Pirate Kingship

Just as Byron and his party walked into the Sailor and Cat Tavern and began to select people.

A merchant ship named [Rainbow Trout], flying both the pirate flag and the flag of the Golden Palm Trading Company, had just arrived at the dock through the fog.

Thump thump thump.

The Remit profiteer Michael, who had dealt with the [Man-eating Shark] once, swaggered onto the merchant ship.

He held a white silk handkerchief to cover his nose, inspected it up and down with disgust, and then nodded to the captain of the [Rainbow Trout].

"Mr. James, unload the cargo!"

The fierce sailors on the ship immediately held scimitars and were ready for battle.

When the lower hatch of the cargo ship was opened, a foul smell made them frown even though they were already accustomed to it.

The bright sunlight shone into the cabin, revealing the shocking scene inside.

People, it was densely packed with people!

More precisely, they were slaves, slaves from the Bantaan Islands.

This [Rainbow Trout] was actually a slave ship.

It was only slightly larger than an ordinary merchant ship, but the cabin was filled with more than four hundred people.

They lay sideways like sardines in a can, shackled one by one on the lower deck, or even in the stinking bottom cabin with 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 a poor native language, a group of sailors pinched their noses and went down to the bottom cabin to unlock the iron locks on the cabin board.

They still kept the cast iron hand and foot shackles, and were escorted ashore with iron chains.

In the sun, you can see that these slaves have dark brown skin and are extremely strong.

A male can be sold for about 26 pounds, and a female can be sold for 20 pounds. Most of the people on this ship are male, and they can be sold for about 10,000 pounds in total!

Moreover, in addition to the native slaves, there was actually a group of white-skinned indentured servants on this ship.

There are four main types of indentured slaves in the Old World.

One type is bankrupts who are unable to repay their debts and can only sell themselves; one type wants to exchange labor for the qualification of emigrating to the colonies;

The third type is the unlucky person who was robbed or deceived into signing a contract; the last type is the prisoners exiled by various countries.

Anyway, in the Old World, slave trading has never disappeared from ancient times to the present, whether it is for their own people or foreigners.

"Wait, Captain James, why is there a sick person here?"

The profiteer Michael suddenly pointed to one of the indentured servants and asked the captain of the slave transport ship.

After a long journey on the sea, although the condition of the others was not good, at least they could walk by themselves.

But that slave seemed to have no strength to walk by himself, and was carried all the way by the other two indentured servants on a stretcher.

"As far as I know, any sick slave on the ship will be thrown into the sea immediately to prevent infection to other people.

Why didn't you throw this slave away?"

The captain of the slave ship, whose hair was a little gray, but still couldn't hide his fierceness, didn't care about Michael's doubts.

As a second-level professional level [Treasure Guard] of the Gold Yuan Sequence, his status in the Golden Palm Trading Company is higher than the former, and his qualifications are older.

"Haha, this is a piece of gold nugget, how can I bear to throw it away? Take a closer look."

This is the second time that he has been ridiculed for his poor eyesight recently.

Michael frowned and stopped the team of contract slaves, walked forward and looked at the figure on the stretcher in confusion.

Hiss——!

I gasped immediately.

Miserable! It's really miserable!

The countless whip marks on the skin that have scabbed are just pediatrics, and seem to be from the torture device "Nine-tailed Cat" with lead bullets tied to the whip tip.

He had obviously experienced a more severe torture. The nails on his hands and feet were forcibly pulled out, and there were several traces of triangular iron burns on his chest.

As a first-level [Golden Eye] of the Jinyuan sequence, Michael could still see that his left arm, shoulder, and ribs were comminuted fractures, and his internal organs had been injured.

Judging from the traces, it should be the heavy chain flail commonly used by the [Blood Cross Knights] of Hettings!

The wound was not treated properly and had become infected and festered.

What's more terrifying is that his face and hair also looked like they had been burned by fire, full of blisters and blood scabs, unrecognizable, and there was no trace of the original.

The key is that even though he was injured like this, he was still tenaciously alive.

Even if he fell into a coma, he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was afraid that he would talk in his sleep and say something that he couldn't say.

No one doubted that there must be some indestructible belief that supported him and he must not die. His willpower was simply terrifying.

"Haha, how's it?

