Just when Byron and his party walked into the Sailor and Cat Tavern and started picking people.
A merchant ship named [Rainbow Trout], flying both the pirate flag and the Golden Palm Trading Company flag, had just arrived at the dock through the fog.
Thump thump thump...
The Lemitian profiteer Michael, who had dealt with the "Man-Eating Shark" once, walked onto the merchant ship in a swaggering manner.
He held a white silk handkerchief and covered his nose, looked up and down with disgust, and then nodded to the captain of the "Rainbow Trout".
"Mr. James, unload!"
The fierce sailors on the ship immediately stood ready with scimitars in their hands.
When they opened the lower hatch of the cargo ship, they were greeted by a stench that made them, who had long been used to it, frown.
Bright sunlight shone into the cabin, revealing the shocking scene inside.
People, densely packed with people inside!
To be more precise, slaves, slaves from the Bantaan Islands.
This ship [Rainbow Trout] turned out to be a slave ship.
The size was only slightly larger than an ordinary merchant ship, but the cabin was filled to the brim with more than four hundred people.
They lay on their sides like sardine cans, shackled one next to the other on the lower deck, or even in the stinking hold with a damp and airtight air like hell.
"Be honest, anyone who dares to run around will be killed on the spot!"
After a sailor shouted in broken Aboriginal language, a group of sailors held their noses and went down to the bottom of the cabin to unlock the iron locks on the cabin board.
The cast-iron hand and foot shackles were still retained, and they were tied into a string with iron chains and escorted ashore.
In the sunlight, it can be seen that these slaves have dark brown skin and are extremely strong.
A man can be sold for about 26 pounds, and a woman can be sold for 20 pounds. Most of the people in this boat are men, and the total can be sold for almost 10,000 pounds!
Moreover, in addition to the indigenous slaves on this ship, there was actually a group of white-skinned indentured slaves.
There were four main compositions of indentured slaves in the Old World.
One is a bankrupt who cannot repay his debts and can only sell himself; the other is a person who wants to exchange labor for the qualification to move to the colony;
The third type is the unlucky ones who were robbed or tricked into signing a contract; the last type is the prisoners exiled by various countries.
Anyway, in the Old Continent, the slave trade has never disappeared from ancient times to the present, whether it is to one's own people or to foreigners.
"Wait, Captain James, why is there a sick person here?"
The profiteer Michael suddenly pointed at one of the indentured slaves and asked the captain of the slave ship.
After a long journey on the sea, even though the others were not in good condition, they could at least still walk on their own.
But that slave seemed to have no strength to walk on his own, and was carried along on a stretcher by the other two indentured servants.
“As far as I know, any slave who gets sick on the ship will be thrown into the sea as soon as possible to prevent infecting other people.
Why wasn't this slave thrown away? "
The captain of the slave ship, who had some gray hair but still couldn't hide his fierce aura, didn't care about Michael's doubts.
As a second-level professional [Treasure Guard] in the Gold and Yuan sequence, his status in the Golden Palm Trading Company is higher than that of the former, and his qualifications are older.
"Haha, this is a piece of gold. How could I throw it away? Take a closer look."
This is the second time recently that I have been mocked for my poor eyesight.
Michael couldn't help but frowned and stopped the group of indentured servants. He stepped forward and looked at the figure on the stretcher suspiciously.
hiss--!
He suddenly gasped.
awful! It’s so miserable!
The countless scabbed whip marks on the skin are just childish, and they seem to be from the "cat with nine tails", a torture instrument with lead bullets tied to the whip ends.
He had obviously experienced a more severe form of torture. The nails on his hands and feet had been forcibly pulled out, and there were several marks on his chest where he had been burned with a triangular iron.
As a first-level [Golden Eye] of the Gold Element Sequence, Michael could still see that his left arm, shoulder, and ribs had suffered comminuted fractures, and his internal organs had been damaged.
Judging from the traces, it should be the heavy flail commonly used in the Hetings [Knights of the Blood Cross]!
The wound was not properly treated and became infected and suppurated.
What's even more terrifying is that his face and hair seemed to have been burned by fire. They were covered with blisters and blood scabs, and were completely unrecognizable, with no trace of their original appearance at all.
The key is that even though he has been injured like this, he is still alive and well.
Even though he fell into a coma, he gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was afraid that if he talked in his sleep, he would say something unspeakable.
