Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 40 Slave Guild (Seeking follow-up reading)

Just as Byron and his group walked into the Sailor and Cat Tavern and started picking 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.
Michael, the profiteer merchant from the Remit people who had dealt with the "Man-eating Shark" once, swaggered onto this merchant ship.

He covered his nose with a white silk handkerchief and checked the boat from top to bottom with disgust, then nodded to the captain of the Rainbow Trout.

"Mr. James, unload the cargo!"

The fierce sailors on the ship immediately took up their scimitars and stood ready for battle.

When they opened the lower hatch cover of the cargo ship, a foul odor made them frown even though they were used to it.

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

People, it’s packed with people!

To be more precise, they were slaves, slaves from the Bantaan Islands.

This "Rainbow Trout" turned out to be a slave ship.

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

They were lying on their sides like sardines in a can, shackled one next to the other on the lower deck, or even in the stinking, damp, airtight, hellish hold.

"Everyone stay still. Anyone who dares to run around will be killed on the spot!"

After a sailor shouted in broken native language, a group of sailors went down to the bottom hold with their noses pinched and unlocked the iron locks that were locked on the hold boards for them.

They still had cast iron hand and leg shackles on, and were chained together to be escorted ashore.

In the sunlight, 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 men, so the total sales can be around 10000 pounds!
Moreover, in addition to the indigenous slaves, there was also a group of white-skinned indentured servants on the 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; the other type wants to earn the qualification to immigrate to the colonies through labor;

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

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

"Wait, Captain James, why is there a patient in here?"

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

After a long journey on the sea, although the others were not in good condition, at least they could still walk on their own.

That slave seemed to have no strength to walk, and was carried along on a stretcher by two other indentured servants.

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

Why wasn't the slave thrown away?"

The slave ship captain, whose hair was a little gray but still looked fierce, didn't care about Michael's doubts.

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

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

This is the second time recently that I have been mocked for my poor eyesight.

Michael couldn't help but frown and stopped the team of indentured servants. He walked forward and looked at the figure on the stretcher in confusion.

hiss--!
He immediately gasped.

Miserable! It's so miserable!

The countless whip marks that had already formed scabs on the skin were just child's play, seemingly from a torture device called the "Nine-Tailed Cat" with lead bullets tied to the tip of the whip.

It was obvious that he had experienced a more severe torture. The nails on his hands and feet were pulled out, and there were several burn marks from triangular irons on his chest.

As a first-level [Golden Eye] of the Gold Yuan Sequence, Michael could still see that his left arm, shoulder, and ribs were shattered and fractured, and his internal organs had been damaged.

Judging from the traces, it should be the heavy flail commonly used by Hastings' [Blood Cross Knights]!
The wound was not treated properly and became infected and festered.

What's even more terrifying is that his face and hair looked like they had been burned. They were covered with blisters and blood scabs, and were completely unrecognizable. There was no trace of the original appearance at all.

The key point is that even though he was injured like this, he was still alive and well.

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

No one doubted that there must be some indestructible belief that supported him and made him absolutely unwilling to die. His willpower was simply terrifying.

"Hehe, how's it going?
This was bought from a black doctor when the slave ship docked at a small port north of the Hattings Channel Islands.

Simply because he couldn't afford the medical bills.

Even though this guy looks half-dead now, when he is awake, he is a powerful martial arts expert.

In order to subdue him, we lost two good fighters on our ship." After hearing the explanation of the slave ship captain, Michael's mind automatically emerged with the experience of this man.

He was captured by ambush and tortured. He tried every means to escape, but was beaten severely and dying by the pursuing [Blood Cross Knights].

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

Enough!

Being cruel to others is not considered cruel. Only those who are cruel to themselves are truly cruel!
In the end, he was accidentally sold to a slave trader by the greedy black doctor.

Of course, as a profiteer, Michael had no conscience and what he cared about most was sales.

“This man is so badly injured that he is already useless.

Unless you seek out a high-ranking [Glorious Priest] or [Solar Crown Priest] from the church to use up their own vitality for treatment, there is no way you can save him.

Even if one seeks help from forbidden knowledge, it would cost a huge price to heal an injury of this degree.

It would probably take the lives of several extraordinary people of the same level to get one of his back.

Will this sell?”

But James smiled deeply and intriguingly:
“No problem. If we can’t sell them as slaves, can’t we sell them as raw materials?
There was no unowned land in the Old World, and the sales of these slaves had never been very good.

At most, some lonely ladies would buy two to play with.

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

The lawless pirates are not afraid of the sanctions from the church, and there are countless pirates who possess [forbidden 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 were intended to be stockpiled for the pirates attending the Captains' Council. It was 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 from it, Mr. Michael. Hahahaha"

In the pub, Byron's face turned a little dark.

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

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

"No, next one."

“Ollier, 28 years old, is very good in all aspects and is good at singing.

But for some reason, whenever he boarded a boat, it would often encounter heavy rain, resulting in a complete failure of harvest.

There were eight heavy rains during ten voyages.

The notoriety spread far and wide, and he was already on the blacklist of all captains in Anchor Bay."

"You might as well switch from being a pirate to making rain. No, next one."

"Next."

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

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

It is even more difficult to describe the remaining people who are still queuing for interviews.

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

Is this a pirate or a retirement home?
Being a low-level sailor is a physically demanding job. If one does not have extraordinary achievements, he will be unable to do it after he is about 30 years old. Climbing up and down the sails and rigging can cost him half his life.

Many candidate officers in the navy start their training on board ships at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and pirates are almost ready to retire after the age of thirty-five.

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

Moreover, because a group of people were driving up prices, the cost of settling on board the ship was also invisibly raised a lot.

After finally gathering twenty or so barely usable ones, Byron was somewhat exhausted.

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

"Gus, is there no one else?"

The local boss who had been following him around and serving him tea and water smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Captain Byron, most of the available ones are here, and the rest are even worse. This is really the wrong time for you to recruit.

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

"slave?"

"Yes, how about I take you to the slave guild in Anchor Bay?
Many slave traders would display the slaves they had just brought from other places in the guild. Their professional abilities might not be that strong, but their physiques were definitely excellent. "

Byron was immediately excited when he heard this suggestion.

(End of this chapter)