The Volcano of the Pirate

Great Route, Leayin Island.

Outside the slave shop, Gilder Tezzolo sat cross-legged on the ground.

With an excited look on his face, he said to the iron cage:

“Stella !!”

“I’ll save enough money right away!”

“Look! You see!

“One more month! No!!! ”

Half a month!!”

“In just half a month, we will be able to be together!”

Saying that, he secretly revealed a little of the money in his arms to the blonde and gentle woman.

Stella smiled softly,

“Really!”

“That’s great.”

Tezzolo nodded heavily:

“Yes!”

“We’ll be then…”

Stella just looked at him tenderly, nodding her head constantly.

In fact, she was also very happy, but until the last moment, she did not dare to hope for luxury….

The kind that has hope and is destroyed … She has experienced so much in her short life….

Unconsciously, they chatted for a long time.

The owner of the slave shop came out and said helplessly:

“Okay, okay, don’t block here and delay my business.”

“It’s been three years, and it’s not worse than this day or two.”

Tezzolo got up embarrassedly and smiled at the boss, sorry.

The boss waved his hand and let him leave on his own.

Stella and the boss looked at the disappearing Tezzolo figure and took a puff of smoke:

“Congratulations, this silly boy is about to save enough money.”

Stella looked tenderly at the place where Tezzolo disappeared:

“And thank you boss, you didn’t sell me.”

The slave shop owner shook his head:

“Actually, I have seen a lot of human suffering.”

“But it’s the first time I’ve seen you two so interesting.”

“I also want to see how far that silly boy can go.”

“I didn’t expect it…”

A sound of footsteps from leather shoes appeared, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Looking at the man in a black suit standing in front of him, the slave shop owner tentatively spoke:

“Hello, are you buying slaves?”

And this man in a black suit, the first words made the slave shop owner cold and unable to think:

“I am the guard of the saint of Francen, you don’t have to know the name.”

“Just to inform you that Franstin Saint has taken a fancy to this slave.”

“You know what to do.”

“Huh?”

The slave shop owner snorted:

“Yes! Be! Be!

“Since it is Lord Franstin Saint who has taken a fancy to her, it is her honor!”

“I’ll give her keys right now…”

the man in the black suit interrupted him:

“No need.”

“Franstin Saint is not short of a slave money.”

“How much money is how much money it should be.”

“And that kid just now, he will come every day.”

The slave shop owner quickly nodded:

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“That kid comes here every day at four o’clock in the afternoon.”

The man in the black suit nodded:

“Very good, tomorrow at four o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Franstin Saint come and pick up the goods, and I will be ready when the time comes.”

The slave shop owner nodded frantically:

“Understood!!”

The man in the black suit turned and left, a long time later.

The slave shop owner slumped on the ground, covered in a cold sweat.

No way, although he runs this, his fear of Draco is no different from that of others.

If you accidentally annoy these big people, you will die casually…

Struggling to get up, he looked at Stella:

“Damn things, prepare well, and tomorrow we will go with Draco to enjoy the blessings.”

After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.

There are no good people who can do this line of work, and Tezzolo almost can’t look at that little money at all, so he wants to avoid it directly.

He just watched the excitement with Stella and Tezzolo, showed his compassion and pity, and enjoyed the feeling of being on top.

But when because these two people let him provoke Draco, and was ordered by Draco’s guards like a dog in front of slaves, it was strange to be angry.

Stella in the cage hugged her knees and trembled:

“Again, obviously there was just a little hope, but it was shattered in a blink of an eye…”

Why….

“Do this to me…”

His head was buried deep in his knees, and tears kept pouring out.

Inside the largest building in town.

Everything was renovated to welcome Draco.

Inside the building, in the resplendent hall, Francistine Saint-Saint-Tensi eats snacks.

My mind recalled the scene I saw by chance during the day, the harsh smile…

The man in the black suit who returned walked quickly to his side, leaned over and said

, “Honorable Saint Franctin, what you have commanded has been done.”

Franstin Saint nodded casually:

“That kid will go every day.”

The man in the black suit nodded:

“Yes, every day at four o’clock in the afternoon, he will show up in the slave shop.”

Franstin Saint suddenly laughed and became more and more perverted.

“Good, good, good.”

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

“What kind of expression would it be to ruin the hope of that untouchable, it’s so funny.”

“Boom!”

The evil smile with a hideous twisted face.

That long-standing high has made some people begin to gradually pervert….

—-

the next day.

When he was full of joy and couldn’t wait to come to the slave shop, he was stunned to see his lover.

At this time, Stella was unusually haggard, and did not have the smile of the past.

Tezzolo quickly ran to the railing, grabbed it and tried to stick his head in:

“Stella! Are you okay!

“What’s wrong!!

“Stella !!”

Hearing Tezzolo’s shout, Stella finally came to her senses.

Looking at Tezzolo, he showed a desperate smile, and before he could open his mouth, a disgusting laugh sounded.

“Boom!”

A Draco suddenly came out of the shop with two guards, and the owner of the slave shop nodded and followed behind.

Without waiting for Draco’s instructions, he took the initiative to open the cell door, dragged the iron chain around Stella’s neck, and handed it to Franstin Saint.

Tezzolo watched Stella being treated like this, and angrily rushed forward to grab the chain.

And the guard beside the saint of Francen appeared directly in front of him and gave him two slaps.

Syllable! Syllable!

Pressed to the ground, Tezzolo’s face was covered in blood.

Franstin Saint smiled distortedly and looked at Tezzolo:

“What a good slave.”

“I will love her well.”

“After all, it’s wonderful that the world can buy anything with money.”

“Boom!”

Looking at Tezzolo, who was struggling madly and angry on the ground, he satisfied his perverted psychology and smiled with satisfaction.

He tugged on the chain in his hand and walked back.

Stella, who was driven back by the iron chain around her neck, tears continued to slide from the corners of her eyes.

The last time he showed that familiar gentle smile to Tezzolo:

“Thank you.”

“I am very happy to have your heart.”

“I feel happy from the bottom of my heart.”

“Tezzolo.”

Looking at Stella, who was gradually dragged away, Tezzolo went crazy…

A few days later, the Holy Land of Mary Joya.

A dimly lit torture room.

Whoops –

“AAAAAAAAA!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

A sound of scalding meat sounded, and Tezzolo, who deliberately committed a great crime and was captured as a slave to the Draco, was branded with a soldering iron on the hooves of the Tensho Dragon.

Looking at Tezzolo, who was so painful that he rolled his eyes and struggled, the Draco holding the soldering iron laughed pervertedly:

“Boom

…”

The painfully struggling Tezzolo still has the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

“As long as you are also a slave of the Draco, you can meet Stella…” —-

Holy Land, Mary Joya.

The five old stars gathered in the huge white palace as usual.

The five old stars holding the crutches looked at these people and said,

“What do you think of that dragon?”