Chapter 7 Slave!

Crack*

The sound of metal clashing and gunpowder explosion could be heard in the entire ship as countless corpses fell to the ground, dying the board with red. Either pirates or John's crew met heavy casualties, losing more than 80 percent of their force in this single clash, but the high end power of both sides was still chasing fiercely, devouring each other's flesh and blood.

Rip*

" Ah!"

The man screamed with pain, placing his other hand on his hand that was cut clean by the pirate captain. His jet black hair and eyepatch were eyecatching as he walked towards fear stricken John who was trembling behind Sam.

This man was the infamous Saber lord- Marshall Hopkinson whose fame rose a few years ago, but he disappeared after clashing against the overlord group known as Heart Eaters, creating a rumor about his death. Yet this man was standing well and alive before their eyes.

" Tsk* I hate weaklings. At least stand up, well ya. Sheesh, making things so difficult."

Marshall complained, piercing their throat of Sam with a single swift motion. He didn't care about this old man since he was after the treasure and he didn't need anyone except for John who knew about the stash.

" Please let me live. I will do anything."

John knelt before him, begging for his life. His whole body was covered with sweat and blood, but he didn't care about it since he was looking for a way to live.

" Tell me where is your stash?"

Marshall kicked his head, stunning him for a second. There was no problem with injuring him because this man would sooner or later die in one of the cruelest ways, so kicking or beating him weren't that serious.

" Here this way. I will guide you."

John gulped, believing he had no choice but to gamble here since all of his guards were either captured or killed in the action, hence it was foolish to fight against him, specifically his body and mana were no way to hold him off until his rescue comes here.

Step, step*

" This is our crew hanger. You can find some valuable things if you search thoroughly. Passing there is the food storage and kitchen area."

John walked slowly, trying to buy some time for himself, but how could that escape from Marshall's eyes who was amused by this fat fellow?

He understood this man had a brain and he was quite a scheming fellow in his eyes. Furthermore, he was lacking a few brains on his board, causing some troubles on his ship. Therefore, he thought having this fatty might be a good choice since he was reluctant to face the alliance or overlords with his current crew.

" You heard him. Buckle up will ya!"

Marshall said, pacing toward the captain's cabin where the most expensive things were stored in the safe. Obviously, he dragged John away with him, acknowledging his usefulness in this situation.

" Shit! Who the heck are you, boy?"

One of the crew members chased Mendes out, forcing him to confront the men with his bare hands. Mendes scanned around him, thinking it was impossible to leave this area unless he learns to teleport or blink.

" Hmm, a lucky brat? Bring him here, Jojo."

Marshall ordered his men to bring Mendes before his eyes. He saw a young man with a great body and eyes because he had rarely seen this kind of ambition in young people.

" What is your name, brat?"

Marshall asked, grabbing an apple from his pocket, and biting with amusement. He guessed this young man had a talent that was even more valuable than all of these fools, so he was tempted to recruit him.

" Mendes. Will you spare me?"

Mendes looked at his eyes, showing no fear, unlike John who was still trembling from the pressure. His clear eyes ignited the greed inside Marshall as he signaled his men to bring something.

The men laughed wickedly under his gaze, prompting this wasn't a simple thing.

Shsh*

A blazing hot metal rod with some kind of symbol appeared in front of his eyes.

" Endure it."

Marshall laughed, placing the hot rod on his body, burning his body while Mendes felt huge pain. It was either life or death.