Rose was wrapped in a blanket and shivered all over, not from the cold, but from fear.

It was long gone, and the crew of the merchant ship Khacia rescued her from the planks floating in the ice and gave her hot water and food. A kind crew member gave her a blanket embroidered with a small upside-down cross embroidered on the corner, and she didn't quite understand what it meant, and she didn't have the heart to think about it, her heart had long been filled with Jack, who was gone forever.

Warm cabins, huge diamonds, delicate skin, blushing painters...... And the crash of the landslide, the desperate cries, the fierce chase, and the huge ship that claimed to be unsinkable, but had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea, the scenes kept flashing in her mind.

It was very messy, the noise and sobs were mixed together, and she was desperately stirring in her head, and she didn't seem to know anything until she was stepped on by the fat proprietress of the store, and she snorted in a low voice.

The fat lady glared at her with disgust, and she stood in the way of being dirty.

Rose hurriedly squeezed out a very sorry smile to the other party, no way, the survivors were temporarily placed here, which must affect her business.

The proprietress didn't even look at her, and left in a huff.

Rose was tired, but she didn't dare to close her eyes, she still couldn't believe that she had left the terrible ocean, she was afraid that it was all a dream, she was afraid to close her eyes and open them again, and find herself still lying on the cold and lonely plank, desperately watching Jack's handsome pale face gradually disappear into the cold and unforgiving water.

There was a commotion, the door of the temporary shelter was violently pushed open, and several men in heavy armor strode in, shouting loudly and proudly.

The people of the Cult of the Illuminati, what are they going to do?

The cold air poured in from the open door, and these dying people who had just escaped death by the shipwreck, and urgently needed a good rest, they stirred up, and everyone frowned.

Among the survivors, there were many dignitaries and dignitaries, who were obviously not afraid of these gods, and one of them said unceremoniously and loudly: "We bought double indulgences before we got on the ship, is this disaster a trial that you specially arranged for us?"

Stout calves stood in front of him, mottled silver steel leggings staring coldly at the half-seated speaker.

Unafraid, the speaker continued: "It seems that this God of Light is a bit unreliable, and he will have to try to scatter bets next time...... Wow-"

He was grabbed by the collar by the warriors of the God of Light Sect and thrown out: "Heresy that is disrespectful to the gods, take it down, and investigate it carefully!"

The person behind him let out a loud shout, dragged the unlucky man out. The unlucky guy was anxious and shouted: "You can't arrest me, I'm the ...... of the Hasmal Chamber of Commerce" Before he finished shouting, he banged the back of his head on the threshold and passed out.

A noble man was dragged out like a dead dog.

Everyone is terrified, these unreasonable fellows are not the liars who can only puff up their lips in the Bright Templar, but the Templars, the most loyal lackeys of the Bright Church!

Unceremoniously, the guys searched one by one in groups of three, one to register survivors, one to rummage through their belongings, and the other to search their bodies. The belongings of the survivors were all put into a large bag - the valuables that could have cost the survivors their lives and have them close to their personal belongings, and it seemed that the possibility of seeing them again was almost zero. Of course, when the inspection is done and the deposit and custody fee are paid, of course the church will return it to you.

The brutal looting is not counted, if it is a woman with a bit of beauty, the three of them will take turns to get up and down.

All the men flinched in front of the bright sword. Silently, watching the abuse of women who are strange or familiar.

Rose's upper and lower teeth couldn't help but fight.

In her close-fitting pocket, there is a huge diamond called the Heart of the Ocean. It was a so-called token of love given to her by her titular fiancé, Carl.

A lonely girl with priceless jewels with her, when she encounters these jackals in armor, does she need to talk about fate?

No, never, I promised Jack that I would live well with him, and I would never spend the rest of my life in a slave ship and a dark girl's nest!

What should I do, what should I do?

She wrapped the blanket tightly.

No way, no way, they're coming, they're coming!

The beautiful face and plump figure naturally attracted attention, and she could even hear the low whistle under the thick armor of the other party.

Three jackals came to her.

Rose was overwhelmed and trembling all over.

At this moment, suddenly a loud slap fell heavily on her face!

She was stunned, and before she could react, her round, short, carrot-like fingers grabbed her hair with such force that she dragged her up from the ground by the hair.

Another slap in the face.

"Stinky female cousin! Piggy, dead man's stinky mother-in-law!"

It was the proprietress of the warehouse, she grabbed Rose's hair with one hand, and scolded: "Look what you have done! Lazy, lazy, lazy! The old lady saw that you were dead and the man was pitiful before she took you in, you only know how to be lazy!"

Rose couldn't bear the pain and wailed.

The proprietress refused to give up, and scolded: "Look at your dead fat appearance! Eat the meal for two, mix into these stinky fish and rotten shrimp that can't drown and be lazy, get up, get up for the old lady, and carry the work! Look at it, believe it or not, the old lady pulled out your nails, smashed your collarbone, and sold you to the secret girl's nest! Go, let the old lady go!"

The momentum was violent, foaming at the mouth, and the proprietress was like a mad she-bear, which shook several Templars back a few steps, and they watched as the proprietress dragged Rose into the warehouse, and picked up a burning stick and nimbly brought the door with her heels.

The three of them couldn't help wiping their cold sweat and turned their heads to look for their next target.

As soon as she entered the door, the fat lady gave Rose a solid hug: "Dark sister, poor child, you have suffered, you have suffered!

The great sense of happiness suddenly hit Rose, she knew that the proprietress was deliberately saving herself, and couldn't help crying with joy: "Thank you...... Thank you...... However, I don't know...... You are ......"

The proprietress smiled and pointed to the reverse cross on the corner of her blanket: "My own people." ”

Rose was startled, she didn't know what this reverse cross meant, and just wanted to deny it, but suddenly found that the heart of the ocean was gone!

She was about to exclaim, but the proprietress turned over the fat layer around her waist like a trick and took out a small bag: "Oh, this is yours, right? You must have a very important mission, and it took a lot of effort to complete it, right?"

"Uh, ah...... That one...... I don't know ......."

The proprietress couldn't help but smile and scratched her delicate little nose: "Yes, yes, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't answer what you shouldn't answer, this is the rule." As she spoke, the proprietress took out a small black cross and stuffed it into her hand with the bag: "Go to No. 21 Bakerson Street, the porter old Dude, and say that Aunt Luna asked him for 95 pounds for the boat." Remember?"

"Well, but ......"

The warehouse door was slammed down.

"Damn, don't rub it off, let's go, I'll block it here, from the back door, quick!" said the proprietress who crossed her waist and shouted outside, "What are you doing?"

Rose gritted her teeth and stumbled towards the back door.

The proprietress smiled with satisfaction: "It's as beautiful as when I was young." Farewell, old Clinton, you'll never see your Silary again. ”

The door opened. Four fierce and vicious Light Temple warriors swarmed up: "Say, where are the people?"

Finally the samurai closed the door again.

The proprietress knew that she was going to die, so she laughed: "I went to a safe place, a place where there are no beasts running rampant." ”

The guy in charge sneered: "Unload one of her arms first, and see if she is still hard-mouthed." Do it!"

The order was given, but the men were silent. The leader jerked back and found that two of the three men had fallen down, and only one remained, carrying a black and white war hammer, staring at him coldly.

"You ......"

Before the words fell, he was overturned with a hammer.

The tall Templar raised his left palm, and in the palm of his palm was a delicate black reverse cross, the warhammer and goat's head emblem flashing with a black light.

The proprietress shouted happily, "Lord Dark Samurai!"