Law of the Devil

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(Today's update, 2 in 1 chapter)

Chapter 179 [Reasonable Lies]

That evening, Jolyn took all the slaves she had purchased back to the workshop behind the store. After learning about Dewey's identity, the slave trader gave several additional young beautiful slaves to please the young Duke.

These indigenous people from the South seemed honest, but Jolyn still felt a slight discomfort. It was just something wrong, and she couldn't make it clear at the moment.

These slaves… seem to be too obedient.

Unlike Dewey, who lived a long way from home. Jolyn has traveled the continent and seen many slaves. Those slaves are either lowlifes or savages, and only a whip can make them obey. Or the slaves who have been tamed are always numb, empty in their eyes, carrying heavy labor with their thin bodies, miserable in their faces and numb.

But this group of slaves… from the time the slave traders gave it to themselves, it should still be a group of "living slaves", but this group of living slaves was too obedient.

Twenty fine young men, the expression on their faces is not so much numbness as it is a surprising... machine?

Yes, it's a machine!

They seemed simply to obey their orders and could not see any joy or anger on their faces, much less the sorrow of being enslaved and the loss of being plundered away from their homeland.

Even more ridiculous is that she seemed for such a moment to feel a slight similarity to the smell of a soldier on the body of these 20 men * *!

Yes, soldiers! They acted neatly, quickly and efficiently. Even after being placed in the workshop, it seemed that the servants who were supposed to be expelling them with whips were completely set up next to them. These slaves consciously walked into the big house where they lived and quietly finished the evening's dinner - Jolyn was quite generous, and the dinner she prepared for these slaves was quite good.

But these slaves didn't like it. After eating quietly, they went to rest silently... and, while eating, they knew they were going to line up!

The only thing that didn't move was the old man in the slaves. The two guys sat quietly on the floor, and there were naturally fine young people beside them who brought them food. Even Jolyn secretly observed that the rest of the slaves would dare to eat only when the old man and the teenager had finished eating.

Seeing Jolyn for one night in secret, she seemed to catch a hint of something, and that night she immediately went to see Dewey and told the young master what she had found tonight.

Dewey was dressed in a nightgown, and he had already gone to bed to rest, but Mudd woke him up. Because Dewey gave the order, if it was Jolyn, to tell herself at any time, not to allow his men to refuse His Excellency the Knight of Jolyn's request without permission.

At this moment, Dewey met Jolyn in his study, and he sat in his robe on the chair, and he sighed for a while, looking at the knight in front of him: “What do you mean, the old and young seem to be the heads of the slaves? ”

“It's not that simple.” Jolyn slowly said: “I don't know how to describe it, mainly because I think that this old man or two seems to have a certain temperament. I don't really describe what it is, but obviously, especially the old man, seems to be used to the behavior of a superior. I seem to have seen this kind of temperament only in some of the great aristocrats in the Empire. And these slaves, they're young and strong, and most importantly, they're well-trained when they act, and I suspect they're even trained like soldiers. Though, in our view, far worse than the soldiers in the Imperial Army…, it's a little too much. You know, they're indigenous! It was just a bunch of indigenous tribes like barbarians! Isn't it strange to find such a temperament in such a person? ”

As soon as Dewey's eyes lit up, he went back to his bedroom to get dressed, had Mudd prepare the horse, and rushed back to the workshop behind the store with Jolyn overnight.

Then, in a ready, empty house, Dewey asked Jolyn to bring the old man and two young slaves.

He wants to meet these two guys in person.

None of the rooms in the workshop were large, and Dewey sat in a chair and watched the two guys quietly in front of her.

Soon he made his decision. The old man didn't seem to handle it very well because he didn't have a slight panic in his eyes, his lips clasped and a little calm on his face. And the kid, he also looked a little steady, but after all, he was still young, and when he just walked in, his eyes spinning, revealing a hint of unconscionable cowardice, was clearly captured by Dewey.

“Say your name.” Dewey sat in his chair and faded, looking into the eyes of that old slave: “I knew you would speak our language and tell me about you from someone who sold you to me, and you seemed to be the smartest of these slaves. ”

“This card.” The old slave spewed a short word: "This card, it's my name. ”

His Continental language is well spoken, although the bites are still a little unclear, but the meaning expressed is accurate.

“Your original identity.” Dewey smiled.

The old man was silent and did not answer.

“You have to understand one thing.” Dewey said in a slow tone: “I don't care what you used to be in your place, but now, here, you are my slave. The lives of you and all of you are mine! Do you understand?”

