When Milan introduced the enemy's situation, the spiritual connection had been opened at the same time, and the eyes of everyone present were projected on the slave trading fleet that broke the waves in the distance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

At this time, the continuous wind and rain between the sky and the sea obviously could not extinguish their fiery hearts that were about to embrace huge wealth.

Relying on the wind and waves, the load is heavy enough, and almost all the sails have been hung out.

In the slave fleet.

In addition to the recent turmoil at sea, the defense forces specially sent are a large armed merchant ship "Santa Cruz Merchant" and a fifth-class cruiser "Rocking Row".

The main body consisted of eight two-masted galleons with a displacement of about three hundred tons, each with an armed crew of about a hundred and ten six-pounder guns.

Fluttering Ridge –

Some seagulls swaggered close to reconnoitre, and even flew into the cabin to check the inside.

Therefore, the military commanders of the privateer fleet also saw a large number of Anuma slaves who were imprisoned on the lower decks of these eight slave carriers.

Each seemingly small slave ship was densely packed with nearly four hundred people!

Anger, hatred, numbness, sadness, despair...

And no amount of emotion can change their situation in the slightest.

They were like neatly stacked dark chocolate in a box, lying on their sides, one by one, shackled directly to the lower deck, even... It's hellish and the air is damp and impermeable, and the stinking bottom is in the silos.

However, even if Evan and the others saw such a scene, no one was moved, not even Milan, who was well-off and pampered.

It's not that they don't have compassion, it's that in this day and age, it's all too commonplace.

And they knew full well that a boatload of Anuma slaves seemed like a lot, but only about three-quarters of them made it to the New World alive.

Perhaps at this moment of onlookers, there are people who die silently in the cabin, never to have the chance to set foot on the land of the New World again.

But even if they make it there alive, the average age of the Anuma people in the entire New World is only 29 years old.

No matter how sturdy an individual is, in the mines and plantations, the last trace of vitality will be squeezed out by endless heavy labor.

Even in the ancient Neolithic Age, the average natural lifespan of human beings was 35 years.

And the beginning of the tragic life of these people is obviously because of the windfall profits behind the slave trade.

The cost of obtaining a slave in the Southern Continent is about 10 golden lions, but transporting it to the New World can make a profit of 600%.

If you use the Trade Rifle to exchange it directly, you will probably only need three rifles to exchange it for a sturdy slave, which will only be more profitable.

And also to create more wars on the ground, and... More slaves!

However, based on the size of the fleet so far, the total number of living slaves is about three thousand two hundred.

Because in the trade of the slave coast of the Southern Continent, the source of slaves was mainly prisoners of war obtained after defeating other tribes and nations.

The eventual acquisition of a slave in a war may be accompanied by the death of six or seven enemy natives.

So under normal circumstances, it would be almost impossible for them to obtain such a large number of slaves at once, and the death of tens of thousands of people would be enough to wipe out a small princely state.

It is very likely that this group of slave traders of the Santa Babia Company took matters into their own hands and attacked the Southern Continent who do not know which tribe in order to obtain so many slaves at one time.

Obviously, as the finances continued to tighten, Cylius's policy became more aggressive, even if he himself went down to maximize the production capacity of gold and silver mines to fill the deficit in the kingdom.

"There are two enemy frigates, one of which, although it claims to be a merchant ship of a caravan, is actually a standard fourth-class battleship.

Among the other vessels were one cruiser plus eight brigs, with a total armed combat crew of about 1,200 men and a total artillery projection mass of 819 pounds.

Although there are a large number of them, the caliber of shipborne artillery is clearly superior to us. ”

Tsai carefully looked at the other party thoroughly, and Milan reported a series of data above.

At this time, the total number of privateers on their own fleet was 1152 men, and the projection mass reached 1312 pounds.

The flagship of the "Daystar" heavy cruiser alone topped all their guns with a projection mass of 808 pounds!

The only thing to worry about...

Aven's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the bow of the "Merchant of Santa Cruz" through the eyes of the demonized seagull, the bow image of the magic shining with aura, that was what he cared about the most.

......

Meanwhile.

On board the Santa Cruz Merchant, the carved beams and paintings decorate the captain's quarters.

"Aha, there's nothing more comforting than a sip of royal rum on a rainy day. ”

Captain Hobion, who sat on the table with his feet on the table, put down the bottle in his hand and sighed heartily.

"Oh, my captain, why do you always talk about the weather when you drink?

Besides, this is not a navy warship of the kingdom, so who can control your head?"

A handsome young man next to him, dressed in an imitation military uniform but without a military rank, couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the captain who wore a three-cornered hat with a long sword hanging from his waist, but his stomach was already slightly fat.

Captain Hobbon was not angry at all, he smiled in agreement, poured himself a large sip of sweet wine again, and took out a gold pocket watch encrusted with gems from his bosom and played with it.

