The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

The next evening, Bright finally showed up.

"All the checkpoints in the transportation channel have been cleared, and the first batch of slave transfers will be carried out tonight."

Mr. Major General spoke briefly, but his dusty face could not hide the confidence and pride he exuded from the bottom of his heart.

The efficiency is so fast! From being pragmatic to pragmatic, it turns out that only a frustrating experience is enough. After all, how can an Extraordinary who can be successfully promoted to Sequence Five be a complete idiot... Louise looked at it deeply

He glanced at it and asked aloud:

"In other words, our mission is about to be completed?"

Bright replied calmly: "It's more than half done. You can choose to come tonight to 'participate' in the first slave transfer operation."

I heard a faint hint of showing off from this sentence... However, this did not conflict with Louise's purpose. She had no reason to refuse, so she said with a smile:

"It seems that as a 'spectator', I only need a pair of eyes to enjoy the success."

Brett paused for a moment and sighed with a serious expression:

"This is the first step for me to get out of the trough. You can witness all this on behalf of Ianna. Sooner or later, I will get back double what I have lost."

Louise responded with a smile: "I'm looking forward to that day."

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Of course, Enmatt Port is not just a super-large ship parking port. On some unknown coasts that are unremarkable during the day, it is likely to become a private port at night.

Because the facts are right in front of Louise.

A large steam and wind-powered sailing ship disguised as a passenger ship was slowly approaching the shore through all obstacles. With the sound of a whistle, the ship safely docked.

"Ouch, ow!"

"Get rich, get rich!"

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Louise pointed to the group of people in different clothes gathered together on the shore. From a rough inspection, there were at least several hundred people cheering enthusiastically.

"Who are they?"

Brett replied with some disdain: "Local gangsters."

"With the army unable to be mobilized, we can only use these low-level gangsters who can be seen everywhere to make up the numbers. Although this is very unsafe, the advantage is that even if we are exposed, we can escape in time and will not be caught by the three major churches.

handle."

When talking about the latter part, Mr. Major General's tone gradually became angry and harsh, as if he was remembering his own personal experience.

Louise nodded lightly and made no further comments.

After the ship came to a stop, a group of strong men dressed as sailors jumped down from the deck, all holding firearms. Their movements were neat and orderly, and they were obviously more well-trained. This caused the gang members to slowly fall silent and couldn't help but step back and watch.

Once they see something bad happening, they will flee in all directions.

Under the illumination of the crimson moonlight, a figure of average height, neither fat nor thin, quickly appeared. He quickly glanced around, and then trotted towards Louise and the two of them.

The man's skin was brown and red, and he had obvious Southern Continent ancestry. His facial features were unremarkable, making it difficult to remember.

Because of his grin, part of his teeth were exposed. The third tooth on the upper left shone with gold, and was a gold-inlaid denture. He looked like a wealthy landlord.

"His name is Barron. He is personally responsible for most of the slaves captured in the Southern Continent this time." Bright introduced simply.

The man named Barron was a little out of breath. After taking two deep breaths, he bowed and asked:

"Your Majesty Major General, can the operation begin?"

Brett glanced at Louise and said lightly: "I am no longer a major general."

Barron's smile did not diminish, but became more enthusiastic. He had a strong Backlund accent, which seemed to be deliberate, and he complimented:

"This is only temporary. You will be reinstated soon, and maybe one day, I will address you as Your Majesty the General."

Brett did not continue to refute and ordered in a deep voice:

"As the operation begins, be careful not to let those rabble disturb the order."

"Understood." Barron bowed deeply, then turned and left, gesturing towards his companions on the deck of the ship.

Amidst the continuous noise and noise, rows of "slaves" with ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and brown-red or brown-black skin slowly walked off the ship.

There are both men and women, old and young. The older ones have numb expressions and mechanically follow the steps of their predecessors. Some are holding their own children, and more are letting their children walk on the rugged coast... It's not that they don't love, but because they are thin.

The bones were ragged and without any strength, and he could only walk like a zombie under the continuous whipping.

The fate of these people has been determined. They will consume their limited lives in day-to-day hard work and then be replaced by the next batch.

Louise was feeling sorry for these miserable people in her heart, but there was no sympathy or even emotion in her eyes.

She saw a one-meter-tall little girl fall to the ground and then be pulled up by an adult next to her, as if she was pulling a carrot.

These teenagers and even several-year-old children have no labor force to exploit at all, but if they are left in the southern continent, they will probably end up fending for themselves. More importantly, it will increase the possibility of exposure... In this way, it seems that

Being caught in Backlund turned out to be a good thing!

Following this long human-shaped dragon, Louise didn't even notice a single slave trying to escape. Once someone fell behind, they would be beaten and kicked by gang members, and even dragged along the hard gravel road, with miserable wailing and faint expressions.

The smell of blood could not arouse anyone's attention.

It wasn't until the members at the front reached their destination that the eyes of these slaves had a little light.

It was a manor built in the suburbs. It was very large and it could be seen that it was maintained very carefully. Unfortunately, its owner had drifted to some uninhabited island...

Jack and Alonso are waiting in the manor to take over the first batch of slaves and arrange them into the prepared temporary residence.

"There was no accident, right?" Brett asked.

"Everything is normal." The older Jack replied solemnly.

"Very good." Brett's tense body relaxed a lot, he breathed a sigh of relief silently, and said:

"The second batch will be escorted by you two, and I will guard it here."

"Understood." Jack's answer was as simple and clear as ever. He turned back and gave Alonso a look, leading him to tidy up the excited gang members and set off to the dock where the ship docked.

Entering a bright room in the manor, Brett was obviously in a good mood. He took the initiative to pour two glasses of red wine and invited:

"have a drink."

Louise was standing by the window, looking calmly at the busy manor. After hearing this, she turned around, a gold coin bounced out of the palm of her back, caught it again, and then responded with a smile:

"What I wish for."