Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock and Wrightson were taken to the Tata tree house by Colm and others.

This is a tropical rainforest with trees of varying heights and luxuriant branches. Exquisite wooden houses have been built on these big trees.

Each wooden house is inhabited by Tatas in grass skirts.

Their skin color is darker, their facial features are relatively flat, and their palms and soles are large, allowing them to move between trees powerfully.

Seeing the arrival of guests, all the Tatas poked their heads out of the treehouse and looked at Sherlock and Wrightson curiously, speaking a language completely unfamiliar to Sherlock.

"What are they talking about?"

Wrightson asked.

Kom sighed helplessly and translated: "They say you are so ugly, as ugly as me."

Wrightson scratched his red afro: "Forget it, what's so ugly about my eldest brother? My eldest brother can be considered a handsome man like this."

Komu said with a smile: "The Tatas regard black as beauty. The darker they are, the more beautiful they are. The whiter their skin is, the uglier they think it is."

Sherlock nodded slightly, he didn't care about this.

The patriarch ordered the tribesmen to prepare a sumptuous dinner and invited Sherlock and Wrightson to have dinner.

At night, birds and insects chirp.

The Tata people set up a bonfire, dancing and enjoying delicious food beside the bonfire.

After Sherlock had eaten and drank enough, the patriarch continued:

"&%&&￥%#"

Sherlock looked at Colm. Colm drank some Tata homemade fruit wine, his face and nose were red.

He took a break and translated: "The patriarch said, please ask the hero to help kill the Titan."

"why?"

Sherlock asked as he picked up a glass of fruit wine.

"The patriarch said that as soon as the Titans see humans, they will capture them and kill them brutally."

Kom picked up a chicken leg and took a few more bites. "Thanks to you for coming, I am willing to take out so much meat to entertain you. I have been here for three months and have been a vegetarian for three months."

"Is this also what the clan leader said?"

Wrightson asked curiously.

Kom touched his round belly and said, "I said this myself."

"If the clan leader answers a few questions for me, I can consider helping you."

Sherlock leaned against the sofa made of tropical cotton while the dark-skinned girl poured him wine.

Feeling itching under his feet, Sherlock glanced at the girl, who was teasing him with her big soles.

Black radish, what do you want to do... Sherlock shook his hand and rejected the girl's kindness.

After hearing Komu's translation, the patriarch spoke for a long time.

Colm looked sideways at Sherlock:

"Titan was picked up and raised by a human when he was a child. It was a mysterious man who came to the island inexplicably like you. Therefore, it was very friendly when it saw people before. It even thought that it was a human and got along very well with humans. good."

"Titans also often help people who are shipwrecked."

"Then the mysterious man left, and the Titan met another Titan, and they fell in love and started a family."

"The Titan's wife left during childbirth, leaving only the Titan and its child."

"Just half a year ago, someone stole the Titan's child."

"The Titan searched the entire island but could not find its children, but found what humans had left behind in its cave."

"After that, it started hating humans."

"Every time it sees a human, it will brutally kill it."

"The patriarch said that Titan is living in great pain now. Only you can help it. Killing it will allow it to return to heaven and gain salvation."

Wrightson clenched his fists: "Damn it, who caught the Titan's child?"

Sherlock frowned slightly: "What was found in Titan's Cave?"

The patriarch walked into the tree house, searched for a long time, and then came out with a yellowed leaflet.

Impressively written on it:

List of basic auction prices and minimum amounts for human trafficking {sales targets are criminals and nationals of non-World Government member countries}.

The price ranges listed above include humans, mini-humans, mink tribes, hand-head tribes, murloc tribes, mermaid tribes, giant tribes, etc.

Sherlock frowned: "Black market human trade."

"hateful!"

Wrightson gritted his teeth: "They are human traffickers. Don't let me catch these human traffickers!"

"Although this transaction is a dark one, it is protected by the world's nobles."

Red-nosed Kom said, pushing up his black-rimmed glasses.

"Because these people do not belong to the world government and are not protected by law. The government will not care about them at all. They will even openly sell some slaves with fighting value. For example, beings like Titans can definitely be bought for a good price."

The patriarch took a puff of dry tobacco, blew out thick smoke rings, and said:

"%...￥"

Kom translated: "So it is simply impossible for the Titan to find his child. In addition, it cannot leave the island. There is the body of his wife on the island. Even if it is buried, the Titan is full of treasures." , once it’s gone, its wife’s grave is likely to be dug up.”

"There is also a legend that Titan is the patron saint of the mountain, so it can never leave the mountain and enter the sea in its lifetime."

"The Titan can only kill people to relieve its pain, but its heart is crying and bleeding."

"Clan leader, please kill it and free it."

Kom wiped his tears and said.

Wrightson also burst into tears. He held Sherlock's hand and said, "Brother, we have to help it. It's so miserable."

After listening to Colm's description, Sherlock also felt panicked. The world is so dark, the weak eat the strong, and the classes are divided.

The patriarch nodded and asked Kom to continue to translate: "The patriarch said that as long as you are willing to help, he is willing to let the darkest girl from the Tata tribe stay with you for the night, and will also give you the sweetest fruit wine and the most delicious wild boar meat."

"It's not necessary."

Sherlock immediately rejected the clan leader's kindness and asked, "I just want to know why the people on this island are not affected by the overlord's domineering aura."

After listening to Wrightson's translation, the patriarch squatted down, crawled on the ground, and patted the soil.

Wrightson said doubtfully: "Dirt?"

Sherlock shook his head: "There is a special magnetic mine underground on this island, which can shield the overlord's domineering energy."

Colm gave Sherlock a thumbs up: "You'll know it before I translate it."

"I have one more question, where is my ship and the rest of the crew?"

Sherlock asked.

Kom conveyed his words to the clan leader, who shook his head.

Sherlock put down the fruit wine: "Since the patriarch is not sincere, there is no need for us to talk."

The patriarch was stunned, and continued to ask Kom to translate: "We really don't know."

Sherlock looked at Colm's black-rimmed glasses, nodded slightly, stood up, and pulled Wrightson: "Let's go."

"and many more."

Komu was anxious, "The patriarch said that we can discuss anything we have to say."

"Where are my ship and crew?"

Sherlock asked again.

Kom swallowed: "It is indeed in the Tatas, but how can you be so sure that we know?"