A Captain's Trial Pass
"Giant King?" Bloodblade Savi's heart stirred, recalling that the "Warrior" Pathway he belonged to was also known as the "Giant" Pathway in ancient times.
If this painting is truly related to the Giant King, even if I can't figure out any secrets myself, I can still receive a reward by handing it over to the church.
The thought flashed through his mind, but he forced himself to suppress his excitement and feigned hesitation.
Chandler seemed to realize this and laughed.
"Don't worry, do you think I don't know your situation? Same as always, you inspect the goods first, and we'll talk about other things after you determine their value."
"Given our relationship, it's not impossible for us to deliver the goods first and pay later."
Upon hearing this, "Bloodblade" Savi's face lit up with joy, and he nodded slightly.
He understood what those words meant; it simply meant that a new contract needed to be signed regarding this matter, but that wasn't something he found unacceptable.
Thinking this, he stretched out his large, fan-like hand.
Chandler smiled and untied the outer bundle, handing over the painting.
"Bloodblade" Savi took a deep breath, placed the antique painting, which was said to be related to the Giant King, on the table, and slowly unfurled the scroll.
During this process, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, swallowed hard, and stared intently at the drawing paper.
The blank space on the side was quickly covered.
Savi's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the magnificent ancient palace, casting a massive, almost overwhelming shadow in the twilight sun.
Without any point of comparison, it is impossible to determine the true size of the palace.
But he just had a gut feeling:
This magnificent and imposing ancient palace is the legendary dwelling place of the Giant!
At this moment, "Chandler" suddenly asked in surprise:
What is that?
Savi gave a puzzled "Hmm?"
"Judging by its shape, it looks like a chair?" Chandler stood up and pointed to the deepest shadows of the ancient palace in the painting.
"Bloodblade" Savi, who had signed a non-harm pact with the "Shadow Merchant," didn't think much of it and subconsciously followed the other's finger.
He saw a thick shadow, and there seemed to be something in the shadow.
Savi squinted, trying to make out the shape, and became increasingly convinced that the "Shadow Merchant's" guess was correct; it did indeed look like a chair.
However, its owner must be no ordinary person... Even in the painting, it exudes an aura of majesty, inspiring in me a sense of reverence...
Could this be the legendary throne of the Giant King?! The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and an uncontrollable urge to investigate surged within him.
He picked up the painting as if possessed, his eyes wide, staring intently at the deepest shadow, completely forgetting that there was a guest there.
However, this is also what "Chandler" wanted to see.
The moment "Bloodblade" Savi lost his composure, a strange and mocking smile appeared on his lips.
It opened its mouth and uttered a low, Words of Order:
You are guilty!
You killed someone!
You are guilty!
You're robbing me!
You are guilty!
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You kidnapped a wealthy businessman!
You are guilty!
You are a human trafficker!
You are guilty!
You have raped women!
"You are guilty..."
It's clear that "Bloodblade" Savi's Bounty is well-deserved; "Chandler" took a full half minute to announce his crimes.
Rumble!
A small patch of dark cloud appeared out of nowhere in the captain's cabin, churning and Distortion as it grew larger, with thunder rumbling and lightning flashing within it.
Suddenly, it seemed to open its mouth and spit out balls of lightning.
Some transformed into sharp blades, some into shackles crackling with lightning, some into nooses to hang oneself, and some into executioner's swords...
A hissing noose tightened around "Bloodblade" Savi's neck, lightning shackles bound his hands and feet, a long whip shimmering with blue light rose high behind him without anyone wielding it, a sharp blade flew toward his crotch, and the executioner's sword was aimed at his neck...
Hanging, Imprisonment, whipping, castration, beheading... all the crimes committed by "Bloodblade" Savi will be punished today.
Forget about resisting; he was so engrossed in the "Painter's " illusion that he didn't even have time to react before his neck was severed in three strokes by the executioner's sword.
The commotion inside alerted the Pirate guarding outside.
After tentatively calling out "Captain" a few times without receiving any response, the door to the captain's cabin was kicked open with a loud "bang."
Two Pirate burst in, swords in hand. Their gazes fell on the headless corpse of "Bloodblade" Savi, their eyes twitching violently before they abruptly turned to the "Shadow Merchant":
"You... you killed the captain?!"
They exchanged a glance, then turned and ran in unison, shouting as they went, "Help! The captain is dead! Come and help!"
Chandler, with a smile on his face, leisurely followed after them out of the room:
You are guilty!
You've killed people!
Half an hour later, a dozen or so Pirate knelt trembling on the deck.
Some of them had only recently become Pirate and had not yet committed any crimes, while others, whose crimes did not warrant death, had already received the appropriate punishment.
Lorry did not continue the indiscriminate killing. He hesitated for two minutes between taking them as prisoners and avoiding seeing them again, and finally decided to send them away with a few small boats.
As the small boat gradually disappeared into the darkness, the White Bone Ring floated up:
I thought you would leave none of them behind.
"You can probably guess that even if we let these people go today, we might see them on another Pirate ship someday."
"That depends on their luck," Lorry said nonchalantly, withdrawing his gaze. "If they see you, kill them; if they don't, pretend they don't know anything."
"There are always a few who are terrified and choose to reform themselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly and began to daydream.
One by one, familiar figures emerged from the captain's cabin: Danitz, Old Perry, Klein, Vera, Miles, Edwina...
They were all dressed as Sailor, with clear division of labor and perfect teamwork. They quickly went to their respective posts, allowing the ship to slowly set sail.
"A few people, clean the captain's cabin, and brew a pot of Black Tea."
Lorry nodded haphazardly a few times, Fors, Hugh, Edwina, Audrey all nodded, laughing in unison despite their different voices:
"Yes, Captain."
Lorry raised his hand, dismissing them to go inside and get to work. His gaze swept over the White Bone Ring floating in the air, its expression one of astonishment, and he chuckled softly.
Why are you so surprised?
"You don't really think I can drive it away by myself, do you?"
The White Bone Ring said irritably, "I don't think you can sail a boat by yourself, but what are you fantasizing about having so many women out here?"
You're hiding something!
What gods and ghosts? Old people tend to overthink things as they get older... Lorry gently wiped the surface of the White Bone Ring and slipped it onto his finger.
He planned to seriously consider how to find a buyer for the ship.