This was bought from a black doctor when the slave ship docked at a small port in the north of the Hattings Channel Islands.

It was just because he couldn't afford the medical expenses.

Don't look at this guy who looks half dead now, but when he is awake, he is a powerful martial arts supernatural.

In order to subdue him, we lost two good hands on our ship."

Hearing the explanation of the slave ship captain, Michael's mind automatically emerged with this person's experience.

He was caught by someone's conspiracy, tortured, and tried his best to escape, but was beaten to death by the pursuing [Blood Cross Knights].

I'm afraid he was carrying some serious wanted order. In order to avoid being recognized, he cruelly disfigured himself after escaping.

How cruel!

Being cruel to others is not considered cruel. Only those who are cruel to themselves are really cruel!

In the end, he was accidentally sold to a slave trader by a greedy black doctor.

Of course, as a profiteer, Michael had no conscience. What he cared about most was the sales problem.

"This man is so injured that he is already useless.

Unless you find a high-order [Glorious Priest] or [Corona Priest] in the church to consume his own vitality for treatment, there is no way to save him.

Even if you seek help from forbidden knowledge, you have to pay a huge price to cure this level of injury.

It will probably take the lives of several extraordinary people of the same level to exchange for his life.

Can this be sold?"

But James smiled deeply and intriguingly:

"No problem, if you can't sell it as a slave, can't you sell it as raw materials?

There is no unowned land in the old continent, and the sales of these slaves have always been not very good.

At most, some lonely ladies will buy them. The two of them go back to play.

But in a black area like Anchor Bay, who says slaves can only be used for work?

The lawless pirates are not afraid of the sanctions of the church, and there are countless pirates who master [taboo knowledge].

Many ritual witchcrafts require sacrifices, and the bodies and souls of extraordinary people are in short supply.

Most of the slaves sent this time are for the pirates who participated in the Captain's Council. It is still a pure seller's market with more wolves than meat.

We are not only slave traders, but also suppliers of extraordinary materials.

You just came to Anchor Bay from the mainland, so learn something, Mr. Michael. Hahahaha"

In the tavern, Byron's face was a little dark.

"Lamb, 24 years old, elite gunner, handsome, but exhibitionist.

When he was on the ship, he lived with a group of big and strong pirates, and he was always unable to move for more than 20 days every month."

"No, next one."

"Oller, 28 years old, excellent in all aspects, good at singing.

But for some reason, whenever he boarded a ship, the ship would often encounter heavy rain, resulting in a loss of harvest.

Ten voyages, eight heavy rains.

Notorious, already on the blacklist of captains in Anchor Bay."

"It's better to change careers and pray for rain than to be a pirate. No, next one."

"Next one."

Byron had the help of [Echoes of History], so he didn't need those pirates to introduce themselves at all, he could see through them all at a glance.

But after spending most of the day in this "Pirate Talent Market", he really gained very little.

The remaining people who were still waiting in line for interviews were even more difficult to describe.

I don't know where Gus found these old guys, four uncles and three teeth.

Is he a pirate or a pensioner?

Being a sailor at the bottom of the ship is physically demanding. If you don't achieve extraordinary things, you can't do it after you are over 30 years old. Climbing up and down the sails and cables can cost you half your life.

Many reserve officers in the navy are on board for internships at the age of 14 or 15, and pirates are almost ready to retire after the age of 35.

Byron also knew that most of the excellent sailors during this period were taken by those powerful pirate ships, and most of the remaining ones were crooked.

And because a group of people drove up prices, the settlement fee on board was also raised a lot.

It was not easy to get together more than 20 barely usable people, and Byron was a little exhausted.

He pinched his forehead hard, turned his head and asked:

"Gus, is there no one else?"

The local tyrant who had been following him to serve tea and water shook his head with a wry smile:

"Captain Byron, basically all the available ones are here, and the rest are even worse. It's really not the right time for you to recruit this time.

However, have you ever considered buying a group of slaves as crew members?"

"Slaves?"

"Yes, how about I take you to the slave guild in Anchor Bay?

Many slave traders will display the slaves they have just brought from other places in the guild. Their professional abilities may not be very strong, but their physiques are absolutely impeccable."

Hearing this suggestion, Byron's heart was immediately moved.