By the time the first rays of the morning sun fell, Brooks had woken up from his sleep. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The pillow under him was not the usual soft bed, and the faint smell of spices that had been wafting in the room had disappeared, but the air was filled with a damp smell.

After opening his eyes, Brooks also looked at the furnishings around him in a bit of a daze, the original golden room was now replaced by a simple tent, in which there was almost nothing except a boat made of hard wood and the quilt covering him.

And after a long while, Brooks remembered his situation at this time, as the first person to be affirmed by His Majesty the King, this time the construction of the residence of the group of foreign members, he also swore to the King that promised His Majesty.

To build enough houses for nearly 10,000 people to live, they had to be built in a short period of time, which was almost impossible in Brooks' view.

However, according to His Majesty the King, the houses currently being built only need to meet the requirements of the other party for basic shelter from the wind and rain, and it is quite difficult to complete such a project in three months.

Most of the inhabitants of Paris had their own business to do, so His Majesty could only send a limited number of stonemasons and workers, but to Brooks' relief, just yesterday, His Majesty had transferred all the more than 100 pirate slaves who had been cutting down trees and mining ore in one go.

The treatment of these slaves is much better now than in the past, but the original desire to resist and flee has become numb in the hard work of the day, and one by one wanders from place to place like a walking corpse.

Coming out of the tent, the glare of the sunlight made Brooks' eyes close quickly, and it took a while for him to get used to it.

"Pedal, pedal—"

The sound of uniform footsteps sounded with the rising sun, and the loud percussion was constantly beaten like a heavy drum, bringing out a very rhythmic rhythm.

In order to prevent any accidents again, Chopin also specially sent a long spearman to garrison here.

"Good morning, Lord Brooks!"

When the spearman captain saw the other party's figure, he also strode forward, smiling and greeting the other party.

As the person in charge of His Majesty's appointment this time, coupled with the fact that the other party is a nobleman, it is enough for him to salute the other party.

"Good morning, Captain Rove."

Brooks smiled and nodded to the other party, although he had the elegance of an aristocracy, he would never have the arrogance and prejudice of those medieval nobles.

"Those guys, there shouldn't be any accidents, right?"

Looking at the group of pirate slaves gathered together, Brooks still asked with some concern.

The last time the pirate slave escaped, it was nothing to the whole of Paris and the French Empire, but the incident of the other party's successful escape undoubtedly injected a glimmer of hope into the pirate slave who was about to fall into despair.

Who knows how many pirate slaves have similar thoughts, although they seem numb and resigned to their fate on the surface, but who knows what they think deep down, whether they are really disheartened, or if they are still hiding the fire of escape.

"Don't worry, what happened last time was just an accident, besides, with us here to guard, even if there are any special circumstances, it can be easily settled. This time, if they want to make any moves, it will not be so simple. ”

Brooks just wanted to open his mouth to ask something more, but when he saw Captain Rove pointing in a certain direction behind him, he subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction pointed by the other party, only to see a figure covered in bruises and blurred flesh and blood, which was hanging in the air at this time.

"I suppose that with this lesson, they won't be overwhelmed and make whimsical plans, right?"

An indifferent voice came out of Rove's mouth, but to some pirate slaves with ulterior motives, it was like a devil's wail, instantly stirring their hearts.

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For these pirate slaves trapped on Drift Island, time has long since lost its original meaning.

All that resonates in their minds are bright days and dead nights, because for them, it means work and rest.

As the vast darkness slowly receded from the endless sea, whether the slaves wanted it or not, the dawn of the morning had already spilled out.

Aiden walked out of the tent with heavy steps along the surging army of slaves, his face without the slightest fluctuation of emotion, his eyes were dead and blank, and his whole person looked extremely numb.

And just in front of this group of slaves, on the thick ancient tree, there was a figure hanging upside down at this time.

The other party's body was full of deep whip marks, some places were already scarred, others were still dripping with red blood, and bursts of low, muffled sounds like the neighing of wild beasts were also intermittently emanating from the figure.

Aiden's gaze subconsciously followed the source of the sound, but this inadvertent sweep made his original ancient heart ripple again, and then he could no longer calm down.

The figure hanging above the ancient tree, he was naturally very familiar with, it was their former leader, the Bucky who was said to have managed to escape the clutches of the demons.

It's just that he didn't run away, why was he hanging here again, could it be ...... Caught again?

Just when Aiden was a little surprised, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded.

"I think you're all very familiar with this figure, yes, it's the Bucky who once escaped."

Rove stepped on delicate cowhide boots and slowly walked in front of everyone, his sharp gaze like an eagle, sweeping fiercely over all the pirate slaves, making everyone's hearts tremble.

"It's just a pity that his life is not very good, and now he has been caught by us again."

"I don't want anyone to think about anything, otherwise it will end up like him......"

Rove glanced deeply at the more than a hundred pirate slaves in front of him, his face was extremely indifferent, but at this moment, the short sword in his hand was suddenly pulled forward, and then gently swung forward, as the bright eyes slowly dimmed, blood, like a spring......

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