British hegemon

Chapter 33 Pirates Really Have Treasure

The woman with the ponytail quickly stepped forward and pinned down the crossbow in the bald man's hand. She whispered to the man on the ground, "Third leader, you've always been good to everyone, and we all remember your kindness. But do you really intend to be a pirate for the rest of your life?"

"You'd better confess quickly. Young Master Roger is not as bad as he used to be. He said he wouldn't kill you, and he definitely won't go back on his word. He might even set you free."

Roger ignored the promise made arbitrarily by the man with the ponytail and said coldly to the three leaders, "You call yourself a hero, righteous and brave, but these people are all brothers who depend on you for their lives. If they all die, you will deserve half the credit."

After saying that, he once again inserted his right hand into the pirate's wound, but this time the pirate only twitched a few times and the reaction was very weak.

Seeing his trusted confidant, who was on the verge of death, being subjected to such torture before his passing, the third leader Olaf felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and his last line of defense was broken.

"God, how could you let such a wicked person crawl out of hell?" Olaf finally broke down.

Last night was a nightmare for him.

He had always suspected that the chief, Ulf, had been assassinated by the second chief in collusion with Baron John. So when he received the urgent message from a henchman at the banquet, he immediately drew his sword and fought the second chief. Several of his trusted men, who had received secret orders, also responded at the same time and fought a fierce battle with several of the second chief's bandits.

Normally, it would be nothing more than a life-or-death infighting, with one faction surviving and becoming the core of the pirate group. They would then coerce fishermen and recruit bandits to form a new pirate force.

It was no accident that the sea monster became the second leader of this pirate group. His fighting strength was above that of the third leader. After the two fought for a short time, the sea monster cleaved his thigh with a sword and instantly lost his momentum.

At that time, the two factions were fighting fiercely, and his few trusted subordinates had no time to pay attention. He watched as the sea monster's sword was about to pierce his own heart, but the monster suddenly weakened and its strength decreased, and the sword was immediately parried.

The two sea monster leaders then suffered repeated defeats, their faces growing increasingly haggard. After deflecting two swords, they clutched their stomachs and knelt down to vomit.

Around that time, the two factions who had been fighting fiercely in the mill began to collapse and vomit. Soon, the mill was filled with people groaning in pain, including the lowly henchmen who had been hiding in the corners to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Everyone in the mill except himself showed signs of abnormality to varying degrees.

Just as the unexpected happened, a fire broke out inside and outside the mill, and then a man wielding a Viking axe rushed in, followed by a group of people carrying various weapons.

He collapsed in a corner of the mill due to excessive blood loss, watching helplessly as his unsuspecting and even unconscious pirate companions were slaughtered one by one by these attackers...

He didn't wake up until late at night, and his leg injury had already been hastily treated.

Later, he learned that his gang had been poisoned, and the one who administered the poison was the thug with the ponytail who had been beaten several times. It was also the thug who treated the sword wound on his leg.

Internal strife, night raids, and the deadliest poison have reduced the original nineteen pirates to only three and a half.

The old henchman was punished by the second leader by being denied dinner and forced to stand guard on the ship, thus avoiding disaster; the young henchman went out on scouting with his trusted confidant, but on the way back they encountered infighting and hid, thus escaping with his life; the trusted confidant, although he escaped the poison, was stabbed in the infighting last night and suffered torture today, leaving him barely alive and certainly not going to survive.

Thinking of his tragic past and his current situation, Olaf felt a pang of pain in his heart and choked up repeatedly.

Roger ignored Olaf's inner turmoil. He stopped what he was doing, picked up the blood-stained hunting knife from the ground, and without hesitation plunged the tip of the knife into the heart of the dying bandit. The bandit jolted violently, his eyes widened, and after a slight twitch, he tilted his head and died.

The bald man and the woman with the ponytail couldn't help but turn their heads away from the gruesome sight of the corpse on the ground.

Roger had fought many battles in his previous life, but rarely had he killed anyone. However, ever since he killed his opponent on the verge of death in that dark alley, he developed a strange desire to kill. Now, killing a person is as indifferent as killing a chicken, which even he finds somewhat perverted.

Banishing the distracting thoughts from his mind, Roger slowly pulled the hunting knife from the corpse's chest, wiped it clean on the grass, and put it back in its sheath.

"Put some clothes on him in a bit, then dig a hole and bury him separately," Roger instructed the bald man and the man with the ponytail. He actually admired the ruthless bandit for putting up a good fight for a while.

"Olaf, tell me where the gold is, and I guarantee you'll survive."

Olaf, the third leader, slowly raised his gaze from the corpse, baring his teeth and glaring at Roger, but Roger's narrow-eyed, indifferent face remained unmoved.

After a brief standoff, Olaf finally gave up. The ruthlessness in his eyes vanished, his face collapsed, and his head drooped.

"Both the sea wolf and the sea monster were pirates for many years. They were suspicious and meticulous. They scattered and hid the wealth they had plundered over the years in many places. I only know about one of them."

"The sea monster may know all the gold locations, but he can no longer enjoy the torture and murder that young master Roger endured." Olaf glanced at the row of naked dried fish beside him and sighed softly, "Three of my men are in there. Ponytail knows them. Give them a proper burial, and I'll tell you where the gold is."

Roger nodded in agreement.

Olaf was running out of strength. He lowered his voice and said, "The gold storage location is right here..."

The bald man instinctively wanted to lean closer to listen, but the girl with the ponytail immediately tugged at his sleeve, pulling him away a little.

Roger, oblivious to the subtle movements of the two men behind him, asked in a deep voice after hearing the question, "How much money is hidden there?"

"About forty pounds, for a small merchant ship that we just robbed this spring."

"Only this much?" Roger thought that pirates, who made a living by plundering, must have countless gold and silver treasures. Hearing that it was only forty-odd pounds, he was very dissatisfied, even though forty-odd pounds was a huge sum of money that an ordinary person could not save up in a lifetime.

"If pirates were truly wealthy, why would they risk their lives traveling around?"

Roger thought about it for a moment and realized that it made sense. He got up, wiped the blood off his hands on his cotton armor, and patted his armor lightly. "Ponytail, call a few men over and take the three leaders and the two old men and children to the inner room of the mill to rest. Give them some wine and food."

Upon hearing about drinks and food, the two henchmen, one old and one young, instinctively twitched.

Roger laughed and said, "Don't worry, since I promised the three leaders, I won't poison you anymore."

The ponytail immediately turned around and waved to Old Joey and the others who were patrolling around. She loosened Olaf and the old and young henchmen's legs, helped them up and walked towards the mill, but their hands were still tied behind their backs.

Watching the surrendered pirates disappear into the mill, Roger turned to look at the mangled corpse on the ground, shook his head, and said to the bald man, "Let's go check on Black Dog's injuries again."

Late last night, Roger personally cleaned the wound of the black dog carefully and found a clean cloth on the pirate ship to bandage it and stop the bleeding. There were no signs of serious infection before dawn, so there might still be hope.

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