“Dear Captain, I wonder what type of slave you want?
We at Golden Palm Trading Company have it all!
Look, there are strong colonial natives here, housekeeper-type indentured servants who are proficient in various aristocratic etiquette and financial knowledge, and charming and beautiful dancers from the western part of the continent...
Even if it is a cherished alien species, as long as you place an order and pay a 30% deposit in advance, we have the strength to get it back for you. "
As soon as Byron entered the door, he was immediately greeted by a well-dressed waiter who enthusiastically introduced his company's "goods" to him.
Looking along his fingers, in the large exhibition hall, there are piles of shackled slaves crowded in the fences and cast iron cages.
There are male slaves with good physiques and ragged clothes, and female slaves with slightly colorful and scantily clad clothes... There are indeed many types and numbers.
Moreover, according to normal experience, these are just the cheapest ordinary goods.
80% of the best quality goods are kept tightly in a single room at the back.
Byron ignored the waiter's rhetoric and took two steps forward, but hesitated as if he had encountered something difficult.
Because the throbbing that made him feel excited just now 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 he was too young and had not been exposed to such dark things, so he quickly stepped forward to serve his employer.
Byron, who had no clue, could only temporarily suppress his impatience and said with some doubts:
"Do you often buy slaves? Are you experienced in selecting slaves?
But I always feel like this is not a place you can afford anyway. "
"No, it's not buying, but I...have a lot of experience being sold."
Gus patted his chest and proudly told him about his great achievements.
Because the natural sense of existence is zero.
In the past, when he really couldn't survive and didn't want to trouble the neighbors, he would often go to slave traders of all sizes to sell himself.
Although the people here are not nice to talk to, at least they care about food and housing, so he still likes it here.
Moreover, merchants were afraid that starving slaves would cause them to lose weight and make them look bad, which would affect the price, so they mostly fed them.
Gus naturally became a frequent visitor to the slave guild.
He even shopped around to see which one had better food, and he would stay at that one for two more days.
Anyway, he will be forgotten soon. After waiting enough, he can escape boldly when the guards are not paying attention or after being bought.
He has even been to the Golden Palm Trading Company many times.
After all, it was the Remit people's industry, and Gus didn't feel guilty at all if he had the chance to trick them.
He didn't even notice that the waiter was standing next to him.
When the latter heard the "story" he told, he didn't take it seriously at all and shrugged, thinking that the man was bragging.
Anyway, in his memory, nothing like this had ever happened.
After Byron and Eight Fingers, led by Gus, walked to the VIP area with better quality, the waiter suddenly slapped himself on the head.
"Eh? I haven't even finished the introduction. Why did these two people leave on their own?"
It was as if he had completely forgotten about Gus.
Only Byron looked at the record about Gus in the diary and showed an interesting smile.
The two of them walked through most of the cargo area under the leadership of Gus.
When Byron saw a slave whose quality could meet his own standards, Byron decisively bought him, regardless of skin color.
After a while, more than a dozen people followed behind him.
He is not short of money now!
Because of the principle of no waste.
He secretly sold the heads of former captain Salman, worth 4,300 pounds, and [Magic Mirror] West, worth 4,800 pounds.
Those black market merchants who take on all kinds of business naturally have internal channels to go to various countries to collect the bounty money, but the price is half the price given to Byron.
But it's already a lot of money.
What is particularly worth mentioning is that although [Magic Mirror] West is a privateer captain recognized by the York family, he enjoys legal immunity from Hattings.
But it does not mean that the enemy country that was plundered will also be lenient.
If caught by an enemy country, he will be executed according to the crime of piracy!
"As expected, there are no Lancastrian soldiers among these indentured servants from the Old World.
With the new king crowned, they may have a harder time in the next few years, but they won't lose their lives.
Most of them won't be reduced to this. "
Byron felt that non-core members of the Lancastrian Party would most likely be used as local garrison troops and deprived of all opportunities to make contributions.
But I really don’t dare to think about what will happen to those who are close to Lancaster and him.
His aunt, the former Queen Margaret; they grew up together, and are also childhood sweethearts of the descendants of their retainers; a loyal guardian knight...
"Mr. Captain, ahead is the special area where extraordinary people are imprisoned.
The cages here are all made of a special material [Spell Breaking Stone].
Whether it is the power of the [Silver Law] or the [Pirate Code] law, or even one's own [spirituality], they are all blocked.
No extraordinary abilities, including black magic, can be activated, and the extraordinary beings locked inside are just relatively strong ordinary people. "
Gus led them into the deepest cargo area and pointed at ten black stone cages from a distance.
There are ten cages here, but only four contain people.
Moreover, the three people standing were either too old or missing arms and legs. They were obviously defective products.
But they were still breathing, and the last one lying on the ground couldn't even sit up.
Before they could walk over, they suddenly heard a voice as sharp as an insect shouting:
"Captain [Woodpecker] Maltz wants all of these slaves.
But why is there an ugly half-dead monster here?
Is he dead? I want to take them back and use them as petri dishes for bugs. If the bugs die before they hatch, I won’t pay! "
But there was another wave of guests who had arrived before them.
One of the leading pirates took off the sword tied around his waist, used it as a stick to reach into the cage, and poked the sleeping figure lying on the ground, trying to see if he still reacted.
The waiter serving him next to him quickly stepped forward to stop him:
“Guest, don’t do anything, he was just injured too badly and passed out.
Besides, what we sell are raw materials. As long as they are used before the soul dissipates, it is no different from being alive.
If you stab me to death, you have to pay the full amount. "
The noisy sound immediately attracted the attention of the three Byrons. Just as they were about to get closer, they were blocked by several expressionless pirates.
Several pirates shouted in the same shrill voice:
"We have packed all the goods here, please leave."
Behind the human wall, the leading pirate captain ignored the waiter's dissuasion and continued to poke the man in the face with his sword scabbard.
The blisters burst and blood splattered.
Even if he fell into a coma, the lying slave still twitched instinctively due to pain.
"Hahaha, it turns out he's not dead yet, otherwise I would have much less fun."
The pirate captain was overjoyed. It seemed that torturing others and making them feel pain gave him extraordinary pleasure.
Then something unexpected happened.
Just when he swung his sword again, the figure on the ground suddenly opened a pair of somewhat hollow eyes.
He grabbed the scabbard with his intact right hand and used his superb swordsmanship to snatch the sword back with his bare hands. Taking advantage of the situation, he swung the scabbard and hit the opponent's nose hard.
Immediately, blood flowed freely.
"ah--!"
However, the onlookers could see it all through those empty eyes.
The slave did not regain consciousness at all, but acted entirely on physical instinct, using strong willpower to forcefully break through the limitations of the broken body.
His godless eyes had no focus, and he murmured a vow to himself like he was dreaming:
“The King is supreme and will never forgive those who disobey!
The Lord is supreme, no one can offend me until I die!
Honor is supreme, tooth for tooth, blood for blood! "
Creak!
A sound like a back molar being gritted suddenly sounded from behind the wall of people.
Several pirates blocking the way were pushed away casually, and a figure strode forward to the waiter.
With a certain amount of ridicule towards [Woodpecker], he said calmly and calmly, as if he didn't care:
"I'm also interested in these witchcraft materials, so you'd better sell them all to me."
