Pirate's Unlimited Loot

In the splendid hall, a tall figure wearing a white robe, a mustache, and a pair of sunglasses sat on a high seat in the middle.

Except for a few huge gilded pillars, there seemed to be no one else in the entire hall, and it seemed a bit empty and quiet.

This is what Bai Lan saw in front of him when he just entered the hall.

"Inferior people, don't you know how to kneel down and salute when you see the noble Tianlong?"

Saint Roswald, who was sitting on a high seat, leaned on his cane and spoke with some dignity.

Do you want to give me a showdown? You are looking down on me too much, Bai Lan thought with some disdain, and then she felt relieved when she thought that the person she was possessing was a 12.3-year-old child.

No matter what Bai Lan felt in his heart, the fact that he was wandering in the world without replying for a long time made Saint Roswald think that he was intimidated by him.

After calming down, he stopped worrying about asking Bai Lan to kneel down and continued: "Do you know why I summoned you?"

Bai Lan shook his head in cooperation. He was locked in a cell as soon as he woke up, and he didn't even figure out what was going on.

"The slave merchant who sold you to me said that miracles happened to you and that you were resurrected from the dead." Saint Roswald said in a strange tone.

"Sir, I don't know what resurrection from the dead is!" Bai Lan finally spoke after listening for a long time. He was still confused, but it was better not to be involved in the matter of resurrection from the dead.

As long as people are alive, they will grow old, sick, and die. People are afraid of death, especially those in high positions, who cherish their lives even more. If the resurrection from the dead is related to him, then he can directly GG.

Hearing Bai Lan's denial, Saint Roswald frowned. Although he was a little disappointed, he himself did not believe in resurrection from the dead, but he would not believe Bai Lan's words so easily.

After Bai Lan was presented to him, he had his whole body examined. Nothing was found that was different from ordinary people at all. On the contrary, he was thinner than ordinary children.

Seeing that the Tianlong didn't reply for a long time, Bai Lan was a little worried. With the Tianlong's arbitrary character, it was not unusual to kill people at the slightest displeasure.

Just when Bai Lan was trembling with fear, Saint Roswald, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"Whether you have this ability or not is not up to you."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands and called in a few guards who had been guarding the door.

"Take him down and let him go to the arena tomorrow. I will go and watch it myself. If you die there, don't blame me for not reminding you. I don't need incompetent slaves."

The latter sentence was obviously meant for Bai Lan. Although he didn't know what an arena was, he knew it wasn't a good place just by hearing the name.

Bai Lan couldn't help but clenched his fists. It felt terrible to let others control the power of his life and death. Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength or even the capital to resist, Bai Lan thought sadly.

But I am lucky to be alive now. Fortunately, the Celestial Dragons are not as arrogant and domineering as in the comics, killing people if they disagree.

But think about it, if the Tianlong people really had no city at all, and always regarded other people as slaves and inferiors, and killed them at every turn, they would have been exterminated many times even if they had the navy to protect them.

After leaving the main hall, Bai Lan was taken back to the cell by the guards. He had no strength at all and had no experience in fighting. He really couldn't think of anything to do.

………………

At the same time, after Bai Lan left, several figures of different heights quietly appeared in the main hall.

"Lord Saint Roswald, do you believe that what that kid said is true?"

"Yes, sir, we all saw it with our own eyes when that kid was hit by a red light in the Chambord Islands."

"........."

"Of course I won't believe it, but you guys have checked that kid yourself and found nothing strange..."

After a pause, Saint Rozwader continued: "The reason why I let him participate in the beast fighting competition is to try to see what is different about him. If he really died in the Colosseum, it means that he He’s just a piece of trash with nothing noteworthy about him.”

"Sir, you are indeed wise!"

"Yes, sir, you still have a way..."

"........."

Listening to the flattery of everyone under his command, Saint Roswader raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but still waved his hand and said as if he didn't care: "Okay, you go down first!"

"Subordinates resign"×n

"Let me see if you can come back from the dead..." In the hall after the silence, Saint Roswader's voice sounded softly.