(PS: I suddenly realized that Chapter 1592 had been posted twice, so I had to hurriedly revise it. What you're seeing now is Chapter 1593. There's no way to change the chapter number, so I'll have the editor fix it tomorrow.)
Pestilen naturally knew Redbeard was talking nonsense. The matter of the sacrifices had been explained days ago; there was no reason for Redbeard and his men to wait until right before the operation began to get it done. This was Athkatla, the maritime transportation hub of the entire western coast. While slave trading was prohibited within Athkatla itself, no one knew how many slaves passed through Athkatla every year on their way elsewhere. If they wanted sacrifices, couldn't they just spend money to buy slaves in those hidden ports? What was so difficult about that?
However, Pestilen had no intention of exposing him, because there was no point. Other than himself, everyone involved in this operation was a sacrifice. No matter how bad Pestilen's temper was, he would not bother arguing with a dead man. That was also why he had allowed his subordinates to run wild on the way to Athkatla. They had come here to die, so there was nothing wrong with letting them indulge themselves a little beforehand.
"All right, I didn't ask for your reasons. I only want to know whether all preparations have been completed. I don't know what your superior told you, but I can tell you this: the enemy we'll be facing this time will be a hundred times more terrifying than every enemy you've encountered before. So, for the sake of your own life, I hope nothing has gone wrong on your end."
Although they were all sacrifices, those above had not said they definitely had to die. Thus, while Pestilen