The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

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Jingle bells, jingle bells...the sound of iron chains is ringing continuously.

The numb soul drives the body, the instinct of survival squeezes out a smile, and the smell of decay permeates the sky, the earth, and the human soul.

"Welcome to Saint Kamal!"

"Welcome distinguished guests!"

"Wow, wow..."

Like the overturned dominoes, the ringing iron chains continued with the sound of kneeling down... Sitting on the body of a strong slave, the Celestial Dragon appeared with his pet and the slave girl in hand: appeared in the spacious, Light can tell people’s paths.

It's unreasonable, everything here is unreasonable... The roads are obviously so magnificent, but the buildings on both sides of the road are as dense, crowded and depressing as briquettes!

"How about it, Minister Berg..."

"This is where we usually play..."

“Isn’t the scenery unique?”

Kamael introduced with a very proud look...The unique works of art displayed by Charmaco earlier stole the show.

After receiving Reg's information, Berg didn't even have to go to the door by himself. The other party took the initiative to contact him and expressed that he wanted him to donate some precious works of art... So Berg naturally proposed to come and see this "amusement park" .

"The slaves of Kamal Saint are so spectacular and enviable..."

"Hahaha... This is a public area. My personal slave is in another street. I said that your king is too incapable of enjoying... Come here, I will show you something special!"

Pa Pa Pa... As if to show off, Kamael spanked the slave under the buttocks. Even though he was beaten to pieces, he did not let out a groan, and there was no tremor in the forward movement of his limbs lying on the ground.

"What on earth is this...purgatory on earth!"

Reg, who followed as a follower, moved a little faster... Berg was a minister and had the right to be carried by slaves, but he could only follow behind the Celestial Dragon.

As for him, he could only follow Berg and walk on his feet...but the slaves around him were not even allowed to walk upright as a human being should!

This stair-like class system clearly marked the rules in the slave park...sad, sad, sad, and I hate it!

Reg, who had never felt that he had a "glass heart", only felt that his three views had been refreshed again... It turns out that human beings can really be evil to the point of being terrifying as demons, and they can also become accustomed to depravity.

Here, no one thinks there is anything shameful about crawling on the ground, no one thinks there is anything wrong with forcing a smile...and no one will stand up and give it a try. They and they have been so patient that they have exceeded the bottom line.

"The habit...is really scary!"

The aura of numbness, despair, and decay flooded into Legg's heart one after another, making his breathing become somewhat heavy.

"Forget it, they just want to live...why bother pretending."

After laughing at himself, Reg slowly took back his feelings...Since he didn't intend to save them, why did he show such sympathy that no one knew?

After all, it was difficult for him to make a decision like Long...it was too thankless.

Snap...the clear whip sound sounded again, here it is: the width of this street is the same as before, but the housing buildings are not so dense, but they are also as low as doghouses, and the people here are all young and ethnic. Different women.

"Welcome to Saint Kamal..."

"Quickly, Amy...bring them all out to me!"

The iron chains rang, and Kamal, like a hospitable host, gave orders to the strong woman in charge of this block... Ivankov, who had a thin iron chain around his neck, glanced at Berg quietly: But Hopefully this seemingly shrewd man will not do anything out of anger later.

Jingle bells, jingle bells... After the rapid jingle sounds, the dense sound of iron chains rang out in the low doghouse-like house: pretty women appeared one after another.

They have their own "house", and their clothes are much better than those outside. They can be said to be gorgeous... Their hands are not shackled, and they only have anti-escape measures wrapped around their ankles. They are even allowed to kneel on the ground and raise their hands. That pretty face is for people to look at.

Humans, fur tribe, snake head tribe, foot tribe, long hand tribe... and three winged island girls!

"How about this, these slave collections of this saint are still acceptable, right?"

Bang...Kamael opened his mouth and cracked his whip, and the slave under him obediently came to the three identical Sky Island girls: "It took me a lot of effort to get these three sisters...I want you to tell me. , your king and prime minister are all incomprehensible to people, so they obviously have such good-looking people, but they can’t do anything about human rights... What’s going on?”

"Human rights are sacred and inviolable..."

Beads of sweat broke out on Berg's forehead... He was afraid, not of the Tianlong who was deliberately making things difficult for him, but of the angry person behind him.

"This bastard..."

Ivankov, who was secretly angry, glanced at Berg again... The other party was also a member of their secret alliance, but he couldn't do anything to help him now.

As a result, at this glance, I saw a cold look that shouldn't be there... Wow!

Ivankov's feet went weak, and the iron chain held by the other party slipped. She received a whip mark on her body: "I have not treated you badly with food and drink!"

"I'm sorry, Kamal Saint! It's just the body, that..."

Ivankov, who pretended to be cute and apologized, was so frightened... The one who could almost scare her to her knees at a glance was definitely that young man!

"That what?"

"The menstrual period is coming."

Ivankov's mosquito-like murmur and shyness made Kamal nod with satisfaction... This woman never gets tired of playing!

After this interruption, Berg also adjusted his expression... He looked away, ignoring the longing in the eyes of the triplets, and then despair came: silent tears fell like this, and the trembling of the body could no longer be suppressed.

"It's really pitiful... You should blame your father, but he personally sold you to this saint. Minister Berg, do you seem to have some kind of cloud method?"

"Those without identity documents will not be given any protection." Berg forced a smile.

"Oh... you are an important guest of this saint, why would this embarrass you? They are the kind of people you said they were."

Kamal explained "kindly", but then smiled sinisterly: "Why don't I give it to you?"

Seeing the hope of the three girls rekindled, Berg knocked them into the abyss again with the next sentence: "They are the sacred property of Kamal... I am not worthy of owning them."

"Hahaha...uh huh..."

Seeing the numbness on the three pretty faces, Kamael smiled proudly: "You are right! But your king is barely qualified. Since I said I want to send it away, let's send it over. "

"This…"

"This is a gift from this saint."

"Then let me thank Kamal Saint on behalf of His Majesty the King."

"Remember to tell your king... to reciprocate with courtesy, the more the merrier!"

Kamal's ferocious, ugly fangs were finally exposed at this moment... This was not only a humiliation, but also demanding and threatening the kingdom of heaven to open the "slave trade"!

Reg, who heard all this, felt calm: After all, who would argue with a dead man?

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