Chapter 95
"But in order to prevent blood relatives from revenge that may come in the future, the pirates came up with a new rule. That is to give them a chance... as long as they send their children to the casino as a chip, it is possible to gamble his life back .”
Isaac exhaled slowly, muttering while recalling:
"And if you can really win the bet, then you can indeed let them out-this is a rare case, because everyone knows that the croupiers in the gambling stalls will definitely play tricks. However, these vicious pirates will occasionally release them on purpose. Come out with a life or two, come and leave a way for them to live.
"Anyway, the execution or not will not bring benefits to the pirates. It might as well be the price of maintaining another 'tradition'.
"These children watched their fathers or mothers tie themselves up and send them to the vicious casino. They watched them take their own children in a crazy and twisted posture that they were not familiar with, without any urging. After the parts such as 'an arm', 'liver' and 'whole person' are gradually pressed together and lost bit by bit...
"Under the shock of dismemberment and fear of death, these children gradually lose their 'love' for their parents.
"Of course, they won't actually be dismembered, it's just to scare them... because 'living people' are worth at least twenty times more than the pieces. But children don't understand this. In their impression, they are Was 'cut into pieces and sold' by parents.
"And the impact of this 'moment of hatred' will continue to be diluted over time. So as the last part of this ceremony, when their parents have lost their last chance and are about to be executed...these have been The way of death of crazy parents will be chosen by the children who are tied up and brought here by themselves.
"They themselves have participated in this process, so they will not easily 'take out' themselves. Instead, they will always remember the impact of this moment. In this way, the possibility of 'revenge from the dead' can be effectively avoided. While still not completely avoidable, most of these situations can be reduced.
"Smeared with sea snake blood, the silver spikes that can instantly paralyze people are pierced through the heart. The most ruthless option is to hang them alive with iron hooks until they die. Of course, the executor must be the owner of the stall.
"Choose forgiveness, or revenge... Of course, I don't think there is anything to forgive.
"The bastard who would sell his children to gambling stalls just for his own survival—he's no different from that man."
Isaac looked at the man's motionless posture and was silent for a moment, his voice became softer: "Of course,
This choice...had no meaning to him. "
Because that man is now dead.
So there is no point in bringing out the silver nails.
But as a sense of ritual... how to deal with his body after death still has to be chosen.
The boy's eyes moved back and forth between the two objects.
He gradually took a step forward.
His hand reached for the rope hesitantly—but only for a moment.
After a slight pause in his movements, he pressed firmly towards the iron hook.
There are dark red rust stains on the iron hook, and it may also be the remaining dried blood stains. The cold temperature, just touching it repeatedly caused that rusty air to seep into the veins - the boy couldn't help but began to tremble.
The girl next to her, whose eyes were red from crying, raised her head firmly to watch all this.
She was obviously sad. But she did not raise any objection to the choice of another child.
She looked older than the boy - about eleven or twelve years old. At this age, she is already somewhat sensible and knows what kind of life will be facing her.
The old family relationship had already been shattered to the ground the moment he sent them here.
"Good boy. Brave boy."
The stall owner let out a deep abyss-like voice in satisfaction: "How brave are you?"
"...I can, see all of this."
The boy spoke for the first time.
He stared at the man, and said in a hoarse voice, "I hope to see him hung by an iron hook."
"Heh heh heh heh heh..."
The stall owner made a happy voice.
He admired: "Grateful for the tragedy... After many years, I saw all this again."
"He has the same choice as me, stall owner."
The big fat man with the iron hook showed a devilish smile.
It might have been a simple and cheerful smile originally, but it looked so ferocious on his fleshy face with scars and bullet holes.
"I remember you saying the same thing twenty years ago, Gary."
The man wearing the white ecstasy mask made a joyful voice: "As I said, his aptitude will be very good."
"Where will you sell me?"
the boy asked softly.
"That depends on how strong you can be."
The stall owner patted him on the shoulder and made a devilish persuasive voice: "If you are strong and brave enough... you might be able to become one of us."
"I think, I can."
The boy said hoarsely: "I have nothing to lose."
"That's fine, kid."
The fat man Gary chuckled and put the rope on his shoulders.
He flexibly turned the iron hook in a circle and cut the rope. Put the middle-aged man's body down.
Afterwards, he was like playing golf—wielding the iron hook swiftly and fiercely, and pierced the man's jaw with incomparable precision. And pierced from one of its cheeks.
The crowd next to him booed.
"You can't aim with your mouth so wide open!"
"Fat Gary's hands are shaking, he's been getting too many women!"
"Fatty Gary, don't pee right in the pit!"
"--Shut up!"
Gary growled in embarrassment.
He pulled out the iron hook and swung it vigorously again.
This time, the tip of the iron hook was successfully pierced out of the mouth. His tongue was pushed out, which means that this person died because of "no appointment" - the cheek was pierced because of "lost face", and the eyes were pierced because of "not long eyes".
The girl's body trembled slightly. But no more crying.
A trace of relief and confusion flashed in the boy's eyes.
"All right, Gary. Drag the meat to the sea."
The stall owner said casually, and patted the boy on the shoulder: "'When a person dies, he sinks into the sea, don't vent your anger too much', calm down. This matter is over."
The stall owner let go of the girl's shoulder.
He uncovered his mask and gave it to the girl. He showed a simple and honest face like a tavern owner. Just by looking at his face, I'm afraid he might be regarded as a middle-aged mercenary, and he would not be blocked by him as a gambler.
He lifted the boy up and placed it on his shoulders.
A female dealer behind him handed him a bottle of wine. And handed the same bad wine to everyone present, even Annan and Isaac also took a bottle.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Harold. Harold Ed... No, I don't have a last name."
"Then your name will be Harold from now on! 'Bold' Harold!"
The stall owner said loudly.
He bit the wine bottle open, took two sips, and then took two sips to the child on his shoulder. Then hold it high.
People around also cheered while drinking from the bottle. Some took a sip, others drank the entire bottle.
Annan also took a symbolic sip. The taste is bitter, and there is also a smell of iron nails and fish. It doesn't seem to be a problem with the brewing process, but with contamination during storage.
"Welcome Harold the Bold to our family!"
The stall owner roared and threw the wine bottle to the ground, breaking it into pieces.
Everyone around cheered and shattered the wine bottles in their hands.
Then everything suddenly dispersed like this, and went back to do their own things.
Only Annan and Isaac remained in place.
Having just finished watching this dark, cruel, and somewhat weirdly heroic ceremony, Annan looked at Isaac.
Without waiting for Annan to ask, Isaac nodded: "I was almost like that back then."
"...So, what did you choose?"
"Of course... an iron hook."
Isaac whispered, "I watched him die at sea.
"Although we have an old saying here, 'When a person dies, he sinks into the sea, so don't vent your anger'. But that's what it says... But I still haven't completely forgotten that hatred."
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