Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 42: The Lord is Supreme! Honor is Supreme!
“Dear Captain, what type of slaves do you want?

We at Golden Palm Trading have it all!
Look, here are the strong natives of the colony, the butler-type indentured servants who are proficient in all kinds of aristocratic etiquette and financial knowledge, and the charming and hot beautiful dancers from the western part of the continent.
Even if it is a rare species of alien, as long as you place an order and pay a 30% deposit in advance, we have the ability to get it back for you."

As soon as Byron entered the door, a well-dressed waiter came up to him and enthusiastically introduced his company's "products" to him.

Following the direction of his finger, I saw that in the rather large exhibition hall, fences and cast iron cages were filled with piles of shackled slaves.

There were male slaves with good physiques and ragged clothes, and female slaves with slightly revealing clothes. There were indeed a lot of them, both in terms of variety and number.

Moreover, according to normal experience, the things on display are just the cheapest and most common goods.

Most of the top-quality goods are kept in the single room at the back.

Byron ignored the waiter's exaggerated rhetoric and took two steps forward, but then hesitated as if he had encountered some difficulty.

Because the throbbing feeling that just made him feel excited disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Why, Captain Byron, don’t you know how to choose?

I have extensive experience in the Slave Guild."

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

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

“Do you buy slaves often? Do you have a lot of experience in selecting slaves?

But I always feel like this isn’t 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 naturally zero.

In the past, when he really couldn't make a living and didn't want to trouble his neighbors, he would often run to slave traders of all sizes to sell himself.

Although the people here don't speak very nicely, at least they provide food and accommodation, so he still likes it here very much.

Moreover, merchants were afraid that starving the slaves would make them thin and look bad, which would affect the price, so they usually allowed them to be well fed.

Gus naturally became a frequent visitor to the Slave Guild.

He even compares prices from three different restaurants and stays two more days in the restaurant that offers better food.

Anyway, he would soon be forgotten. After waiting for a long time, he would escape when the guards were not paying attention or after being bought by someone.

He had even been to the Golden Palm Trading Company many times.

After all, it was the property of the Remit people, and Guts didn't feel guilty at all when he had the chance to cheat them.

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

When the latter heard his "story", they didn't take it seriously at all, shrugged their shoulders, and thought he was bragging.

Anyway, as far as he could remember, nothing like this had ever happened.

When Byron and Eight Fingers, led by Gus, walked familiarly towards the VIP area of ​​better quality, the waiter suddenly slapped his head.

"Eh? I haven't even finished introducing them yet, why did these two just leave on their own?"

It seemed as if he had completely forgotten about Gus.

Only Byron smiled with interest as he looked at the record about Gus in the diary.

Led by Gus, the two walked through most of the cargo area.

When Byron saw a slave whose qualities met his standards, he would buy him without hesitation, regardless of his skin color.

Soon, more than a dozen people followed behind him.

He is not short of money now!

Because of the principle of not wasting.

He secretly sold the heads of former captain Salman, worth 4300 pounds, and the head of "Magic Mirror" West, worth 4800 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 they give Byron a half-price discount.

But it's already a lot of money.

It is particularly worth mentioning that although [Magic Mirror] West is a privateering captain recognized by the House of York, he enjoys judicial immunity from Hastings.

But it does not mean that the plundered enemy country will show mercy.

If caught by the enemy, they will be executed for piracy! "As expected, there are no Lancastrian soldiers among these indentured servants from the Old World.

With the new king crowned, their lives may be difficult in the next few years, but they will not lose their lives.

Most people don’t end up like 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 I really don’t dare to think about what will happen to those who are close to Lancaster and have a close relationship with him.

His aunt, the former Queen Margaret; he grew up with her and was her childhood sweetheart, a descendant of a retainer; and a loyal guardian knight.
"Captain, the area ahead is the special area where extraordinary people are detained.

The cages here are all made of a special material [Spell-Breaking Stone].

Whether it is the power of the [Silver Law] or the [Pirate Code], or even one's own [spirituality], all are blocked.

Any extraordinary abilities, including black magic, cannot be stimulated, and those who are imprisoned inside are just relatively strong ordinary people. "

Gus led them into the deepest cargo area and pointed at ten black stone cages in the distance.

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

Moreover, the three people standing there were either too old or missing arms and legs, and were obviously defective products.

But at least they were still breathing, but the one lying on the ground at last couldn't even sit up.

Before they could get there, they suddenly heard a shrill, insect-like voice shouting:
“Captain Woodpecker Maltz wants all these slaves.

But why is there an ugly, half-dead monster in here?
Are they dead or not? I want to take them back and use them as petri dishes for insects. If they die before the insects hatch, I won’t pay you! "

However, another group of guests had arrived here before them.

The leading pirate untied the sword tied around his waist, used it as a stick and thrust it 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 stepped forward to stop him:
"Guest, don't do anything, he was just badly injured and passed out.

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

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

The noisy sound immediately attracted the attention of Byron and the other two. When they tried to get closer, they were blocked by several expressionless pirates.

Several pirates shouted in equally shrill voices:
"We have packed all 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 everywhere.

Even though he was unconscious, the slave lying there still instinctively twitched in pain.

"Hahaha, he's not dead yet, otherwise I would have a lot less fun."

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

At this moment an accident occurred.

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

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

Immediately, blood flowed everywhere.

"what--!"

However, bystanders could see it all through those empty eyes.

The slave had not regained consciousness at all, but was acting entirely on physical instinct, using his strong willpower to break through the limitations of his broken body.

His lifeless eyes had no focus, and he muttered a promise like a dream:
“The king is supreme, and those who disobey him will never be forgiven!
My lord is supreme, and no one can offend me before I die!

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

creak!

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

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

With a little bit of mockery towards [Woodpecker], he said calmly as if he didn't care:
"I'm also interested in these witchcraft materials, so please sell them all to me."

(End of this chapter)