January 28th.
Aran had estimated his return to the port for the end of January, but he hadn't come back himself, staying at Dead Man Bay, busy with his own affairs.
The Daffodil had already docked at Heavenly Port Pier.
Morison Archer and his party had returned, back to the Black Sail Inn.
"How is the situation progressing?"
Fen had been exhausted recently.
Taylor and another big shot from Heavenly Port, after hearing about Liszt's current reputation, which they might have originally thought had only a thirty or forty percent chance, suddenly felt it reached sixty percent. They both urgently invested—Taylor put forward his entire saving, eight thousand Golden Dragons, and the other big shot followed with an urgent investment of four thousand.
By now, they had a stronghold solid as a barrel.