"Lambert, since your father has put you in my hands for exercise, of course I will do my best to take care of you.

You were very good at slaughtering the indigenous tribes and plundering slaves before, ruthless and decisive enough. ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency, it's all your good command!"

Hobbon waved his way, indicating that he didn't have to compliment himself:

"When I was a naval officer, I didn't understand it, thinking that people live for honor, responsibility, responsibility, and... Great Eternal Flame.

But now I'm going to tell you that only strength, power, and wealth are the most important.

If you want to live well, enjoy the best food, wine, and people.

As strong in every way, there are countless ways in which we can take away everything we want from the weak. ”

The young man pondered, and asked:

"And what if the other strong people want it too?"

Bang –

Putting his feet down from the table at once, Hobbion said:

"Of course, let others go up, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat the benefits of relying on Santa Babia Company?

So, there's one thing you have to keep in mind.

This company is the work of His Majesty the Great Emperor, of the nineteen gentlemen of the highest management, and of course ... Our.

Only if the company does not fall can we have our wealth and comfort, and only then can our interests be prioritized!"

At this time, who can see that this middle-aged man like an old fritter in officialdom was once a promising elite colonel in the navy?

The personal convoy of the Santa Babia Company was originally an independent armed force belonging to the royal family, and at the beginning of its establishment, a group of elite personnel from the navy were drawn to fill it.

They were also given the most preferential treatment and the most lucrative positions, just so that they could become loyal defenders of the royal family and the king at critical moments!

This is a layout that the royal family has been working on since a long time ago.

The most important point is that now that the kingdom is heavily infiltrated by the Church in all aspects, it is possible to obtain a force that is completely under its control, and to eliminate all interference from the "eternal fire".

Especially since the establishment of contact with the hidden wizard forces, various sorcery items have also been equipped here.

Of course, there are also a little bit of snares, and the non-knight path transcendents who are not tolerated by the "Eternal Flame".

And there is no doubt who the imaginary enemy behind this operation is.

But.

Now it seems that a long period of too comfortable life is enough to wear down the will of an elite officer, and make him become unaware of himself.

Just when Hobbon used his own personal life experience to teach (poison) guide (harm) the next generation of the company.

Bells, bells, bells...

The ship's hurried alarm bell rang suddenly.

"What's going on?"

Although his will has been worn away by a long life of comfort and abundance, he still has the vigilance to be a qualified captain and a transcendent.

In an instant, he had already bounced up, and the young first mate Lambert, who was also a full-fledged knight beside him, rushed out.

Whoosh –

Two steps had already reached the deck, and they met a black-robed old man with a thin body, narrow cheeks, and gray scales.

"Wizard Rice!"

"Hey, Mr. Captain, take care of your own business, I'll do it when I need to. ”

His eyes were cold, and when he spoke, he spit out his long purple tongue like a snake, like a poisonous snake in human form.

"Okay, thank you. ”

Because of the limitation of view in the rain, the lookout did not raise the alarm until the privateering fleet approached two kilometers from the right front of the fleet, that is, upwind.

The distance that was about to come within the range of the artillery was too close for the fleet.

At this time, there is no concern about the accountability of the lookouts.

Hobion ordered the herald to send an early warning signal to all the slave carriers in the fleet. He stood on the stern of the ship, looking at the black sail pirate ship that was gradually approaching and flying the black dragon's head flag, and exhaled:

"Where are you pirates, who don't even recognize the banner of the Santa Babia Company?

Hurry back or neither the Syrius Navy nor your Pirate King will let you go!"

A loud voice echoed across the sea through the rain curtain.

Obviously, they had just come to the New World through the triangular trade, and they didn't know much about the White Knight and his "Dragoon Pirate Regiment", which was in the limelight during this time.

Although the flagship "Daystar" was significantly larger than an ordinary cruiser, it did not give him much attention under the inherent notion that the battleship was the ruler of the sea.

In the past, by virtue of the name "Santa Babia Company", they could get all kinds of preferential treatment, even if the Sylius Navy had to serve them first if they didn't do anything else.

Even if the company's property is looted, any pirate will be hit by the navy in the future.

Over time, powerful pirates did not dare to move, and small pirates without strength could not move, which also created their comfortable status quo to another extent.

If it weren't for the sake of low profile, it would be perfectly fine to add a "royal" in front of the name with the prestige of Santa Babia.

This is also a direct embodiment of what he said to his juniors before, "interests first".

However, this group of pirates is a little different from what they used to be.

Whew-

Four battleships braved the wind and waves and unwaveringly approached within a kilometer range of the flotilla.

"Fire!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom....

The fire shines in the wind and rain.

The roaring artillery fire also completely tore apart the long and comfortable days of Santa Babia Company!