.

On his head and feet, his arms were "held high" like "cheers", at least in the same posture as the exaltation, and he was dragged to the ground. He could feel his arms, the back of his head, and some of his back near his shoulders rubbing forward on the smooth ground, rubbing forward, like a minecart on a track. His eyes were half-open and hazy, and he could see the lights that kept passing by on the top of the corridor, and he realized that he had come to somewhere deep in the stern of the great ship, somewhere he probably shouldn't have easily entered.

He tried to open his mouth, but in vain. He couldn't make any sound, his mouth was tied like a mummy, and the strip of cloth itself was the shredded coat itself. He tried to struggle, but as soon as he exerted his strength, the sharp pain from all over his body was like a flood that broke the embankment and submerged him, making him almost faint and collapse.

His teeth had been pulled out, his hands had been broken, he could now control only one foot, and the other was grabbed by the beautiful back of the long hair, dragging forward step by step. Their speed seemed to be slow, but in fact it was strangely fast, making the lights above him flicker and flicker. And even if he couldn't see it, he knew that he had drawn a perfect bloodstain line on the floor.

In their world, these things are nothing, and they have played all kinds of interesting games I don't know how many times. Even if he was just a small receptionist on the surface, he roughly guessed what the purpose of this beautiful, murderous, and lively big-breasted young lady was doing this, and what she wanted to do.

Of course - if it was really the person he thought, of course she would want to play like this, it was just too normal for her, too childish. He felt that maybe he didn't think right, maybe she had something more exciting to play, something more exciting to play and something more exciting to prepare for him, for everyone of them.

But her steps were too fast, and she was ...... In a hurry?

It's not bad, it's not bad for him. He's finished, and he's sure he won't live to see the faces of anyone but this hellhound again. And it's simpler, but it's more enjoyable. If it weren't for the dead end of his mouth, he would have been laughing.

Pain is always ...... Excited!

Then, he felt them stop. The beautiful lady paused, and the unknown tune she had been humming disappeared. He felt her open a door and dragged herself into some closed room. He closed his eyes wearily, gasping through his nose as he waited for the moment he had already defined. A hand dragged him up, and his weight of more than one hundred and thirty pounds was simply useless, turning into bread that cut corners.

Not at all surprised by the terrifying power of the other party, he was thrown into a chair. Feeling the pain that his body was already coming from, his eyelids twitched, his neck raised, and he looked vaguely at the ruler in front of him.

He was looking at her, and she was looking at him.

Nancy's expression showed that her interest was aroused. She tilted her head, clasped her hands on her shoulders, and watched with interest at her captive, her toy, her close companion in the happiest days of her life, and suddenly bent forward and leaned close to his eyes.

Oh...... What was that, she seemed to have seen something interesting?

Slowly, the corners of her mouth almost reached the base of her ears, and Nancy squinted her eyes, laughing happily and intoxicatingly, holding her cheeks with both hands. She is like a big sister who has strayed into an amusement park, surrounded by cute children, naughty squeaks and sensitive armpits, uncontrollable twisting, and uncontrollable laughter.

And as if infected by her emotions, the poor man's lowered head was raised again, raised and lowered, and his already tattered body twitched and moved, as if he was also making some sound.

Then he was straightened by one hand and looked Nancy in the eye again. Nancy looked at him, and the unweaned kitten looked at him like a ball of yarn, and slowly reached into the strip of cloth that bound his mouth, and then pulled hard—

Brutal, without any skill to speak of, the tenacious rags that made men unable to speak for a few days were all torn off by Nancy with absolute force. The man felt like his head had been knocked out as if he had been hit with a stick, and the buzz almost burst open. But immediately, he grinned.

Blood, bright red blood stained his mouth, staining the lower half of his face with a sticky face, but it couldn't stop his high passion at all. It was as if all his last strength had been used for it, and despite the pause in laughter and the sound of half-dead, he still heard the last of his life into Nancy's ears.

"That's it...... This ......"

"What?"

"That's it...... That's it...... "Missing half of his teeth, the man had a little trouble speaking, but he could still pronounce the words clearly, "This is the ...... What a good feeling before the killing...... Of course you ...... Feel it, right? ”

“……”

Nancy blinked, and then the smile disappeared from her face, and there was a look of great disappointment in her eyes.

