to just admiration, primarily a partnership.

"That's the thing, I often hear a Werewolf and a doctor mention it, turns out it's you. I think you might have misunderstood something. Those two... aren't quite right in the head, you must know, just spouting nonsense. Who Liszt's wife is or how many wives he has, it has nothing to do with me."

Celeste spoke offhand, slightly displeased with this supremely arrogant woman but her strong agent training kept her composed; being treated as a home-wrecker was just great.

She hadn't even brought it up.

Dreya grew even angrier upon hearing this.

"So you're saying I'm blind, is that it?"

Dreya's tone carried a hint of annoyance.

Celeste was baffled by this couple, telling the truth, both were somewhat disturbed in many aspects of their behavior. She neither was nor wasn't a home-wrecker, what did they expect her to do?

"I didn't mean that."

Celeste waited for Liszt to return to give her a talking-to; after all, she was an honored guest.

Dreya's "comment" drew no response. Celeste was straightforward, but precisely because of this, a delicate flower was meant to be crushed.

"I like this chair. Could you please let me sit here?"

Dreya asked with a smile, her demeanor taking a one-eighty turn to test a certain rumor.

"Please, go ahead."

Celeste, not understanding the situation, gave up her seat.

Seeing the figure Celeste presented in her tight clothes from behind, Dreya was taken aback. The reputed fame was well-deserved; the waist-to-hip ratio was excessively perfect.

"What are you doing?"

Celeste felt a touch on her back, and shuddering, she stepped back a few paces.

Dreya revealed her vampire fangs.

At that moment, someone arrived outside.

"Not good, we need to hide quickly."

Dreya grabbed Celeste's hand and hid in the office's designated nap bedroom.

Celeste was dumbfounded, her mind blank, not understanding why they were hiding, and followed Dreya into the bedroom and even into the wardrobe.

Voices came from outside.

The arrivals were Goria and Meredith.

"Is this really okay?"

Goria was not so bold.

"No worries, it feels right only in Boss's office at Heaven Port, doesn't it, dear?"

Meredith teased Goria's hair and shut the door, deciding to have a thrilling moment with Goria.

She had already lifted Goria and placed her onto Liszt's office desk.

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