Pirate’s Brood Order

Twelve days passed in a flash, and in front of the route of the Via, the outline of an island emerged from the sea level far away.

"Yarlin, there is an island ahead." Bored hanging on the mast, Fick was the first to notice, and he slid from the canvas to the deck with a loud cry.

"I saw it."

At the bow, Yarlin put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and looked into the distance, praying silently in his heart: "I hope it's not a desert island."

Almost at the same time.

On the ruins of the small town of Ravel, a small and thin body dragged a corpse and pushed it to the dug deep pit, a death pit for burying the corpse.

The corpse had long since rotted, and the foul-smelling body was covered with maggots and flies. He just dragged the corpse and carried it again and again, leaving long marks on the ground.

Flies buzzed around him, landing on his dirty cheeks, on his messy, foul-smelling hair, on the back of his bony chest.

He was wearing a pair of shorts that couldn't be distinguished from the dirt or the fabric, and his upper body was bare. His face no longer showed the immaturity that a teenager should have. Under the pollution of dirty and smelly mud, his face was numb and dead.

"Boom!"

In the pit that had already been filled with corpses, another corpse rolled into it, and the layers of corpses were about to fill up the mud pit.

"212!"

Hoarse and dry voice.

This is the number in the corpse pit, a total of 212 corpses piled on top of each other.

"There are still some people missing. Their bodies were burned by the fire, and you are the only ones left. Let's be your companions." He took up a pile of soil with both hands and sprinkled it towards the corpse pit below.

"I'm the only one left!"

There were no tears in his eyes, he slowly got up and walked towards the forest without looking back, it was time for him to forage.

He is not picky about food. There are many animals in the forest. There are always leftovers left by some large animals after predation. A few crows hovering above his head are his guides; even the corpses of some insects, grass roots, and leaves are all his recipe.

He is Ravel Town, the only survivor, and he must live.

His name is Spartia, and he's an Avenger!

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The mast canvas was lowered, the anchor dropped, and the Via sailed in from the southwest of the island, and the blood-stained hull slowly docked on the shore.

A gentle wind blows overhead, a few seabirds are looking for food on the shore, and the air is peaceful and peaceful.

Yarlin stood at the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. The dense forest on the opposite side of the beach blocked his sight. He jumped down and stepped on the beach, and the feeling of being down-to-earth was so wonderful.

The 12-day sea voyage made him see things with swaying shadows. The emptiness that feels like everything is close at hand but can't be grasped is what Yarlin hates deeply.

A storm, a submerged reef, a cruising sea beast, or even an unexpected colleague or navy are enough to bury his life in the belly of the sea.

Leaning down, the warm fine sand dripped from between his fingers. Yarlin squinted his eyes and looked at the seabird in the distance. The upright creatures did not interest it.

"Not afraid of people?"

There was a playful smile on Yarlin's face, he felt that luck was finally going to patronize him.

Congealed blood was everywhere on the ship, as well as gold and silver and 7 transformed bodies pretending to be lying dead, and the rest were scrapped in Via's desperate fight.

The Via must be left guarded.

The depressed Fick and the resentful ship doctor were left on board, while William jumped off the boat and Yarlin explored the island.

Passing through the dense woods, a narrow path came into view. Walking along the path, the road soon became wider and smoother.

"Looks like there's a town on this island."

Yarlin looked forward along the road, and a group of buildings gradually became clear. Some square buildings with a height of about three floors formed a continuous stretch.

Gradually, there were pedestrians passing by on the land, and the noisy voices came to the ears vaguely. Yarlin and William looked at each other and involuntarily quickened their pace.

The edge of the town is a winding low wall, the wall is full of messy graffiti, the two walked along the wall, surrounded by more and more pedestrians carrying goods, they did not attract any attention.

The stone wall at the entrance has been in disrepair for a long time, showing some traces of violent sunlight, and some lime residue can be rubbed off with a light touch. Arlin and William walked inside.

As far as the eye can see, there are rows of houses and fork roads. The shapes of the houses are strange, square, round, triangular, and irregular shapes. It is not a well-planned town at first glance.

A small town at best, with some popularity.

Just right for Arlin.

When they were two children, Yarlin and William were sitting in a restaurant not too close to a market in the city. The two asked for some food, and it was served quickly. Eat slowly.

Surrounded by some men dressed as goods workers, each of them was sweating profusely with their belly open, eating food, and at the same time they were bragging loudly and chatting.

From their chats, Yarlin learned that this town is called Quarry Town. The reason for this name is because there is a mountain of colorful stones behind the town, and there are some colorful stones everywhere in the mountain. The local residents call these The stone is named Colored Stone Mine.

There are two quarries in the town, and basically most of the men are workers of these two quarries. It can even be said that this town was established on the basis of the two quarries.

The local residents are not very clear about the usefulness of these colored stone mines. They only know that some merchant ships will come here to transport the mined stones in boxes at the end of every month. From what they heard, it seems that there are some inland mines. The large country of China is very keen to use this colorful stone to pave and build roads.

Yarlin didn't care what the truth about the colored stones was. He was just slightly curious, but not to the point of caring. What he cared about was that a group of merchant ships would come here at the end of every month.

"There is still about half a day before the end of the month." Yarlin thought about it. He settled the bill with William, gave the boss some extra tips, and then asked about the location of the inn in the town.

The town is not big, there are only three hotels in total, which are located in the east of the city, the south of the city and the center of the town. Generally speaking, there are no outsiders living there, except for the caravans that arrive at the end of the month.

Yarlin and William left and went to the hotel in the south of the city, which was the closest to the location of the Via.

The hotel is a small three-story building. Most of the houses are vacant during this time period. When they arrived, the hotel owner was dozing off.

They asked for the two innermost rooms on the third floor, checked in simply, took the keys and walked upstairs.