Traveler in the Pirate World

The biting cold wind always lingers on this bridge, and the iron-hard ice crystals attached to it seem like they will never melt.

Countless people wearing the same thin uniforms worked here like perpetual motion machines for countless days and nights, until they collapsed from exhaustion in the cold wind and became one of the countless corpses in the sea under the bridge.

Completely different from them was another group of people, wearing the same thick reddish-brown uniforms. The plush animal skin clothing looked extremely warm.

Gun butts, short sticks, whips... they beat the slaves mercilessly, shouting at them to work faster.

“Hurry up and get up! Get up!” With the sound of sticks hitting the body, the man in military uniform looked at the motionless man in front of him and spat in dissatisfaction, “Bah, useless guy, the guy over there, drag him to the sea, this guy will not survive!”

"Hey, hey, hey, before the next group of people arrives, can you be a little more economical? This is the seventeenth person you've killed this month!" A man wearing the same uniform couldn't help but say, "If the construction period is delayed, we'll be in trouble."

"What construction period? This thing has been under construction for more than 700 years, and there's no telling when it will be finished. Once we get here, it will take us the same as them, probably a lifetime." The man said indignantly, wiping the blood off the short stick in his hand.

"Hey, don't be dissatisfied!" The guy on the side said excitedly, "I think this is pretty good except that it's a little cold. As long as the construction period is not delayed, we are the local emperors here. As long as the construction period is not delayed, we can play however we want. How many of these slaves dare to resist us? We are no worse than those noble grandfathers here."

His face was full of evil and satisfaction. He liked the life here, just like he liked the slaves lying in his arms.

The men with short sticks glanced at him with a warning in their eyes: "I advise you to restrain yourself. Not all of these guys are sheep. Don't touch some women. Many perverts die from doing this every year!"

"I know, I know, don't worry! I only pick on the weak and I dare not touch those guys!" The wretched man said nonchalantly, obviously he did not listen to the man's words.

After the wretched man left, a scarred man in his forties or fifties came over and said to the man with the short stick who looked unhappy, "Modlin, don't think I don't know why you killed those guys!"

As he said that, he threw a stack of information in Modlin's face. On it was the information of the guys who died at Modlin's hands this month. They were all unforgivable bastards.

"You are very smart. You are just like those guys who spend their time on women. However, you are different from them who use labor to wear down women's will and tempt them with food, clothing, and accommodation so that they can get what they want but dare not take action directly. You use these means to lure and kill the villains you want to punish."

Seeing the undisguised disgust in the eyes of the black-haired, black-eyed, not-so-tall Modlin, the man spitted with disdain, "Bah, kid, in your eyes, we are no different from those guys you killed. Do you think you are punishing evil? Do you think you can save those who are innocent in your eyes? Humph, there will be a day when you can't bear it. Killing a laborer means that the laborers under you will have one more person's workload, idiot!"

The expression on Modlin's young face suddenly froze. He looked at the scarred man in front of him, his eyes full of surprise.

"This is the last time I'm reminding you. Don't do those self-righteous things. This is not the way you do good things." The scarred man said and turned away.

Modlin looked at the scarred man leaving and couldn't help but call out the man's name, "Dayasi..." The scarred man ignored him and walked away without stopping.

At nightfall, the wretched man who had been talking to Modlin during the day died, his neck broken by a kick from a female knight who was captured after the destruction of a non-affiliated kingdom, and the beautiful woman also died, killed by a hail of bullets.

Just like the woman in the morning, she was thrown off the bridge like a piece of rag, fell into the cold sea, and became one of the countless wronged souls.

Modlin stood on the edge of the bridge, watching the woman falling into the abyss and disappearing in the boundless snow. The bright red blood on her body looked as gorgeous and dazzling as a red rose. Listening to the words around him, the boy's face was as gloomy as ink, and his heart was as cold as this winter, with heavy snow falling.

"What a pity! Obviously, if there is enough time, it is only a matter of time to wear down the temper of this wild cat. It's really wasted by this idiot!"

"Yes, what a beautiful woman, just gone like that."

"How many of these idiots have died this year? How many of these top-notch ones have died because of them?"

"That's a lot, but not all women will succumb to time. Those guys are the real ruthless ones!"

"I know this. The princess of a non-member country who was conquered by our East China Sea Army was called Sivir. She had her face disfigured by a knife. What a pity! She was such a beautiful girl!"

……

The coldness in his heart gradually turned into heat, like a person who was about to freeze to death. Fire rose in Modlin's heart, and his fists clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.

Just when his rage was about to consume him and his rationality was gradually fading away, a pair of large hands covered with calluses and cracks grasped his fists.

Dayasi's deep voice rang in his ears, "Boy, what do you want to do? Are you looking for death?"

"So are we just going to watch these beasts like this and keep going like this?" Modlin's voice was hoarse and low, squeezed out from between his gritted teeth.

"Don't do unnecessary things. Take care of the labor in your hands first, kid! It's not easy to be a good person!" After saying that, Dayasi looked under the bridge, then deliberately raised his voice and said, "What a pity, such a good girl!"

There was no sign of sadness or joy on his rough and ferocious face, but the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed. Perhaps only he and Modlin could hear what he really meant.

In the dead of night, Modlin sat by the window, his forehead resting on his forearm. In the dim light, he looked at the broken pocket watch in his hand and the blood-stained picture on it, showing a man in military uniform, with tears in his eyes.

Looking at the adoptive father and superior who raised him and brought him into the army, he once again remembered his words before his death, "Boy, I'm actually worried about you. No one will protect you after I die. With your hatred of evil, you will probably suffer. Alas! Modlin, remember what I said, do what you can, do what you can, don't try to be stubborn or you will lose."

"Yes, I will lose!" The young man sobbed softly. He lost miserably in front of the new commander.

Lily sat on the boy's roof, staring at the white snow in the sky, lost in thought. Her originally fair and rosy face looked a little pale, "How dark can this world be!"