The old man showed a slight struggle on his face and then seemed helpless, whispering: “I was a tribal sacrifice. ”

Dewey nodded.

His old man had come from a military expedition to the South, and Dewey had some knowledge of some of the customs of the South Atlantic tribes. In those tribes in the South, the identity of sacrifice is even more noble than that of tribal chiefs.

“So, what about him?” Dewey glanced at the kid next to him: "Who is he? ”

Old Benka hesitated for a moment: "He is the son of our tribal chief… Our tribe has been destroyed by your army, most people have died and the rest have been captured. ”

Oh... the son of an extinct tribal chief?

Dewey laughed, "So those young slaves with you, they're from one of your tribes? ”

“Yes.” Nodded Ben Card: “All in all, they have great respect for me and for the Sheikh's son. It's our tradition. ”

Well, that seems reasonable.

Dewey smiled and he stood up and said to Ben, “That's a good answer. But I need you to understand one thing, no matter how distinguished you were, you are now my slaves. ”

“I understand.” Old Ben Card had no resistance on his face and seemed very submissive.

Dewey nodded: "I am a merciful man, and I will not abuse you, nor treat you like a cattle. I'll feed you and keep you warm. Even if you obey me, I will allow you a little free time every night to pray to the gods you believe in. ”

“…” Old Benka looked up and looked at Dewey in surprise.

This young teenager actually knows our customs?

There are many islands above the vast waters of the Southern Ocean and many different tribes above the different islands. These indigenous cultures are similar and their beliefs are completely different from those of the continent. Dewey had an interest in this, and when she was a little girl she studied it quietly.

After all, his old man is from the Navy Commander, and he still has a lot of customs about the Southern Ocean. And the guards at home, many of them veterans of the South China with Count Raymond. No one would find anything strange about this young master's curiosity: young children, it is normal to be more curious. Dewey has also heard some old guards talk about the terroirs of the South.

Unlike Roland Continent. There is only one temple in the Roland Continent, and the whole continent believes in only one god, the Light God.

And the tribes of the Southern Ocean, the system of spirits they believe in, seem to be more complex than a civilized continent!

According to the legends of the Southern Ocean tribes, an ancient angel created the world, and then gave birth to a bunch of sons and daughters, and these became many and varied gods, who were in charge of the world and nature. The complexity of it is even greater than the temple scriptures of the mainland.

For example, there are goddesses in charge of harvesting, goddesses in charge of the rainy season, sun gods in charge of the sun… (because of the climate, indigenous people in tropical seas have never seen snow, so the gods in charge of ice and snow are missing from the legend of nature gods).

And the tribes of the South Ocean, every tribe has its own god, will choose a son or daughter of an angel as their tribe's patron god.

They obey the common gods of creation, acknowledge their existence, and acknowledge the existence of other tribes that protect each other.

This is very interesting to Dewey. Because on the continent of Roland, the teachings of the Temple are clear: there is only one god in the world, the Light God that the Temple believes in. Other than that, all the other so-called gods are evil heretics and pseudo-gods. God of Light is the only God between heaven and earth. Such religions are highly exclusive.

Of course, the only thing that's fairly enlightening is that you can choose not to believe in religion and gods.

But even if you do not believe, you must not be a believer, nor insult the gods, nor denigrate the gods and other believers. And it is absolutely forbidden to practise any other religion!

Either you believe in God of Light, or you don't believe in anything! Otherwise, the Temple will be captured in the name of heresy and may even burn.

The indigenous peoples of the Southern Ocean, on the other hand, seemed never to contradict each other's religious beliefs, acknowledging that they also respected the gods of other tribes and that the world was under the common control of many gods.

Most tribes in the South Ocean, every day at sunset, hold a ceremony in the tribe to pray to the gods on their knees, which is presided over by the tribal sacrifices.

“You know our customs very well.” The card opened its mouth and said just that for half a day.

“Yes, a little bit.” Dewey smiled lightly: "I can give you the freedom to pray. Unless, of course, you behave yourselves. ”

“Thank you, you are a benevolent master.” Old Benka bends over: “I'll make them listen. ”

Dewey then walked up to the card as if it were casual, and his eyes accidentally floated over the naked part of the card's arm, where there was a tattoo.

“What is this?” Dewey laughed, "Is this your tribe's totem? ”

“… yes.” This card nods: “Our envelope is the Sun God, the totem of the Sun Wheel and the totem of our tribe. Our former tribe was called the Nippon Tribe. ”

Dewey nodded, and he smiled as if to let Jolyn take the old man down.

