Pirate Kingship

"Dear Captain, what type of slaves do you want?

We have everything at Golden Palm Trading Company!

Look, here are strong natives of the colony, butler-type contract slaves who are proficient in all kinds of aristocratic etiquette and financial knowledge, and beautiful dancers from the western part of the continent.

Even if it is a precious alien race, 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, a well-dressed waiter came up and enthusiastically introduced his company's "goods" to him.

Looking in the direction of his finger, in the exhibition hall of a large scale, the fences and cast iron cages were all crowded with piles of slaves in shackles.

There are male slaves with good physiques and ragged clothes, and female slaves with slightly colorful and revealing clothes. There are indeed many types and quantities.

And according to normal experience, these are just the cheapest ordinary goods on display.

Eighty percent of the top-quality goods are strictly locked up in the single room at the back.

Byron ignored the waiter's flowery words 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 wrong, Captain Byron, don't you know how to choose?

I have a lot of experience in the slave guild."

Seeing Byron's expression, Gus thought he was too young and had never been exposed to such dark things, so he hurried forward to serve his employer.

Byron, who had no clue, could only temporarily suppress his impatience and asked with some doubts:

"Do you often buy slaves? You have a lot of experience in choosing slaves?

But I always feel that this is not a place you can afford anyway."

"No, not buying, but I have a lot of experience in being sold."

Gus patted his chest and proudly told him about his great achievements.

Because the sense of existence is zero by nature.

In the past, when he really couldn't survive and didn't want to bother his neighbors, he would often go to slave traders of all sizes to sell himself.

Although the people here didn't speak well, at least they provided food and accommodation, so he still liked it here.

Moreover, the merchants were afraid that the slaves would be starved and thin and look bad, which would affect the price, so most of them would let them eat enough.

Gus naturally became a frequent visitor to the slave guild.

He even compared prices from three different shops, and stayed two more days in the one with the better food.

Anyway, he would be forgotten soon, and when he had stayed long enough, he would take advantage of the guards not paying attention or be bought by someone else, and then run away.

He had even come to this Golden Palm Trading Company many times.

After all, it was the property of the Remit people, and Gus had no guilt at all if he had the chance to cheat them.

He didn't care at all that the waiter was standing next to him.

The latter didn't take his "story" seriously at all, shrugged his shoulders, and thought he was bragging.

Anyway, in his memory, nothing like this had ever happened.

When Byron and Eight Fingers, led by Gus, walked to the VIP area with better quality, the waiter suddenly slapped his head.

"Eh? I haven't finished introducing them yet, why did these two people leave by themselves?"

It seemed that they had completely forgotten about Gus.

Only Byron looked at the record about Gus in the log and smiled with interest.

The two walked through most of the cargo area under Gus's leadership.

When he saw a slave whose quality met his standards, Byron decisively bought him, regardless of his skin color.

Soon, more than a dozen people followed him.

He is not short of money now!

Because he follows the principle of not wasting.

He secretly sold the two 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, but the price is 50% off for Byron.

But it is already a lot of money.

It is particularly worth mentioning that although [Magic Mirror] West is a privateer captain recognized by the York family and enjoys judicial immunity from Hastings.

But it does not mean that the enemy country that was robbed will also let him go.

If caught by the enemy country, he will be executed for piracy!

"As expected, there are no Lancaster soldiers among these indentured servants from the Old World.

With the coronation of the new king, they may have a hard time in the next few years, but they will not lose their lives.

Most of them will not fall to this."

Byron felt that non-core members of the Lancaster Party would most likely be used as local garrison troops, depriving them of all opportunities to make achievements.

But those who were close to Lancaster and him, what would happen to them, I really didn't dare to think about it.

His aunt, former Queen Margaret; he grew up with her and was a childhood sweetheart who was also a descendant of a retainer; he was a loyal guardian knight.

"Captain, the area ahead is the special zone where extraordinary people are imprisoned.

The cages here are made of a special material [Law-breaking Stone].

The power of the laws of [Silver Law] and [Pirate Code], as well as his own [spirituality], are all blocked.

No extraordinary abilities, including black magic, can be stimulated, and extraordinary people imprisoned inside are just relatively strong ordinary people."

Gus led them into the deepest cargo area, pointing to ten black stone cages from a distance.

There are ten cages here, but only four of them contain people.

And the three people standing are either too old or missing arms and legs, obviously defective products.

But at least they are still breathing, and the last one lying on the ground can't even sit up.

Before they walked over, they suddenly heard a shrill voice like a bug shouting:

"Captain [Woodpecker] Maltz wants all these slaves.

But why is there a half-dead ugly monster in here?

Is it dead? I want to take them back and use them as petri dishes for bugs. If they die before the bugs hatch, I won't pay!"

But another wave of guests had arrived here before them.

The leading pirate untied the sword tied around his waist, used it as a stick and reached into the cage, poking the sleeping figure lying on the ground, wanting to see if he still had any reaction.

The waiter who was serving him hurried forward to stop him:

"Guest, don't do it, he was just too badly injured and fainted.

Besides, what we sell is raw materials. As long as they are used before the soul dissipates, they are no different from living people.

If you stab him to death, you must pay the full price."

The noisy voice immediately attracted the attention of Byron and the other two. Just as they were about to get close, they were blocked by several expressionless pirates.

Several pirates shouted in the same shrill voice:

"We have packed the goods here, please leave."

Behind the human wall, the leading pirate captain completely ignored the waiter's dissuasion and continued to poke the man's face with his scabbard.

The blisters burst and blood splattered.

Even if he fell into a coma, the slave lying on the ground still instinctively twitched because of the pain.

"Hahaha, he is not dead yet, otherwise my fun would be much less."

The pirate captain was overjoyed, as if abusing others and making them feel pain could give him extraordinary pleasure.

At this time, an accident broke out.

Just as he swung the sword again, the figure on the ground suddenly opened a pair of somewhat empty eyes.

The intact right hand grabbed the scabbard, and with superb swordsmanship, he took the long sword with his bare hands, and took advantage of the situation to swing the scabbard and hit the opponent's nose hard.

Immediately, blood flowed.

"Ah——!"

However, the onlookers could see everything through those empty eyes.

The slave did not regain consciousness at all, but acted entirely on physical instinct, and used strong willpower to forcibly break through the limitations of his broken flesh.

The lifeless eyes had no focus, and he muttered a vow like a dream:

"The king is supreme, and those who disobey will never be forgiven!

The master is supreme, and no one can offend before I die!

Honor is supreme, tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

Creak!

A sound like a back tooth being bitten suddenly sounded from behind the wall of people.

Several pirates who were blocking the way were pushed aside, and a figure strode forward to the waiter.

With a little mockery of [Woodpecker], he said calmly as if he didn't care:

"I am also interested in these witchcraft materials, so sell them all to me."