Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

The next evening, Brett finally showed up.

"All the checkpoints in the transportation channel have been opened, and the first batch of slave transfers will be carried out tonight."

Mr. Major General spoke briefly, but his travel-stained face could not conceal the confidence and pride he exuded from the bottom of his heart.

The efficiency is so fast! From retreat to pragmatism, it turns out that only a setback is enough. After all, how can a Beyonder who can be successfully promoted to Sequence Five be a complete idiot... Louise gave him a deep look, and said asked:

"In other words, our mission is about to be completed?"

Brett replied indifferently, "More than half of it has been completed, you can choose to come to 'participate' in the first slave transfer operation tonight."

From this sentence, I could hear the not-so-hidden show off... But it didn't conflict with Louise's purpose, and she had no reason to refuse, so she smiled and said:

"It seems that I, a 'spectator', only need a pair of eyes to enjoy my success."

Brett paused for a moment, and said with a serious expression:

"This is the first step for me to get out of the trough. You can witness all of this instead of Ianna. Sooner or later, I will double what I lost."

Louise responded with a smile: "I look forward to that day."

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Enmat Port, of course, is not the only super-large docking port. On some unknown, unremarkable coasts during the day, it is likely to become a private port at night.

Because the facts were right in front of Louise.

A large steam and wind-powered sailing ship disguised as a passenger ship was slowly approaching the shore through thorns and thorns. With the sound of a whistle, the ship docked safely.

"Aww, aww!"

"Get rich, get rich!"

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Louise pointed to the group of people in different clothes gathered on the shore. According to a rough observation, there were at least hundreds of people, cheering enthusiastically.

"Who are they?"

Bright replied slightly dismissively, "The local gang."

"Unable to mobilize the army, we can only use these low-level gangsters who can be seen everywhere. Although it is not safe to do so, the advantage is that even if we are exposed, we can get out in time and will not be caught by the three major churches. handle."

When talking about the latter, Mr. Major General's tone gradually became angry and fierce, as if he was remembering his own personal experience.

Louise nodded lightly and didn't make any further comments.

After the ship stopped, a group of strong men dressed as sailors jumped down from the deck, all armed with firearms, their movements were orderly, and they were obviously more well-trained. Once the appearance sees that the situation is not good, it will scatter and flee.

Under the light of the crimson moon, a figure of average height, neither fat nor thin, quickly appeared, quickly glanced around, and then trotted towards the position of Louise and the two.

The man's skin was brown and red, and he had obvious Southern Continent ancestry. His facial features were unremarkable, making it hard to remember.

Because of his grinning, part of his teeth were exposed, and the third one on the upper left shone with golden light. It was a gold-inlaid false tooth, and it looked like a wealthy landlord.

"His name is Barron, and he is responsible for most of the slaves captured in the Southern Continent this time." Bright briefly introduced.

The man named Barron was a little out of breath. After taking two deep breaths, he bowed and asked:

"Major General, can the operation begin?"

Brett glanced at Louise, and said lightly, "I'm no longer a major general."

Barron's smile didn't diminish, but became even more enthusiastic. He had a strong Backlund accent, which seemed to be done on purpose, and he complimented:

"This is only temporary. You will soon return to your post, and maybe one day, I will respectfully call you Your Excellency General."

Brett didn't continue to refute, and ordered in a deep voice:

"The action has begun. Be vigilant and don't let those mobs disturb the order."

"Understood." Barron bowed deeply, then turned and left, and gestured to his companions on the deck of the ship.

Amidst the continuous noise and noise, rows of "slaves" with ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and brown or brown skin slowly stepped off the boat.

There are men, women and children, the older ones have numb expressions, mechanically follow the steps of their predecessors, some hug their children, and more let the children walk on the rugged coast... It's not because they don't love them, but because they are thin The bony man has no strength, and can only walk like a walking dead under the continuous whipping.

The fate of these people is already doomed, and their few lives are consumed in the day-to-day toil, and then they are replaced by the next batch.

Louise was feeling emotional for this group of sad people in her heart, but her eyes lacked sympathy, and there were no waves.

She saw a one-meter-tall little girl fall to the ground, and then was pulled up by an adult next to her, as if she was pulling a carrot.

These children in their teens and even a few years old have no labor force to squeeze, but if they are left in the Southern Continent, they will probably end up on their own, and more importantly, it will increase the possibility of exposure... In this way, it seems that Being caught in Backlund turned into a good thing!

Following this long human-shaped dragon, Louise didn't even notice a slave trying to escape. Once someone fell behind, they would be beaten and kicked by gang members, and even dragged along the hard gravel road. The smell of blood was not able to attract the attention of everyone.

It wasn't until the front members reached their destination that there was a little light in the eyes of these slaves.

It was a manor built in the outskirts, with a large area. It could be seen that it was carefully maintained on weekdays. Unfortunately, its owner has drifted to an uninhabited island...

Jack and Alonso were waiting at the estate to take over the first batch of slaves and arrange them into the prepared temporary accommodation.

"No accident?" Brett asked.

"Everything is fine." The elder Jack replied in a deep voice.

"Very good." Brett's tense body relaxed a lot, silently breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered:

"The second batch will be escorted by the two of you, and I will guard it here."

"Understood." Jack's answer was as simple and straightforward as ever, and he turned his head and gave Alonso a look, leading him to rectify the excited gang members, and set off for the pier where the ship was docked.

Walking into a bright room in the manor, Brett was obviously in a good mood, poured two glasses of red wine, and invited:

"have a drink."

Louise was standing by the window, looking calmly at the busy manor. Hearing this, she turned around, and a gold coin bounced from the palm of her back, and she caught it again. Then she responded with a smile:

"I can't ask for more."