No one doubted that there must be some indestructible belief that supported his absolute inability to die. His willpower was simply terrifying.
"Haha, how is it?
This was bought from a black doctor when the slave ship docked at a small port in the northern part of the Hastings Strait Islands.
Simply because he couldn't afford the medical bills.
Even though this guy looks half-dead now, he is a powerful martial arts transcendent when he is awake.
In order to subdue him, we even lost two good men on board. "
After hearing the slave captain's explanation, Michael's mind automatically thought of this man's experience.
He was caught in a plot and tortured. He tried his best to escape, but was severely wounded and dying by the [Knights of the Blood Cross] who were chasing him.
I'm afraid he was carrying some serious wanted warrant. In order to prevent others from recognizing him, he cruelly disfigured himself after escaping.
Cruel enough!
Those who are cruel to others are not cruel, only those who are cruel to themselves are truly cruel!
In the end, he was accidentally sold to a slave trader by a greedy black doctor.
Of course, as a profiteer, Michael has no conscience at all. What he cares most about is sales.
“This man is so injured that he is already disabled.
Unless you find a high-order [Glory Priest] or [Sun Crown Priest] in the church to consume your own life force for treatment, you will never be able to save him.
Even if he sought help from forbidden knowledge, he would have to pay a huge price to cure an injury of this magnitude.
You would probably have to trade the lives of several extraordinary beings of the same level for one of his to get it back.
Will this sell? "
But James gave an intriguing and deep smile:
"No problem, you can't sell it as a slave, why can't you sell it as... raw materials?
There was no ownerless land in the Old World, and sales of these slaves had never been very good.
At most, some lonely ladies would buy two and go back to play.
But in a black zone like Anchor Bay, who says slaves can only be used for work?
Lawless pirates are not afraid of any church sanctions, and there are countless pirates who possess [forbidden knowledge].
Many ritual witchcraft require sacrifices, and the bodies and souls of extraordinary people are in short supply.
Most of the slaves sent this time are to prepare goods for the pirates participating in the Captains' Council. It is still a pure seller's market with more wolves and less meat.
We are not just slave traders, we can also be suppliers of extraordinary materials.
You just came to Anchor Bay from the mainland, so study hard, Mr. Michael. Hahaha..."
...
In the tavern, Byron's face turned a little dark.
"Lamb, 24 years old, is an elite gunner with fine features but an exhibitionist.
When I was on the ship, I lived with a group of rough and tumble pirates, and I had difficulty moving for twenty days every month..."
"No, next one."
"Olier, 28 years old, has excellent abilities in all aspects and is good at singing.
But he doesn't know why as long as he boards a ship, that ship will often encounter heavy rains, resulting in no harvest.
On ten voyages, there were eight heavy rains.
His reputation spread far and wide, and he was already on the blacklist of the captains of Anchor Bay. "
"It's better to be a pirate than to pray for rain. No, next one."
"Next..."
With the help of [Echoes of History], Byron didn't need those pirates to introduce themselves at all, he could see them all at a glance.
But after spending most of the day in this "Pirate Talent Market", I really gained very little.
The remaining people who are still queuing up for interviews are even more speechless.
I don’t know where Gus found these old guys, four men and three teeth.
Is this to be a pirate or to retire?
Being a low-level sailor is a strenuous job. If you don't achieve extraordinary things, you won't be able to do it until you are in your thirties. Climbing up and down the sails and cables will cost you half of your life.
Many officer candidates in the Navy join ships as interns at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and it is almost time for pirates to retire after they turn thirty-five.
Byron also knew that during this period, most of the outstanding sailors were taken over by the powerful pirate ships, and most of the remaining ones were crooked.
And because a group of people are driving up prices, the cost of getting on a boat and settling in has also been raised a lot.
After finally scraping together about twenty that were barely usable, Byron was also a little exhausted.
He pinched his forehead hard, turned his head and asked:
"Gus, is there anyone else?"
The local snake who had been following him serving tea and pouring water smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Captain Byron, basically all the ones we can use are here, and the rest are even worse. Your recruitment this time is really not the right time.
However, have you ever considered buying a crew of slaves? "
"slave?"
"Yes, how about I take you to the slave guild in Anchor Bay to have a look?
Many slave merchants will display slaves just brought from other places in the guild. Their professional abilities may not be very strong, but their physiques are definitely good. "
Upon hearing this suggestion, Byron's heart suddenly pounded.
