"Dear Captain, I wonder what type of slave you want?

Our Palme d'Or trading company has it all!

You see, there are sturdy colonial natives, butler-type indentured slaves who are proficient in various aristocratic etiquette and financial knowledge, and beautiful dancers in the western part of the continent...

Even if it is a cherished foreign race, as long as you place an order and pay a deposit of 30% in advance, we have the strength to get it back for you. ”

As soon as Byron entered, he was greeted by a well-dressed waiter who enthusiastically introduced his company's "goods".

Follow his fingers, in the exhibition hall of considerable scale, in the fence, in the cast-iron cage... All crowded with piles of shackled slaves.

A man with a good physique, a man in rags, a girl with a slight color, a girl who is scantily dressed... There are indeed many types and quantities.

And, as a normal rule of thumb, what is out there is just the cheapest ordinary goods.

Eighty percent of the best goods are kept tightly in the back room.

Byron ignored the waiter's rambling words, and took two steps forward, but hesitated as if he had encountered something difficult.

Because of the throbbing that made him on a whim just now, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's the matter, Captain Byron, don't you know how to choose?

My experience in the Slave Guild is very rich. ”

Seeing Byron's expression, Gus thought that he was too young to be exposed to such shady things, and hurriedly stepped forward to serve his employer.

Byron, who had no clue, could only temporarily suppress the impatience in his heart, and said with some doubts:

"Do you often buy slaves? Experienced in picking slaves?

But I always feel that this place is not like a place where you can afford to spend money anyway. ”

"No, not to buy, but to me... The experience of being sold is very rich. ”

Gus patted his chest and proudly told him about his great achievements.

Because the sense of innate existence is zero.

In the past, when he really couldn't survive, he didn't want to trouble the neighbors, so he would often go to slave dealers, large and small, and I would sell myself.

Although the people here don't speak very well, at least he likes it here.

Moreover, the merchants were afraid that the slaves would be starved and not in good condition, which would affect the price, and most of them would be able to feed them.

Naturally, Gus became a regular visitor to the Slave Guild.

He even shopped around, and whoever had good food would stay in them for two more days.

Anyway, he will soon be forgotten, and when he has had enough, he will swagger away after the guards are not paying attention, or he is being bought.

Even this Palme d'Or trading company, he has been here many times.

Anyway, it's the property of the Remets, and there's a chance to pit them, and Gus doesn't feel guilty at all.

Unoblivious to the waiter, he stood beside him.

When the latter heard the "story" he told, he didn't take it seriously at all, shrugged his shoulders, and thought the man was bragging.

Anyway, in his memory, nothing like this had ever happened.

When Byron and Eight Fingers, led by Gus, walked to the VIP area with better quality, the waiter slapped his head suddenly.

"Huh? I haven't even finished the introduction, why did these two people leave on their own? ”

It's as if he's forgotten all about Gus.

Only Byron looked at the log entry about Gus and smiled with interest.

The two of them, led by Gus, traveled through most of the cargo area.

When he saw a slave whose quality could meet his own standards, Byron decisively bought it, regardless of skin color.

After a while, Kung Fu followed behind a dozen people.

He's not bad for money now!

Because in line with the principle of no waste.

He secretly sold the former captain Salman worth 4,300 pounds and the [Magic Mirror] West, worth 4,800 pounds.

Those black marketeers who accept all kinds of business naturally have internal channels to go to various countries to get the bounty, but the price is discounted in half to Byron.

But already a lot of money.

In particular, it is worth mentioning that although [Magic Mirror] West is a privateer captain recognized by the House of York, he enjoys the judicial immunity of the Hattings.

But it does not mean that the plundered enemy country will also open the net.

If you are caught by the enemy, you will be executed as a pirate!

"As expected, there were no Lancaster soldiers among these indentured slaves from the Old World.

With the new king crowned, they may have a hard time in the next few years, but they will not lose their lives.

Most of them don't end up here. ”

Byron felt that non-core members of the Lancaster Party would most likely be used as local garrisons, depriving them of all opportunities to make meritorious contributions.

But those who are close to Lancaster and he really don't dare to think about what will happen to them.

his aunt, the former queen Margaret; grew up together since childhood, and is also a childhood sweetheart of the descendants of retainers; Loyal Guardian Knight...

"Mr. Captain, ahead is the Special Zone where the Transcendents are held.

The cages here are all made of a special material, the Spellbreaker Stone.

Whether it is the power of the [Silver Law] or the [Pirate Code], the law, and even its own [spirituality] are all blocked.

No supernatural abilities, including black magic, can be stimulated, and the transcendents are only relatively strong ordinary people locked up inside. ”

Gus led them into the deepest cargo area, pointing to the ten black stone cages in the distance.

There are ten cages here, but only four contain people.

And the three people standing were either too old or missing arms and legs, and they were obviously all defective.

But they were still panting, and the last one lying on the ground couldn't even sit down.

Before they could get along, they heard a voice as shrill as a worm shouting:

"These slaves, Captain [Woodpecker] Maltz, have them all.

But how can there be a half-dead ugly monster in this?

Is it dead or not? I'm going to take them back and use them as petri dishes for bugs, and if the bugs die before they hatch, I'm not going to pay them!" ”

But another wave of guests had already arrived before them.

One of the pirates untied the sword from his waist and plunged into the cage as a club, poking at the sleeping figure on the ground to see if he was still responding.

The waiter who was serving him next to him hurriedly stepped forward to stop him:

"Guest, don't do it, he's just too badly injured and fainted.

Besides, what we sell is raw materials, and as long as we use them before the soul dissipates, it is no different from the living one.

If you stab you to death, you'll have to pay the full amount. ”

The noise immediately attracted the attention of the three Byrons, who were about to approach but were blocked by several expressionless pirates.

Several pirates whispered in the same shrill voices:

"We've already packed all the goods here, please leave."

Behind the human wall, the pirate captain at the head ignored the attendant's dissuasion, and still poked the man's face with his scabbard.

The blisters burst and blood splattered.

Even in a coma, the lying slave still instinctively convulsed from pain.

"Hahaha, I'm really not dead, otherwise I would have had a lot less fun."

The pirate captain was so happy that he seemed to abuse others and make them feel miserable, giving him extraordinary pleasure.

This is when the unexpected happens.

Just as he swung his sword again, the figure on the ground suddenly opened a pair of somewhat hollow eyes.

The intact right hand grabbed the scabbard, snatched the long sword with superb swordsmanship empty-handed, and took advantage of the situation to swing the scabbard and hit the opponent's nose hard.

Immediately, blood flowed.

"Ah——!h

However, the onlooker could see it all through those empty eyes.

The slave did not regain consciousness at all, but acted entirely on his body's instincts, forcibly breaking through the limits of his broken flesh with great willpower.

Godless' eyes had no focus, and he muttered an oath like a dream:

"The king is supreme, and the disobedient will not forgive!

The lord is supreme, and no one can commit it until I die!

Honor reigns supreme, tooth for tooth, blood for blood! ”

Creak!

A sound that looked like the back molars being crushed suddenly sounded from behind the human wall.

Several pirates who were in the way were pushed away, and a figure strode forward to the waiter.

With three points of mockery of the [Woodpecker], as if he didn't care about it, he said lightly:

"I'm also interested in these witchcraft materials, so sell them all to me."