Pain!

Unspeakable pain!

Byron felt as if he had been pierced through his chest by an iron cone, cold and weak, as if something precious was hurtling through the hole.

So much so that every nerve twitched violently, letting out an overwhelmed wail and scream.

But he himself couldn't wake up at all, and fell into a long dream like a nightmare.

And in that dream, there were two selves and two completely different lives.

The first one was born in an orphanage, but he had a dream of traveling the world in reality.

It's a pity that I have only been working for a few years, and before I can save enough money for my travel, I suddenly suffer from a rare disease - ALS!

From the beginning of the upper limbs, he lost all his body functions little by little, and in just a few years, he could not move, speak, swallow, or even breathe on his own.

Until the body turned into a cage that imprisoned the soul, and the lonely man died helplessly and desperately.

Although the other self lost his mother at birth, he had a strict and kind father, and a large family with harmonious relations.

an uncle who is plagued by intermittent mental illness but is wise and kind most of the time;

A beautiful and gentle aunt who treats herself like her own son;

a cousin who often took himself to hunt and practice swordsmanship, horsemanship, and navigation; childhood sweethearts who chase chickens and dogs together all day long and don't do their jobs;

There are also many family members who are united and fraternal; Loyal vassals, vassals, guardian knights...

Disturbingly, the two lives in this dream are like thick frosted glass, blurred from the beginning.

It was like seeing flowers in a fog, so that Byron couldn't recall any details anyway.

I only vaguely remember that I seemed to have been hit hard by a huge accident not long ago.

The huge "memory palace" that constitutes the personality in the mind is missing a crucial piece out of thin air and falls into a chain of collapses.

The accident exposed the first life that had been serving as the foundation, helping him barely hold on to the "palace", but he also fell into complete chaos.

He is now like a small boat that has lost its anchor, drifting with the tide in the flood of broken memories, at a loss.

In addition to ingrained instinct and common sense, even self-perception is almost blurred.

I don't know how long later, Byron only had one of the most memorable images left in his mind:

On a stormy night.

At the foot of the ship is a majestic ship with a blue dragon [bow image] placed in the bow, and the size is comparable to that of a mountain.

The father of this life said something to himself with an anxious face, but he could only see his mouth open and close, and he couldn't hear any sound at all.

Immediately, the cold and biting deep sea completely submerged everything...

Byron subconsciously felt that this might be the key to the incident.

But the harder you try to hold on, the faster these memories drain away.

"Who the hell am I? What happened on that stormy night? Where did the rest of the family go? ...”

That's when it happened.

Crash!

A large basin of cold water splashed on his face, causing him to wake up from his nightmare.

But he didn't notice that the moment he opened his eyes, there was an imperceptible light flashing in his right eye, which was as blue as the sea.

Slowly raising his head, Byron was stunned to find that he was tied hand and foot with a group of drenched "soup chickens", tied with ropes behind his back.

Lying on the deck of a wooden sailboat in a very embarrassed position!

A few sailors in ragged clothes with fierce faces were standing condescendingly in front of them.

The leader was a burly man two meters tall, with a sailor's scimitar and a flintlock short musket hanging from his waist, and his body was filled with cold and bloody air.

He took a large sip of rum with a wine bottle, and said impatiently:

"Don't lie on deck, you pigs, and pretend to be dead.

The captain's treasures don't like to eat motionless corpses, so get up and don't make trouble for us. ”

Hearing this, Byron's heart sank, and he glanced around vaguely.

The traces of knives, axes and bullets on the half-man-high bulwarks were very fresh, and the golden bronze guns on the open deck smelled of gunsmoke.

The cracks in the deck were stained with blood that hadn't been wiped clean...

As far as the eye can see, sailors in ragged clothes but with sturdy physiques are busy retying broken sail lines, repairing damaged hulls after naval battles, or rescuing the wounded.

And at the top of the mast of this sailboat, there is also a pirate flag with a black background and a white skull riding shark!

There is no doubt that this is a pirate ship that has just experienced a bloody battle.

At most a nautical mile from the stern, in the hazy milky white mist, a battered merchant ship battered by artillery fire was burning and sinking into the sea.

It seems that after launching a stubborn resistance to the pirate ship for a time, it still did not escape the fate of being looted and slaughtered.

This is also evidenced by the blood flag hanging high on the mast of the pirate ship.

That's a sign that the enemy ship will not be left behind!

Theoretically, in order to deter those merchant ships who dared to rebel against them, this bloody execution would be resolutely carried out by pirates, with few exceptions!

Combined with the words of the pirate leader, Byron's heart pounded, and he realized that something was wrong.

"I became a captive of a bunch of pirates? What other pets will be fed? ”

Most of the merchant sailors who survived the raid around him were old fur seals who had been at sea for many years, and their sense of crisis was more acute than his.

I also know better how ferocious and brutal this pirate gang called the [Man-Eater] is active in the waters of the North Sea.

Ignoring the bloody wounds on his body, he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy one by one:

"Mr. 'Broken Bone', it was the captain who ordered the resistance, we have all surrendered, please, don't kill us!"

"Spare me! I'm the Pelican gunner, I'm the technical crew, and I'm willing to join the Maneater! ”

“......”

The pirate at the head, who is also the first mate of this pirate ship, "Broken Bone" Miles, was not moved at all.

He poured himself another large sip of the rum he had stolen from the merchant ship, and smiled coldly:

"It's not a coincidence.

