Thanks to the rope around their waists, the slaves did not fall into the water immediately, but were simply suspended overboard and constantly crashed against the hull with the waves.

On the other end, the remaining slaves were desperately holding on to the rope. However, judging from their struggling movements, it is likely that they will not be able to hold on for long, and even others will be dragged down.

A muscular guard stepped out of the crowd, cursed casually, and then pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slashed down at the rope without hesitation!

Without this lifeline, the few slaves outside the ship were swallowed up by the raging waves in an instant, and there was not even a single splash.

The slaves on the ship still looked numb, but a few outside squeezed inside in more panic.

Having lost a little insignificant cargo, the old ship quickly regained its balance.

The fat slave owner seemed pleased with the guard's behavior. Patting the guard on the arm, the slave owner said something approvingly, and casually threw him a small bag.

Burning Steel continued to stare expressionlessly, allowing the ship to shrink into an undetectable dot in his line of sight.

The Santias River is still choppy. For this long river that devours everything, the addition of a few small pieces of meat is just an extra meal for those fierce beasts at the bottom of the river.

This is something that you see almost every day here.

In fact, both the busy docks and the farmsteads on the south bank require a lot of labor. The bones hidden under the lush rice paddies were almost identical to the cornfields outside Tyros.

So this kind of "little thing" where one or two people died is hardly even an after-dinner story here in Easton.

What's more, in the eyes of these people, are slaves considered human beings?

At least in his eyes, the seemingly sunny Easton is not too different from the man-eating Deros in his impression.

In this way, Burning Steel stood alone on the bank of the river like a statue, standing all day. Aside from the occasional curious glance from a few passing dock workers, no one else came to disturb him.

It wasn't until late that he waited for his goal.

Looking at the slightly short figure in front of him, Burning Steel said calmly: "Rusty Blade, you are late." ”

Through the light of Easton behind him, Burning Steel clearly saw the iconic distorted smile on the face of the man in front of him.

"Boom...... Burning steel, the order said that it was the 27th, and I was not only not late, but also half a day early. ”

"What's ......" Rusty Blade licked his lips, not hiding his murderous intent at all, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are so anxious to let my old friend take care of you more?" ”

"Care?" Burning Steel sneered, due to the light on his back and the heavy hood, the rusty blade couldn't see Burning Steel's face clearly.

"Then in the past ten years, I have really been 'cared for' by you!"

He casually pointed to the rice field in the distance, "I think the bank of this river is pretty good, why don't you have a meeting with Desros and leave a place for you in the cornfield?" ”

At the mention of the cornfield, the smile on Rustblade's face froze.

"Phew!" Spat at Burning Steel's feet, Rusty Blade said with a venignant threat: "When this mission is completed, I will definitely 'entertain' you in my bunker, you can wash your neck and wait!" ”

Ran Gang sneered unmoved: "If you have that ability, you will come to 'entertain' me now?" If the mission is not completed, I would prefer to appreciate the appearance of you being 'entertained' by the Inquisition! ”

Rusty Blade is clearly furious! But he was powerless to refute the words of Burning Steel. He had to glake at Burning Steel and left.

Indeed, if he borrowed ten more heads, he would not dare to be "entertained" by the inquisition of the bloody Holy Inquisition.

Burning Steel stared at the back of Rusty Blade's departure and sneered.

"Tomorrow, you will be able to enjoy my own 'hospitality'"

Under the hood, on the face that the rusty blade couldn't see clearly, there was already blazing anger! Seeing the rusty blade that he saw as dead depart, Burning Steel moved slightly, and turned towards Easton Docks.

Like all terminals, during the day it is an important logistics hub on the Santias River, and at night it transforms into a giant gold grotto.

Laborers and sailors, with their meagre wages, squandered their lives in shoddy bars and prostitution parlors.

The captain returned from the voyage to his warm home to reunite with his wife and children, and by the way, handed over a large honorarium for the trip to subsidize the family.

And in those high-end and luxurious consumption places, there are rich businessmen and giants from all over the world every day, or the slave giants who dominate one side, and make a business that ordinary people can hardly hope to do in their lives.

Even due to the prevalence of the slave trade in Easton, the "special services" offered here were far more abundant than those of the other docks.

This is Easton, a sun-drenched bottomless abyss.

This is the life of the Eastonians, who spend their days wandering between drunkenness and exhaustion.

As for slaves? Who cares about their lives?

In the eyes of these people, the family's pet dog has to celebrate when it gives birth; And the slaves are tired to death? It would be nice to go buy another one.

In any case, some fertile "inferior" races have babies faster than pet dogs. Yield is always guaranteed.

And in such a world where the law of the jungle and strength reign supreme, there is no day for slaves to get ahead.

Burning Steel pushed away at least five or six heavy makeup and colorful perfumes along the way, spraying inferior rich perfumes, and longing to pounce on him.

In the daytime, these warblers become the wives or daughters of a sailor or a worker. Subsidizing the family in such a special way is no surprise in Easton.

As for the child thief who slapped away with a slap that was not light or heavy, Ran Steel could barely count them.

Walking down all the way like a pass, Burning Steel finally came to his destination

Dead Fish Tavern.

Actually, its name should be the "Stingray" tavern. But because the stingrays of the Santias River have long been eaten by the wealthy, and the sign at the entrance of the tavern has fallen into disrepair.

So after a long time, people forgot the original name of the fish painted on the signboard, and only called this place "Dead Fish Tavern" based on those miserable white eyes.

However, despite the name, there are other fresh fish for sale in the tavern.

Fishing is also an important industry at Easton Docks.

I ordered a plate of fried fish and a bottle of rum, and Ran Gang asked for a private room and poured himself a drink.

However, before he could begin to enjoy the delicious food on his plate, Burning Steel opened the package on his back and pulled out some oddly shaped little things and placed them in the corners of the room, such as holes in walls or ventilation pipes.

These small things can effectively avoid some unpopular people, and overhearing some unpopular things can be regarded as a personal habit of burning steel.

The fried fish was delicious. However, due to the lack of spices, only the flavor of the fish itself is delicious.

In fact, spices, something that only the rich and noble could enjoy, had hardly been encountered in the past ten years.

It wasn't until the fish on the plate was left with only its head and the liquid level in the bottle was close to the pile of scum at the bottom of the bottle that the door to the private room was opened again.

Led by a waiter, two men, one tall and one short, walked in and sat across from the burning steel.

The tall man casually threw a silver coin to the waiter, and the waiter immediately thanked him happily, and then respectfully withdrew, and closed the door carefully.

Glancing at the surrounding arrangement, the short man couldn't help but approve: "Worthy of Mr. Burning Steel, who is famous in the dark world, he is always so well prepared." ”

As soon as the man spoke, the old voice revealed that it was an old man.

No wonder they're a little shorter...... Burning Steel thought to himself.

"But," said the tall man, his voice as low as a bull. "To be on the safe side, we brought a better approach."

As he spoke, the tall man took out a crystal ball and handed it to the old man.

The old man nodded, and began to inject mana into the crystal ball.