Another World: My life is on the rise!

He said he liked her.

He was fascinated by her from the first time he saw her.

He said that all the sailors on the ship liked her, but they didn't dare to because their captain and first mate hadn't decided whether to keep her or sell her, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

Because this is the sea, no country's laws can control it, and he is the sailor who has stayed here the longest. Even if the captain knew, he would not expel him from the freighter because of a pet because of his rich experience.

He grabbed the cage and tried hard to drag her out of it.

The rag doll in her arms was pulled out by him and thrown on the wall. The cotton wool and the coin flying in the collision were reflected in her pupils.

She heard the barking of dogs.

She saw her puppy rushing in fiercely from the door and biting his wrist.

It turned out that it had not forgotten her as its owner.

But it was still thrown heavily against the wall like the rag doll in her arms. She only heard the heavy sob and the trace of blood on the wall.

At that moment.

She didn't know where she got the strength from.

She grabbed the rusty nail outside the iron cage and stabbed it hard into his left eye when he turned his head back.

Puff——

That shrill scream almost broke the tranquility of the entire ship.

It was not until a long time later, when the captain and the sailors who were not drunk came, they saw such a bloody scene. She sat empty in the pool of blood on the ground, her face and neck were all covered with blood, and her hands were also covered with thick blood stains. In front of her, the sailor had no movement, or from the moment the nail pierced his brain from his eyes, he had lost the ability to resist.

She stabbed with that nail for a long time.

So long that his whole head was bloody, so long that the old blood had coagulated, and new blood covered it layer by layer.

At that moment.

Everyone was shocked by the bloody scene, and no one dared to get close.

It's not that they haven't seen blood before, but they never thought that this would be something a young child could do.

And it was that hesitation at that moment.

They also lost this beautiful canary that might be sold for a good price.

Because they couldn't imagine that the girl would raise her head and use the iron nail in her hand to scratch her delicate face in front of all of them, as if she didn't feel any pain.

That scene left many sailors with shadows for a long time.

That day she was like a puppet.

With empty eyes, the iron nail in her hand scratched diagonally from the left forehead across the eyes, across the bridge of the nose, all the way to the side of the ear, and they could even hear the clear tearing sound of the flesh being cut.

Because Shirley told her.

In this era.

Being beautiful is the greatest sin...

From now on, no one will hurt her again...

...

She was deprived of her freedom, her wounds were only bandaged in the simplest way, she was accused of murder, and she lost her greatest value.

But the captain did not deal with her immediately because they were already near the coast.

All the barbarism on the high seas needs to be disguised after approaching civilized society, so that they can become part of this civilization and be accepted by civilized society.

The customs people boarded the ship.

They symbolically inspected the entire ship. At a high cost, they obviously ignored the inspection of the lowest level of the cargo yard.

Everything was so orderly.

These steam freighters that traveled back and forth across the ocean continuously supplied a large amount of blood to the entire industry of the New World.

The ship will soon dock.

And after docking.

The slaves and corpses on the ship will also be properly and secretly handled and sent to where they should go after the first evening.

The underground industrial zone that requires a lot of manpower, the minerals that wander on the edge of the law, and the southern plantation owners who have been resisting the abolition of slavery are all very happy to have a large amount of cheap manpower to consume and drive.

In the cage.

She felt the turbulence of the ship.

She was shackled, head down, locked in a cage, the bandage on her cheek was stained red.

Bumping and sailing.

Her little hand grasped the damaged doll, she whispered, singing the low ballad for the first time in the rotten cage, just like when she was very young, it seemed that her mother often sang softly in her ears to coax her to sleep, her lips followed her mother's lips, but she could not make the same sound as her mother.

She also hugged her own puppy, and during the time when it was hurt, she sang softly like Shirley.

It seems.

Such a song can have the magic to soothe the pain.

She couldn't tell whether she was singing for herself or for the injured doll in her arms. Shirley said that there was warm sunshine and blue sky on the other side of the sea, and you don't need to endure those sufferings anymore.

The ship docked heavily.

She heard the sound of people coming and going on the deck carrying goods.

She raised her head.

From the gap between the cabins, a ray of light seemed to shine in and fell into her eyes.

Her eyes looked, saw the light, and watched it fall into the sunset little by little.

That day.

In a trance, she saw the last ray of sunlight falling on the fur of her puppy. It was still squatting beside her, just like the night she rescued it.

It didn't die, it survived. When the night fell, it was just like before when it found delicious food in the garbage dump. It held the keychain with a rotten smell in its mouth.

Her empty eyes seemed to have changed a little at that moment.

Click--

The lock of the cage was opened.

But she couldn't walk anymore. She was dying.

But her puppy grew up. It used its nose to sneak under her body like before and carried her out of the cage with force. It didn't forget anything. It always remembered its little master. In the past, she led it to find food and she picked up a stick to help it drive away those stray dogs.

And now it has grown up.

It can finally bring its little master with it and protect her.

The sunset fell.

But dawn will always come.

On the deck, the transaction under the cover of night has begun. All the black slaves have been brought up from the bottom warehouse, along with the goods smuggled from all over the place. They will be quickly digested before the first night of docking. Many buyers will also wait here early, waiting for the sun to set.

During the day, there are the most prosperous and clean transactions in civilized society, and after sunset, this era will also show you the most shameful and dirty side.

Ship after ship.

Slaves, firearms, women, children, and controlled addictive crops.

On the deck, the black slaves lowered their heads and walked numbly like goods. They were lucky and unfortunate. Fortunately, they did not die from the bumps and diseases along the way. Unfortunately, they were about to face a fate that was thousands of times more terrible than death.

But suddenly.

Chaotic shouts and sounds of chasing came from the cabin.

All the black slaves subconsciously looked over numbly.

At that moment.

Their pupils were dilated. They saw once again the little girl who had secretly distributed food to them in the dark nights. They saw the big dog carrying the scarred girl, running from the deepest darkness of the cabin to the freedom in the distance.

"Catch her!!"

The sailors shouted angrily in the cabin.

All the sailors on the deck also saw the dog carrying the girl, and they almost subconsciously rushed forward.

But at that moment, no one knew where the strength came from.

The black boy with shackles was the first to hit the nearest sailor hard. He screamed hoarsely with tears, and all the slaves on the ship rushed hard towards the nearest sailors at that moment.

The deck was hit in the chaos, opening a path to freedom.

The dog ran forward vigorously.

The girl behind it hugged it tightly.

The sun had completely set.

But it will definitely rise as usual tomorrow.

It will shine on this land, bringing warmth to everyone. It is the only fair one. It will not shine more for you because you are a noble, nor will it give you less warmth because you are a slave.

Shouts, beatings, long whistles of chaotic alarms, and the sound of flintlocks.

At that moment.

It carried her on the deck, toward the direction where the sun was setting, and leaped away without hesitation amid the long whimper.

It was as if every strand of its fur was covered with the sun's glory at that moment.