The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Pongal Castle, social square. .

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong... Under the bright and bright sunshine, music that sounded sweet but seemed full of decadent atmosphere echoed.

Refreshing drinks, delicious food, people in gorgeous clothes, female slaves with scarce clothes, male slaves who are as strong as cattle but as well-behaved as dogs, and all kinds of dancers who are beautiful but have to "tease their heads". This ridiculous, extravagant and luxurious banquet! !

Reg, who was pretending to be a follower, was indifferent for the only time... Even though the aroma of the delicious food penetrated his bones, his body did not react at all.

Looking at those "gentlemen" who clinked glasses elegantly, ate elegantly, and chatted elegantly, Reg felt more and more sick... They, they, didn't know exactly what they were eating with every sip of drink, every sip of wine, and every bite of food. The "blood and tears" of countless people have gathered together?

"No, no...no!!"

After seeing the memory of "Saint Charma" who visited the Kingdom of Goa and bombarded Sabo into the sea, Reg followed the servant's rules and walked along the edge of the square to where the followers and slaves gathered. place...but I didn't see any female slaves with birthmarks on their faces!

It was obvious that Ivankov, who appeared to be "amorous" on the surface, had already stirred up the atmosphere of the banquet and gained countless envious and secret saliva... But Weber, who was supposed to appear, did not appear.

"That ugly girl yesterday really overestimated her abilities..."

"How dare you save the little devil when Charma Kesheng is angry..."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Reg, who heard this whispered conversation, used his cowardly appearance to reach the edge of the entourage... He had no regard for those people who were obviously followers, but insisted on distinguishing themselves in this small circle. Any good opinion: a sad bunch.

"... "

Seeing Reg, a follower with a low eyebrow and a pleasant look, arrive, the two muscular men who were talking fell silent... Even though this guy has skinny arms and legs, his status is higher than theirs.

"Ugly girl? Could it be Weber..."

Now that the plan went wrong, Reg had no choice but to give it a try and asked: "Ahem..."

The two people turned their eyes when they heard the slight cough...it's strange, why didn't the person on the side react?

Seeing the two people turning their heads, Reg turned the radio waves into sound waves that only the two of them could hear and said, "Two eldest brothers, what you just said..."

"Brother, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"

"Your status is higher than ours."

The two people who have become accustomed slaves spoke with the higher status... Reg, who had tampered with the voice, pretended to feel guilty and looked around. The results of the basic training of fruit abilities in the past few months came out: no one can find out. !

A few months ago, it would have been impossible for him to do such a delicate and complicated thing without any movement. Reg, who withdrew his gaze, smiled sheepishly: "It's okay... Anyway, this is my first time here, and it's also my last time. When I go back, you will arrange for me to do better work."

"Oh... I'm so enviable!"

"Will there be good-looking women, plenty of food, comfortable rooms..."

Seeing Reg bending down, although he was afraid of other people's eyes, he did not look down at them from a high position. The two strong slave men also lowered their voices and showed their willingness to talk.

They probably don't know that this is a conversational technique...giving the person being spoken to respect that is consistent with their status.

His appearance of being afraid of other people's eyes, having a way out, and asking for help from others was all fake: "Of course... I'm very interested in what the two eldest brothers just said. Can you tell me more about those adults? Really? I’ll have something to talk about when I get back, after all, I’ll come to this supreme holy land.”

"I see…"

The two people looked at each other suddenly, and didn't mind continuing the original conversation:

"That's Xiaoyue..."

"Idiot, wasn't Xiao Yueyue thrown to that lucky guy from the ferocious bear... I heard that he was played with for a day, and in the end they were all corpses."

"Oh... Is your name Xiaoluo?"

"Uh-huh…"

"asshole--!"

Reg narrowed his eyes and listened to the two men talking about yesterday's "accident".

This kind of thing is very common. A little human girl is working hard to wipe the floor... She just moved a step slower when Charmaco passed by because of hunger, and then was whipped hard by the other party.

Seeing that she was about to be beaten to death, Ivankov, who had taken Weber to dance, came out... So Weber took the initiative and said that he had not educated her well, but he was naturally beaten.

If Ivankov hadn't interceded at the end, both of them would have been beaten to death... As a result, he couldn't come together today.

"Oh, that ugly girl named Xiao Luo was really bold. What happened next?" Reg asked, pretending to agree.

"Hey, that one..."

"Ai Puli took great care of the ugly girl from the same hometown as her and did not put her in a cage to wait for death."

"She was also able to do it. Kamal Saint changed dancers very quickly..."

The two people's thoughts made Reg feel a little relieved... Fortunately, Ivankov, a "long-sleeved" guy, was here, otherwise it would be really difficult for Weber to survive in such a harsh environment.

"Kamael, right...just wait."

After glancing at the guy wearing a funny blue nose, Reg withdrew his gaze... Berg said that this fool thought the air filtered by the bubble ball outside his head was not fresh enough, so he wore this one worth more than ten dollars. Billibel's snort filter.

Snap...then a crack of the whip changed their conversation.

"Here we go...dancing with the whip. I haven't seen this move in a long time."

"No, I've seen it all, including walking through fire hoops, crossing nail boards, and dancing wildly in animal cages... This trick is still unforgettable."

Listening to the various nouns that came out of these two guys' mouths, Lege felt extremely complicated: he could understand what they were talking about just by looking at the literal meaning.

This is Ivankov too, but another dancer?Don't even think about it...just the possibility of being abandoned at any time and then being played to death is enough to make them collapse after accumulating enough pressure.

Snap, snap, snap... an amazing whip sound sounded, followed by a sudden change in the fast rhythm of the music.

Ivankov, who was originally wearing a purple dress as thin as a gauze, which gave people unlimited reverie, danced under the whips of a group of well-dressed beasts... sometimes shouting, sometimes shedding tears, sometimes forcing a smile, but that beautiful dance posture Not a trace of distortion.

This made the group of people even more energetic and more eager to conquer... Some people even made trouble and specifically attacked her feet, but she was able to resolve them in a clever way.

"Holy shit... exchange my sympathy for you! You bastard and bastard!!"

After realizing that Ivankov was actually enjoying the process, Reg, who swore loudly, felt as if 1 alpacas were running through his heart... Feelings: Are you here, old man, at the right time?

"As expected of the "New Humanity"...but now we can only go to hell!"

Reg, who had not seen Weber, did not intend to give up. He planned to convey this signal to Berg after the banquet: Try to go to the "Slave Garden"!

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