Pirate's Unlimited Loot

When Bai Lan was sleeping soundly, he wouldn't know Hancock's thoughts, and naturally he wouldn't understand Hancock's inherent pride as a pirate of Nine Snake Island. long way to go.

"Ah, I slept so well." Bai Lan finally woke up after sleeping until dawn. I stretched out, and all the bones in my body were crackling.

Turning his head, he saw Hancock lying on the edge of the bed, his head resting on his hands. His fair face had a long-lost calmness, and a few strands of hair crossed his face, making him suffocatingly beautiful.

Bai Lan, who was a little stunned, came to her senses and quickly rolled out of bed, walked behind Hancock, gently picked her up and put her on the bed.

After Hancock was settled, Bai Lan had the time to look around and saw Hancock's two younger sisters, Marigrud and Sanda Sonia, hugging each other and sleeping on the haystack where Bai Lan usually slept. There was a slight snore.

The cell was still a little dark at this time, and a few glimmers of light came through the narrow windows, making it difficult to tell whether it was moonlight or morning light.

But now that he was awake and mentally and physically recovered, he could start his daily exercise. Bai Lan stretched his body, and after all the muscles in his body began to heat up, he officially started the day's exercise.

"Hoo" "Hoo" "Hoo" Bai Lan tried his best to lower his voice, not wanting to disturb Hancock and others' rest.

He came back in a mess yesterday, which must have worried them.

After completing the planned set of movements, he was already exhausted from his usual exercises, but today he felt like he still had some energy left. This discovery made Bai Lan overjoyed. This meant that he had become stronger, even though he had become stronger in the past. There has also been progress with exercise, but it's not very noticeable.

But this time, after swallowing the life essence of the human-faced lion in the arena, he improved by leaps and bounds.

This further strengthened Bai Lan's consideration of becoming stronger through the arena. Risks always come with opportunities.

At this time, Saint Roswader on the other side was listening to Harry's report.

"Sir, we made another huge profit this time, especially when Saint Cromidal also pressed five million Baileys on the Sphinx..."

"Okay, you did a good job, hahahaha, Saint Cromidal has always been against me, and this time he finally got out of his way."

"It's all because of your wise leadership." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Celestial Dragons were satisfied, it would be fine. Finally, he had revealed his fault for not doing things well last time.

"I am very satisfied with the gladiator slave this time. It even exceeded my expectations. I have a new idea." He suppressed his smile and Saint Roswader said with great interest.

Harry silently mourned for Bai Lan in his heart. People who are targeted by the Celestial Dragons will never end well, but he still flattered and continued: "It is his honor to be valued by you, sir!"

"Yes, a lowly slave should satisfy his master in everything, whether it is good or bad. Even if he is asked to die, he must be willing to give his life." Saint Roswader said wantonly, as if a life It's just a toy in his hand, he can play with it as he pleases.

As the Celestial Dragons, a race that stands at the top of the world, it is just their basic right to treat other inferior races as slaves, and they are protected by the World Government. Once offended, the generals of the Navy Headquarters will be dispatched, which makes them arrogant.

It's not that there are no smart people among the Tianlong people, but standing at the top of the world makes them forget about themselves. They don't need to think so much. No one dares to mess with them.

Moreover, in this world where the weak can eat the strong, how could the Celestial Dragons, who are the descendants of the Creator and the behind-the-scenes controllers of the world government, not have the power to influence the world? Otherwise, they would have been swallowed up by others, so how could they still be so closely protected? , hundreds of years have passed, who will care whether you are a descendant of the Creator.