Whose blood?

What a strange question.

“Is this question important?”

Maud looked at the man's wounds at close range.

Tsk, the old wound has not healed, and the new wound has arrived again, which is a true portrayal of this man.

Such a serious injury, not to mention the injury-bearing capacity, the pain-bearing capacity alone is extraordinary.

The man stared at Maud, and the focused gaze was not filled with emotion.

"important."

He had not been able to enter for many days, his voice was hoarse and low, and he spoke like a low roar of a beast.

Maud raised his eyes and looked at the man.

The look of men who look at people who are looking at death will be unhappy if they are felt by ordinary people, let alone those noble nobles.

You will be tied here and tortured, which is somewhat of a self-inflicted consequence.

"There are naval, soldiers, and nobles on the ship, probably these are the ones."

“…”

The man was silent, but his mouth slowly opened, revealing a neat white teeth.

He smiled.

At the same time, the look at Mode showed a little more warmth.

"Well killed."

The hoarse and low voice was filled with pleasure.

Is it targeting the navy or the nobles?

It is most likely the latter.

Maud was interested and asked, "What's your name?"

"Mars Jim."

"slave?"

"yes."

Jim answered openly and did not seem to care about his slave identity.

Maud thought for a while, pulled out the Qiandi and cut off the layers of chains that bound Jim.

Crash.

The heavy chains fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Jim looked at the easily cut chain, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Without the constraints of chains, he walked down from Xingjia.

The feet, which were poked by sharp weapons, supported his weight and stepped on the ground.

It was enough to make ordinary people feel so painful that they screamed and rolled, but it only made him frown slightly.

"You are very good, it's a pity to die in such a broken place."

Maud slowly sheathed the Chibird.

Jim looked at Maud in silence.

Mode said lightly: "You are free."

After saying that, Mod turned around and left.

This man named Jim has extraordinary toughness.

Not **, but spirit.

There is such a person in Donghai?

But if he and Lafayette hadn't come to the ship...

Maybe one day, maybe two days.

This man will definitely be tortured to death and become one of the cold numbers in this world that will increase every second.

Jim looked at Maud's back silently until Maud walked to the door before he asked, "What's your name?"

"Bacard Maud."

Before stepping out of the room, Maud left his name.

Jim looked at the empty door and whispered Maud's full name in a low voice. Then he stepped away his terrible feet and came to the table where various torture instruments were placed.

After glanced at the torture instrument on the table, Jim stretched out his right hand, which was also scarred, and then picked up a knife from the torture instrument.

Then, he took the knife and scraped the hair on his head with a rough method.

After a while, he shaved his head.

Because of the rough technique, there were more than a dozen wounds on the smooth head that began to seep blood.

Without the concealment of hair, the round mark on Jim's forehead was also revealed.

That brand is not a dragon's hoof mark, but it is also a mark that is regarded as a slave identity.

After shaving his hair, Jim walked towards the door.

Every step you take, there will be an extra bloody footprint on the ground.

On the other side.

In a huge and luxurious room, Lafayette smiled and looked at Rowell who was wailing in front of him.

A bloody palm was lying on the ground, next to it was a fine flintlock rifle cut in half.

"I, I am..."

"laugh."

“Woo woo…”

Lafayette stabbed Rowell's open mouth as he spoke, and then picked out a piece of his tongue.

Rowell's words turned into meaningless whine sounds in half.

“What is it?”

Lafayette had a backhanded sword and pinned his tongue to the ground, and the smile on his face revealed a bit of weirdness.

Rowell lay on the ground with fear on his face, not daring to make any more noises.

"Hoho."

Lafayette smiled, put away his sword, and then dragged Rowell out of the room.

A few minutes later, he dragged Rowell to the lobby inside the cabin.

Many places of this ship are flashy, and the inner structure is built in the style of a castle.

Around the lobby, there were about one hundred and twenty slaves standing scattered.

Most of them have no clothes to cover themselves and can only drap curtains or tablecloths on their bodies as clothes.

Mode was also in the lobby. On the ground in front of him was a bulging cloth bag containing gold, silver and jewelry that had been looted all the way.

Lafayette dragged Rowell to Maud.

"This is the king of Canette and the main person who goes to the World Conference."

Lafayette threw Rowell in front of Maud with a casual swing.

“Woo woo…”

Rowell looked up at Maud, his eyes full of fear, and the blood in his mouth splattered all over the ground with the whimpering sound.

Maud glanced at Rowell, then looked at Lafayette and said, "Just kill me directly, don't bring him here."

Hearing Maud's words, Rowell's body trembled.

Lafayette smiled and said, "Hoho, I just came up with a fun idea."

"Tell me, look."

Maud looked at Lafayette and thought to himself that Lafayette was so interested.

Lafayette glanced at the slaves and said calmly: "Give them an opportunity to vent violence, do you say, will they cherish it?"

In the words, they naturally refer to the slaves around them.

There was a hint of surprise in Maud's eyes at Lafayette.

After getting along for a long time, he forgot that Lafayette is famous for abusing violence.
To be continued...