Except for the cook who is said to have served the nobles, you have been given a chance to prove your worth by backstabbing your captain.

No one else is qualified to bathe in the mercy of His Excellency Captain [Bloody Eye].

Without further ado, those little things should have been waiting for a hurry, send them down! ”

With a wave of his hand, a group of vicious pirates immediately stepped forward and dragged the captives, who were about to pee their pants, off the deck.

The pirates were mercilessly sentenced to death, and many sailors suffered an emotional breakdown.

"You maggots of the sea, and that despicable traitor will not end well!"

"I pray that the legendary ghost ship will take away my soul, and that the undead of the sea will one day take revenge on the living!

God will not forgive you! ”

“......”

Some cursed, some cursed, and some took the time to pray to God.

The teeth of the old sailors who walked beside Byron were fighting:

"Ten thousand... O Creator Almighty! We should not have listened to the captain's orders and went to sea at this time.

What does the War for the Throne of the Kingdom of Hattings have to do with us little sailors?

Even if the Lancaster family of the Red Rose is defeated, our Pelican Chamber of Commerce will only be their vassals.

With your powerful protection, the White Rose York family will definitely not do anything to us..."

Byron, who had never figured out the situation, finally pieced together the beginning and end of the matter from the emotional catharsis of these sailors before they died.

The coordinates of this ordinary sea raid took place in the North Sea off the coast of the Old Continent.

The nearby island nation of the Kingdom of Hattings, with the red and white roses as their coat of arms, has been fighting a war for the throne for thirty years.

Some time ago, these two great nobles who had the right to inherit the throne once again brought their respective vassals to fight bloody rivers on land and sea.

Five days earlier, in the middle of the night, a rare storm had struck the Strait of Dover, the southernmost point of the North Sea, the battlefield of naval warfare between the two sides.

The battle for the throne between the White Rose and the Red Rose was thus decided.

All the male members of the Red Rose Lancaster family, which originally occupied the throne of the Black Courts, disappeared in the storm!

Even the first-class ship [Blue Dragon King], which the previous king Henry VI was riding, sank in the sea.

The nobles and merchants who had been attached to Lancaster kept fleeing for fear of being liquidated by the new king.

Some fled to other countries on the North Sea coast, while others simply went to overseas colonies in full swing.

The Pelican merchant ship, carrying part of the property of a Lancaster Lord Crawford, had departed from Heights two days earlier.

The destination was the southern colony of the Bantaan Islands.

But here he accidentally encountered the [Man-Eating Shark], and was suddenly robbed by this gang of murderous pirates, and the escape journey came to an abrupt end.

And Byron himself was a "wrecked" who was fished out of the sea when the Pelican passed by the outer waters of the original battlefield, the Strait of Dover.

No one, including the captain who died with the ship, knew his identity.

At this moment, he and the Pelican crew were captured by pirates.

"Red and White Roses, Blue Dragons, Lancaster..."

Listening to these messages, Byron's eyes gradually lost their minds.

The wandering and chaotic memories in my mind seem to have been anchored by these words.

Clear or blurred faces gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

In particular, in the midst of a mixture of blood and fire, a blazing red rose coat of arms is particularly eye-catching.

Warmth, admiration, love, remorse... All kinds of intense emotions surged, and his heart couldn't help but throb.

"Ah——!h

In his ears, a terrible scream suddenly shook his eardrums.

Byron shook and came back to his senses.

When I looked up, I saw that the bloody execution on the pirate ship had begun!

On the bow of a pirate ship, a group of burly and fierce pirates are dragging a sturdy rope from starboard to port.

A topless sailor, dragged from the bottom of the water through a keel covered with sharp parasitic barnacles, was dragged out of the water from the other side.

The whole process was like a thousand cuts, adding countless bloody and terrifying wounds to his body.

The sailor had just screamed, and before he could catch his breath, he was dragged from under the water to the other side.

After two or three rounds, the body was in tatters and no longer human, and even the sea near the bow of the ship was a thick color of blood.

This is one of the most terrifying punishments for sailors at sea - dragging the keel!

What's even more terrifying is that as if summoned by the smell of blood, a large black shark fin like a blade suddenly rises on the surface of the sea!

They draw white lines on the surface of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, they swarm there.

Obviously, this is the pet raised by the captain of the [Man-Eating Shark] in the mouth of the first mate Miles.

At the same time, a long plank protruded from the side of the ship.

A group of scimitar-wielding pirates drove a few merchant sailors with their hands and feet tied, and little by little moved to the end of the plank.

Don't forget to make bloody holes on them.

Whether it was praying or cursing, the sailors eventually all kicked into the air, screaming and falling into the churning waves.

After a bloody scramble, they all disappeared into the sea.

Seeing his companions die one by one, despair spreads among the remaining sailors.

This kind of helplessness that can only wait for oneself to be executed is simply mad.

Some of the knowledgeable old fur seals have realized that these pirates are not simply executing them, but performing an extremely cruel blood sacrifice ceremony!

"Compared to that rubber kid who plays like a family, this is the true face of a pirate!"

Byron, who was standing at the end of those sailors and had an equally ugly face, subconsciously said something that made others, and even himself, a little confused.

He was rudely pushed by the pirates onto the long and narrow springboard.

Just a stone's throw away from your feet, there are surging blood-colored waves and dozens of bloody mouths with sharp teeth and cold teeth!

Smelling the pungent smell of blood, Byron's scalp tingled.

If nothing else, he will never have a chance to retrieve his memories and unearth the lost truth.