Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 103 addresses

  Olar Bay, the largest bay in the world, is located in the south of the Republic of Brescia. After sailing out of the bay, the ship can head east directly to the United States of Dunman, where the civil war is breaking out, and sail westward to see the long coastline of the most extensive Bash Empire.

   At this time, on the sparkling sea that stretched as far as the eye can see, a cargo ship approached Damans Island and slowly docked at the simple pier on the island.

  A group of prison guards lined up in front of the pier with guns. After the ship stopped, they boarded the ship and escorted more than 20 criminals from the cabin together with the sailors on board.

  Verak is among them.

   This is the first time he wears handcuffs and anklets. This thing has a lot of weight, and with seasickness, he vomited all kinds of meat and vegetables in the cabin. He is in a very poor physical condition now, and he seems to be dragging his legs to move forward when he walks.

   Today, the sky is clear and dizzy. Verak, who is about to spit out bile, still has a strong sense of nausea. He raised his arms to cover the light, making his eyes feel better.

   "Hurry up, everyone!" The prison guard urged.

Verak squinted his eyes and looked along the direction of a dirt road overgrown with weeds on both sides outside the pier. The dirt road led to a huge building in the center of the island that looked like a fortress. The building was surrounded by tight black walls. It looked full of murderous spirit.

   That should be Daymans Prison.

  Verak thought to himself, and then he was roughly pushed off the boat with the other criminals, and stood in line on the pier.

   "Deputy warden, please take a look." The captain presented the list of goods and personnel transported this time to Lecter, who was standing on the pier basking in the sun, enjoying himself.

  Lecter took the two lists, glanced at the material list briefly, and then took it out and patted it on the chest of the prison guard next to him: "Go and check it."

  The prison guard hurriedly covered the material list, and led the people to trot onto the boat.

  Lecter stretched his waist, and walked straight to the prisoners who were taken off the ship and stood in two rows waiting for arrangement: "This month is so much..."

   Some of the criminals lowered their heads and some looked at Lecter.

  Verak stood in the last row, his messy hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, and he vaguely observed Lecter, whose hair was carefully combed and looked extremely arrogant, from the gap between the two criminals in front.

   Lecter looked at the list of criminals, licked his lower lip, and muttered in a moderate voice: "Let me see if there are some interesting characters coming this time."

  Verak suddenly had a bad feeling.

   "Thomas Chris." Only four or five seconds later, Lecter put down the list, raised his head and scanned the crowd, "Get out."

   Sure enough, he hit himself.

  President of the Equality Association, son of a large consortium, with the blessing of dual identities, Verak can't stand out if he wants to.

  Verak walked around to the front of the first row from the side, watching Lecter.

   "Are you Chris?" Lecter asked with his head tilted.

"Yes." Verac never thought of pretending to be Chris to survive after confessing the truth to Boyne, but now he doesn't know the details of the man in front of him, so he hastily abandoned Chris' identity, maybe it will make far away Equality in Laizein would be affected, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still complied.

   "I am also from Laizein." Lecter smiled with some surprise, "The phonograph in my office is still produced by your company, what a fate."

  Verak couldn't figure out the way this person went, so he just let out a "hmm".

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself." Lecter moved his gaze from Verak to the front of all the criminals, "I am Fernando Lecter, the deputy warden of this prison. Next, the second half of your life Will spend time with me. We have a long, long time with each other, so it is necessary to get to know each other. Now, Chris will be the first to introduce himself."

   Behind Lecter, a row of prison guards with guns were expressionless, and the other half of the people who counted and moved the goods were not surprised by this.

   "Introduce yourself?" Verak was stunned.

   Logically speaking, shouldn’t they be taken directly to prison? Now what's the deal with introducing yourself to fellow inmates and prison guards on the pier?

   "Let's get started." Lecter clapped his hands with anticipation.

  Verak frowned, facing Lecter, took a deep breath: "My name is Thomas Chris, from—"

"Speak up, and as a nobleman, isn't it impolite to introduce you only to me? Everyone present will see you with their heads down. How about this, you can try to make an introduction while turning around." Wei Lacker hadn't said much before Lecter cut him off to be critical.

  Introducing himself to a group of inexplicable people, and talking in a funny way while turning around, it is clear that he wants to embarrass and make a fool of Veraker.

   "Okay, start again!" Lecter clapped his hands again.

  Verak stretched out his hand to push back the hair covering his eyes, revealing his tired but still sharp eyes, staring at Lecter.

   "Huh?" Seeing that Veraker hadn't spoken for a long time, Lecter snorted with a smile.

There was another four or five seconds of silence, and Veraker glanced at Lecter impatiently, did not turn around as he said, but still only faced him, and said in a deep voice: "My name is Thomas Chris, from Lazer because."

   After the extremely brief introduction, Verak turned around and returned to the team.

   Lecter's smile froze, he watched Verak turn back and stand still, deathly silent.

   This is the first time Lecter has been disobeyed since he took office as the deputy warden of Daimans Prison for half a year. Standing behind Lecter, the prison guards who were used to it were also interested. They made eye contact with each other, and then focused their eyes on Verak in a playful manner.

  The movement of the person carrying the goods next to him has also slowed down a lot visible to the naked eye, waiting for a good show.

  Verak didn't mean to provoke the warden when he came here, but he didn't want to be insulted when he came here. Fletcher trampled on his dignity in his last life and cast a huge psychological shadow on him. He still remembers it vividly, and he is unwilling to repeat the same mistakes. What's more, even if the deputy warden was provoked because of this, the situation that was already bad to the end could get worse.

"This is not Laizein." Lecter folded the roster and stuffed it into his pocket, "All the power you had in Laizein has been wiped out. I think...you may need a little time to adapt .”

  Verak didn't speak.

"Bring them back, the guy named Chris is not in a hurry to arrange a cell, I will personally find him a suitable one." Lecter did not get angry on the spot, but calmly turned his head and told the prison guards, and then went up He got into the only car on Daymans Island and returned to the prison first.

  (end of this chapter)