Celeste was bewildered not because she was wavering, but because it seemed absurd that a pirate was discussing these matters with her.
As a high-level intelligence officer of the government, she was fully steeped in political ideology, and Liszt's tactics were ineffective against her.
The ocean currents were ever-changing, causing the ship to rock slightly and the oil lamp on the table to flicker.
"I'm listening, how do you fight against authority? Kill them and then steal their money, just like what you did to Blue Bay Port and Doringger?"
Celeste gave him a hopeful look, eager to see what profound insights this uneducated, scar-faced man had and was ready to render him speechless, giving up his deceptive schemes.
She had already spoken highly of Liszt by persuading those above her to give him a chance, and now he wanted her to stand by his side?
That would never be possible.
Beneath the flickering oil lamp, only half of Liszt's face was visible.
