Aegean Sea.

The Aegean Sea is located between the Greek city-states and the Persian Empire, with a tortuous coastline, numerous harbors, and islands.

Legend has it that a long time ago there was a king who fell in love with a harpist named Qin, and when they were besetting each other for life, the kingdom launched a war, and the king put on armor, but day after day, year after year, the luthier plucked the harp for the king in the distance every day, and finally one day, the war was won, but the king did not come back, so every night the qin would be plucked to the night sky, and she hoped that the king in heaven could hear it. And every morning she gathered the scattered dew everywhere, and she knew that it was the king's answer to her love. Finally, many years later, until the day she had gone to sleep forever and never to wake up, all the five million two hundred and thirty-four bottles of dew that Jean had collected all her life had spent her life had poured on the place where she stole.

However, when the last drop hits the ground. A clear spring gushed from Jean's grave, embracing her body. From springs to streams, from streams to rivers, and from rivers to seas.

Since then, there has been a clear sea in Greece. It's called the Aegean Sea.

At this time, it was noon, the wind was mild, the waves were constantly lapping the side of the ship, the seagulls were hovering comfortably on the sea, and a two-masted wooden ship loaded with goods was quietly sailing forward.

"Mitsi! How many times have you said that? Don't soak your dirty shoes in the food of the cargo! ”

"Those damned slaves have lost the favor of the gods and are now just lowly cargo, Talos, don't point a finger at me by your captain's name!"

It was a tall white man who spoke, but there was a happy expression on his kind face, and his flaxen-colored shoulders showed a body full of fat and the thick body hair.

"Look, Talos, how much these lowly slaves love the food I give them!" As he spoke, he opened the iron door of the cargo hold and threw the lumps of black and slimy food in his hands to the ground.

There were sounds of rushing and swallowing in the dimly lit cargo hold, and Mitsi raised her sparse eyebrows and smiled triumphantly at Talos.

"Talos, these slaves are born," he said, holding up the last bit of food in the basin, "filthy bastards! Whoever wants food in my hand, come and lick the soles of my shoes! ”

Truth be told, there was a lot of black dirt on Mitsi's shoes, but the group of slaves didn't care at all, and rushed towards Mitsi, and finally a diminutive slave won the honor.

Looking at a group of slaves who had long since lost themselves, Talos's amber eyes showed a hint of pity, and he picked up his wine bottle, his handsome face expressionless, and staggered towards the captain's room, with a "clang" of the door closing, and a burst of laughter came from behind.

"Haha! Our great Lord Talos has pity for this group of slaves? Sure enough, the last only son of the Herstos family had become so cowardly. "Mitsi didn't care about the alleged identity in the slightest, even though he was just an ordinary crew member.

"That's a fool with no birds!"

"If it weren't for the fact that the director of the Chamber of Commerce had been taken care of by the Hustos family before, how could he be made the captain!"

……

Seven or eight crew members around him began to taunt their captain.

"A few of the newly captured slave girls are still virgins, my dear friend Mitsi."

"Fool, that's a tribute to the big officials of the Persian Empire," Mittesi reached out and slapped his companion's head hard.

"You seem to have forgotten a little one?" A lewd look appeared on Alias's long cheeks, and he rubbed his dirty hands, and said with a lewd smile: "It was a little girl who had been abandoned by the gods, and her family had been abandoned by the gods, and she had been raped and killed by the soldiers of Attica, and she had witnessed this tragedy, and it is said that she stood there and listened to her mother's wailing for a whole day before her behead was cut off by the soldiers of Attica." Then it was bought for us by a silver drachma. ”

"Praise the gods, how unfortunate it is, let us go and comfort her now."

"Haha, praise be to the gods! By the way, take a look at the new cargo that was fished out of the sea this morning. ”

"I've never seen someone with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, and it feels like ......"

"Monkeys?"

"Haha, yellow-skinned monkey ......"

The two of them walked towards the cargo hold with their backs on their shoulders.

There was a small door in the innermost part of the dimly lit cargo hold, and Mitesi and Alias pushed it in, and there was only a lifeless little girl in a long white dress.

The little girl was not very old, six or seven years old, she seemed to hear someone coming in, and she tried hard to twist the black and purple neck that had been beaten before turning her head, and half of her cheeks and eye sockets were also slapped hard, red and swollen, and looked at the two people who came in with dead eyes.

Seeing this, the smile on Mitsi's face became even stronger, and he glanced at the slumbered face Alias beside him, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Don't blame us, blame the gods for not caring for you, poor little girl." With that, Mittesi reached out and pulled his linen shoulder, revealing a chest full of flesh folds.

The little girl seemed helpless and tilted her head to look at the figure lying on the side who had been breathing weakly since she had been caught up yesterday, and saw that it was motionless, and her eyes were desperate.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's this look, it's this desperate look! Mitsi's face began to turn red and he was short of breath.

Desperate, the little girl seemed to accept her fate, but stubbornly gritted her teeth and refused to cry, staring at the ugly man in front of her, as if she wanted to carve his every move with a knife in her heart.

"Can you call for help? See if anyone comes to help you, on this boat, no one dares to do anything, and as long as someone dares to do it, you will have to face the endless anger of the big officials of the Persian Empire. Want to be free? We won't let you go, stay here for four or five years, and it's not too late to get rid of it. Right? My dear friend, Arias? Mitsi said as he unbuttoned his trouser belt around his waist, revealing his stinking lower body.

"Haha! That's right, no one can withstand the wrath of the Persian Empire! Arias echoed with a lewd smile.

She just refused to make a sound, and the little girl's neck was black and purple, and she just stared at Mitesi.

Mitesi excitedly stretched out her trembling hands and untied the little girl's clothes, and the tears in the little girl's eyes were no match for herself.

"Click!!" With a clear bone roar, a black figure blocked in front of the little girl.

Feng Chen's calm face seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt, and it was an irresolvable anger.

"Damn, ah!! My hand!! What have you done to me!! You damn ......," Mitesi shouted in horror.

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Chen took a step forward and grabbed Mittesi's neck with one hand and lifted him up. Looking back at the little girl lying on the ground, the little girl looked at the figure in front of her with pleading eyes, and her heart-rending cry resounded throughout the dark and damp cabin.

"Please, help me!!"

At this moment, Feng Chen didn't say much, looked at the little girl covered in scars, and nodded heavily.

Immediately after, time seemed to freeze, and the black-red tentacles burst out from Dust's arm, splitting the Mitesi in his hand into countless pieces, and the tenacious tentacles did not stop piercing Alias, who was still in shock on the side.

Looking at the puddle of minced meat on the ground, and Alia who fell straight down, Feng Chen spat out a mouthful of spit, his face full of disgust.

"You know what? In our country, people like you will be beaten up when they walk on the road! It's good that you met me, I really want to praise the gods!! ”

ps: This kind of person should die ten thousand times.