"That's what you're trying to say?"

She put her hands on her waist and looked at the man with an exaggerated expression. This time, she didn't wait for him to say anything, and simply slapped him unconscious.

"Boring. Neuropathy. ”

Muttering inside, Nancy glanced up at the dim light. She opened her eyes blankly and stood stunned for a few seconds. Then she laughed again.

……

Julius' footsteps were bloodstained, and he walked forward quickly. He didn't go to the front, he certainly didn't go to the front. In front of them were two other sharp-eyed buttonmen, followed by the rest of the Golden Galleon Brigade.

Julius's face was not good-looking, it was gloomy, and it was so black that it could squeeze out ink and fill a basin. He doesn't usually look like this, and now this face is the result of the combined action of all aspects, and it is very scarce.

On the one hand, he was agitated about something else, and on the other hand, he was agitated about what they were doing now. He felt very bad, they were now playing each other's rules, entering each other's games, playing each other's games, which made them very passive. And the most dangerous thing in the game is passive.

Who is the identity of the person who came? It wasn't for sure for a moment, but Julius had a few guesses in his mind, and each one didn't make him happy...... Especially the last and most likely one. He prayed silently, better not, better not as he thought, better not one of them had come here.

Not really, right? Not really?! The Golden Galleon has never interfered in the business of the Barblore's land, and the prestige family that has been neutral for more than a hundred years has never been involved in the land battles before, especially in such a brazen and rude manner...... This makes them unable to even pretend that they can't see, okay!

Even the top of the number one giant is a little too much!

Frowning and unable to calm down, Julius thought as he walked, and then noticed that his two men in front of him had stopped. The blood is there.

“……”

He stepped forward and looked into the room. It was a very ordinary, remote and inconspicuous storage room on the stern floor, which was usually only piled up with miscellaneous items, and no one would come at all. I don't know if the blind cat ran into the dead mouse, or if he already knew it in advance, the direction of the last extension of the bloodstain was pointing there, pointing inside.

Is it inside? Julius didn't step forward, didn't reach out right away, didn't push the door directly. He hesitated and hesitated, always feeling that something was not quite right. But there was no way, under the gaze of the men behind him, he still paced slowly, approached the closed door, and reached out to twist the cold doorknob.

It was also at that moment that he was sure that he was not looking for the wrong place, the truth was really that simple, the person he was looking for was really inside—he noticed, noticed that on the smooth metal surface that his fingers were touching now, there was still a trace of blood viscosity, a handprint that had not been completely coagulated, a bright red bloody handprint.

Unless the door of El Dorado is special and requires a custom-made product with that effect, it will not make any creaking sound when it is opened. Julius, however, wished that a voice could come out at this time, breaking the deathly silence.

But is it really, is it really silence, is it really that there is no sound at all? No—no, it's not like that. As the view of the interior of the room began to widen, Julius heard, heard the strange, creepy sound like a rat eating a corpse, in the inner part of the room, in the deepest part of the darkness, in the center of the slowly unfolding scroll of his gaze—

That's her. He saw it, it was her, the figure he knew so well, that he had no hope at all, that he didn't want to see it the most. For a moment, he just wanted to close his eyes, and when he did, he would go back to his office chair, pull out the contents of the drawer, hold them and enjoy them, and if anyone would dare to break in without knocking—no, even if he didn't break in and just knocked on the door, he would cut himself into eight pieces on the spot and flee in all directions.

And as if because she heard the voice, she also raised her head. It's kind of strange to say, but when Julius came in, he only saw one of her heads, only one head to be exact, similar to the part you can see when a person bows to you. But she wasn't bowing, of course, and Julius could easily tell that she was bending over something, holding the head of the man in front of her, sitting in a chair, facing him. And as she slowly got up, the man's face facing this direction was also revealed.

The eyes with their mouths wide open, their bloody, hollow eyes were all that remained in the pitch-black sockets, and the eyeballs inside were gone.

“……”

Her eyes met Julius's, the corners of Nancy's mouth moved, and she slowly stretched out a clutched hand to the side, and then slowly released one finger at a time. One after the other, a large handful of white grains of teeth fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Da Da Da" fell to the ground.