Three days later.
Dressed like savages, Tony, Asti, and Dina were kneeling on the deck of the boat.
Holding control of the helm, Darlius was the first to spot Mont Saint-Michel.
Their destination lay right in front of them.
He alerted the others, who had finished preparing.
Approaching the edge, Hikiri asked:
— Darlius, in how many minutes will we arrive?
In a calm tone.
— Thirty minutes. No more, so be ready.
Declared Darlius.
— Anyway, it’s either we’re ready, or it’s death. And I doubt anyone here wants to die.
Added Aconé, in a carefree tone.
With those fine words, silence fell.
For the long thirty minutes.
............
At one of the ports, ard cultivators—who had been alerted by slaves to the approach of a boat—were waiting to see who had dared co here.
Several voices echoed among the cultivators.
One roared:
— Are they insane? By coming here, they’re rushing straight to their deaths.
Another drooled:
— I hope there are won, sothing to amuse myself with.
Letting a hideous laugh escape his lips.
— But what about the three girls you left with?
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Another asked him.
— Let’s stop laughing.
He flashed an even more hideous smile.
— I first took the liberty of amusing myself with their bodies. Then I tortured them slowly. And to finish, I drove several knives into each of the three…
He said in a tone of exasperating normalcy.
Silence. The whole group burst into laughter, congratulating him on his actions.
Many slaves were revolted. But none of them wanted to end up like those three girls.
When the one who seed to be the leader signaled them to stop all noise.
The intruder boat had just docked.
The gangway lowered. And a man descended from the boat, then walked toward them.
Preparing for any kind of nasty surprise, all the cultivators present went on high alert.
The man stopped in front of the leader and gave him a salute by lowering his pelvis.
Placing his hand on his sword, the leader looked him straight in the eyes.
— Tell who you are. How many of you are on this boat? Why have you co, and where do you co from?
The leader ordered curtly.
Keeping his pelvis lowered, the man spoke without much resistance.
— My na is Darlius. There are seven of us on this ship. Three of whom are mbers of the Chang clan. We co from the city of the seas, so nad by the Chang clan. We were there as spies, but there was a revolt within their clan. We managed to leave in ti, capturing three prisoners.
But I must ntion that I believe this city is now destroyed.
Shared Darlius, calm and composed.
Following this information, many cultivators discussed it among themselves, shocked to learn that this great city of the Chang clan had been destroyed.
— Show the prisoners and I might be inclined to believe you. And tell your crew to co down here. I want to see everyone.
The leader demanded.
As if he expected it, Darlius struck the hull of the ship twice.
Monts later, everyone descended.
And threw to the ground the three dressed like savages.
— Good, tell their ranks, Darlius.
The leader exclaid.
— Well, the woman is rank four. The dark-skinned man is rank five.
And the boy is rank four.
They were relatively easy to capture.
Darlius pointed out.
Examining their clothes, the leader could see the Chang clan logo on their garnts.
Signaling to three of his soldiers, he ordered them to throw the three prisoners into cells.
Refocusing on Darlius, he inford him of his decision.
— You may stay. But only two weeks. As you can see, this isn’t a city here, but an island transford to hold slaves or mbers of the Chang clan. The only ones who live here are the soldiers, so rank eight and seven.
The leader declared.
— Will you kill the prisoners?
Darlius asked quickly.
— No, anyway, they don’t seem to have affinity cards. We prefer to let them stew for two centuries, then kill them. But since they haven’t reached rank six, I think we’ll give them fifty years, then hand them over to Rezu.
He said with a smile.
The slaves, not far away, already pitied these three. Rezu was a madman who loved bringing misfortune and suffering to others.
— And how should I address you?
Darlius asked.
— Vido. After that, you can also call “the fine blade.”
Vido replied.
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