After hearing what Del had said, Akar and Nox comnted about the dangers of the North Sea for so minutes. At the sa ti, Peter stood there, watching and listening to these individuals.
Peter was unaware of the existence of the group of pirates who had kidnapped Emlyn or that those who captured him were mbers of an organization that even possessed Spiritual Emperors!
"Why would an organization of such strength care about the north of the Central Continent?" He wondered, trying to understand why this intrusion of such a foreign power into this weakened place.
Such a thing was not common to see!
This was very different from what the sects of the Flaming Empire did. After all, while the sects of this empire were looking for young talents, organizing the Spiritual Tournant for thousands of years, this group of pirates was operating in the shadows, rarely exposing themselves.
In fact, in the northern part of the Central Continent, the ordinary people were not even aware of this power, which was marked by a red triangle. This could be seen from the fact that the young Stuart did not recognize this symbol when Emlyn told her story to him!
Only a few people from the criminal underworld and a few noble families in the region were aware of a part of the might of this pirate organization, which was unquestionably as strong as the Flaming Empire's sects.
But obviously, none of these people knew how powerful this mysterious organization was, that neither one of them knew where it ca from, nor why it was here.
They just seed to finance a few groups of pirates and bandits without interfering further in these areas...
Anyway, after talking for a while, before saying goodbye and going back to his own business, Akar suddenly looked at Del and asked. "Del, are you guys going to hang around any longer?"
"Fortunately, no, haha. I'm leaving this shitty town in a few hours. I will go to the Cromwell Kingdom to do business."
Hearing this, Akar felt much better knowing that these guys were leaving soon. 'That's great. Hopefully, I won't have any more problems with these insects for a few months...'
After that, the groups soon split up, with Akar leaving that place with a slight smile on his face, while the three pirates who had kidnapped Peter leave for a walk in this naless town.
Peter, on the other hand, was taken into that establishnt, which that skinny man managed.
Soon, after his kidnappers gone, old Nox pulled Peter to the innermost part of that place, where many steel cages were full of people.
The place was dimly lit, owing to the lack of windows there, and there was a muddy ground on the floor, where one could see so brown puddles, not far from the many cells that were there.
But not only that, in addition to this degrading look, the sll of feces and urine was intense, to the point of making the young Peter feel bad at the mont he entered that place.
"What the fuck is this place?" he wondered, as he had a look of disgust on his face.
At the sa ti, as he questioned himself, he could better see the people standing there as he was pulled on a chain by old Nox.
There were n and won inside those cages, filthy and looking miserable. So of them looked malnourished and dehydrated, looking even worse off than Peter.
In fact, so of them were shirtless, leaving their backs extrely bruised, full of marks that looked like a whip had made them. So seed to shiver in pain and hunger, while others just stood there, sitting on the floor with desolate looks on their faces.
Peter didn't know it, but all these people he saw in this place were individuals like him who had lost their freedoms a short ti ago. So even had Black talent, while most were Blue talented.
Below that, there was no demand.
That's why Del and his associates didn't bother to spare the lives of victims who possessed the humble White talent, as was the case with the innocent family they had slaughtered on their way to this city...
But that was nothing to them. People like Del loved the chaos, the image of despair that so people made in front of dead ends, the sounds of terror they made when they were tortured.
And no wonder individuals like him beca criminals in this world. The killing was common in the Spiritual World, where people had to compete for resources, land, business, etc.
But the difference was that ordinary people only did that when it was necessary. On the other hand, sadists like Del, when they did this, they felt an indescribable pleasure, which gave them fun and joy...
Because of that, they didn't stop at just necessary killings. Sooner or later, they ended up killing completely innocent people. And from then on, it was downhill...
Doing sothing for the first ti is always the hardest... After that, everything gets easier.
Anyway, after being pulled by that skinny man, Peter was finally thrown into one of the cells. The old man ca out and said aloud to another man in that place. "Start taking these cells to Del's ship. Make it quick. He'll be out in a few hours."
After that, so ti passed, and soon those iron structures began to be emptied. So of these captives were taken in smaller cells outside this establishnt from ti to ti while wailing sounds could be heard.
Peter then sat inside the cell he had been thrown in, observing his surroundings.
There were nine other people along with him, three won and six n. Still, it was challenging to guess the age of these people considering how badly treated they were.
Peter might be in a sorry state, but these people here had been living the reality of captivity for months, and it was only getting worse with ti.
Because of that, they looked even more miserable than the young Sergeant, who was a novice in this slave life...
Suddenly a husky voice ca from behind Peter. "Boy, where did you co from?" A malnourished man, but more than 2 ters tall, asked while he was squatting there in that place.
Hearing this, Peter turned and looked at the man who looked like an elder in his last monts, and then he answered. "I ca from the Kingdom of the Waves."
"Oh? Another one from the Kingdom of the Waves, huh…" The man said before heaving a sigh. This old man had been enslaved months ago, so he was used to seeing new captives arriving.
Originally he ca from the Kingdom of the End. Still, from the origins of the last slaves who had arrived, it seed that they were moving further and further away from where this old man ca.
"Ah... It looks like we're heading to the Cromwell Kingdom..." He muttered to himself before finally introducing himself. "You can call Joey. What's your na, boy?"
"My na is Peter."
"Hmm, fine, Peter. I'll give you a hint, maybe you already know this, but it's better to hear the sa advice twice than never be advised... Anyway, don't get your hopes up in your heart. The mont we get to the slave market, our future will be determined."
"So, try not to draw unnecessary attention. So more violent people may try to buy you just to satisfy their filthy cravings."
After that, he looked at Peter for a mont and then pointed to a cell not far away. There, where Joey pointed, a man was lying on the floor in an awkward position.
One of his arms was missing, one leg seed to be longer than the other, and finally, his face was utterly deford, as if soone had used a knife to cut him from side to side.
"Do you see that boy? He was a nobleman from the Kingdom of the Waves. Still, the impulsive and childish character he had, made him think he could run away after being sold in so slave market... Anyway, he caught soone's attention and ended up in that state. Now he's been living in this situation at the behest of the person who did that to him..."
Joey then sighed with a pitying look on his face and said. "Dying is not the worst thing that can happen to you. Rember that."
"I understand." Peter said in a low voice as he watched the desolate look that guy had in his eyes as if he had lost his own soul.
...
Hours had passed since Peter had t old Joey when the entire group of captives had already been transferred inside the pirate ship, where they would co to live during the journey to the Cromwell Kingdom.
According to what Peter had heard from old Joey, the trip to the city where there was the Black Market of that kingdom was about ten days of travel, starting from the place where Peter had told him.
Joey was an old man over 400-years-old who knew the north of the Central Continent like the back of his hand. And even though he rarely saw sunlight during the months that he'd lost his freedom, he could still guess where he was, considering what Peter had told him.
Anyway, the next day, a large pirate ship left that naless city, sailing to the south side of where they were.
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