Just as old Benka and the teenager were about to leave, Dewey suddenly called him back and said coldly from behind: "How come the sheik's son didn't have a tattoo on him? I hear you have tattoos on every man of honor? ”

The old Ben Card turned around and his expression was like, “Yes, you're right, master. But at our place, adults are only 14 years of age or older, and only after the bar mitzvah do they qualify for a tattoo. And he, only twelve years old. ”

“Oh, well, one last question.” Dewey smiled and walked in front of the teenager. His face was very gentle and he said warmly, “What's your name? ”

The teenager's eyes were a little frightened, and he couldn't help but say: "Lufik...”

Dewey laughed. He looked at the old Ben Card and the smile in his eyes grew colder.

“Lufik. Nice name.” Dewey chuckles: “Jolyn, take this Luffick to the next room and let him taste something interesting! ”

After that, Dewey Horan turned back to the chair and sat down quietly.

Jolyn had already stepped out, and behind her, two dashing strong men had walked up, one by one grabbing the little Lufik, lifting the little one up, and then grabbing him into a room next door.

Jolyn's two men, both of them from pirates, smiled with a smile on their face, they were definitely not good people at first glance. Old Benka's face changed instantly, turning anxiously and shouting to Dewey: "My lord, you are…”

“This is punishment for lies.” Dewey sat in the chair and looked at the old man coldly.

Old Ben Carter fell on his knees and shouted, “I... I'm not lying! Everything I said is true...”

“Humph!” Dewey grinned. “Day Tribes? Sacrifice, son of the chief? Lufik? You really think I'm some foolish nobleman! ”

At this point, a panicked scream from the teenager suddenly appeared in the next room, followed by a loud whip!

Pá!!!

That was the whip on the flesh, it was loud and crisp, and it was filled with a tragic scream from the teenager. Benka's face turned wild and he was about to jump up and run to that room. If Lynn pushed it with her hand, he couldn't get back.

“Jolyn, let them smoke that kid 20 lashes first!” Dewey's indifferent expression: “Old Benka... Hmm, I don't care if that's your real name. But you know, a child's body doesn't necessarily bear the punishment here! Twenty lashes. After he smokes twenty lashes, if you don't tell the truth, I'll let him keep smoking forty lashes! Then eighty! Eighty and then 160! Until you tell the truth! ”

Old Benjamin was sweating and screaming: “I... I'm telling the truth! Truth!! ”

“Truth?” Dewey chuckles: “You're just making up a plausible lie to fool me! ”

He suddenly stood up and threw a teacup in his hand with his head splitting over his face. He was smashing it at the foot of old Benka, banging, teacup cracking, tea splashing, old Benka's heart burst.

“You think I don't know?” Dewey chuckles: “The Nippon Tribe? It's true that there is a Japanese tribe in the South China Ocean, but that tribe was destroyed by the Empire's Expeditionary Fleet 14 years ago! Ninth Expedition of the Empire, Sixth Triumph of Glory Day! The Japanese-style tribe is the twenty-sixth tribe to be conquered by the Empire Expeditionary Force in Empire Records!! The Nippon Tribes, also known as the 'Medessa Tribes’, take the Sun God as their guardian god, and all the names from the chief lineage are ‘Medessa’ because they consider their ancestors to be a servant of the Sun God named Medessa. You said the sheik's son's name was Lufik? I'm telling you, I know the name Lufik, too, in some of your indigenous languages in the Southern Ocean, which means' wind '! The son of the chief of the Nippon Tribe named‘ Wind ’? You think I'm stupid? Or do you think I don't know anything about the Southern Ocean like all the other nobles? ”

Dewey's cold eyes finally landed on old Benka's tattoo: "Finally, your tattoo! Dear Mr. Sacrifice! True, the legend says that tribal sacrifice is tattooed, but this tattoo of yours, is it a daily wheel? Is it the Sun God? Bullying me for not understanding the culture of the South? ”

Dewey suddenly raised her hand, smeared it on the tea stain on the table, and quickly drew a pattern on the ground in front of her.

“This is the totem of the Sun Wheel Tribe! Sun god totem! ”

Looking at this pattern Drawn by Dewey on the ground in front of him, old Ben Card suddenly felt a chill rising directly from the heel of his heel to the back of his brain!

He looked at the juvenile nobleman in front of him as if he were looking at a ghost charm.

He... how could he know! How could he know so clearly?!

Dewey painted this picture. Of course I recognize the old Ben Card! Not at all, not even a slight deviation from every pattern! Exactly the Orthodox Sun God Totem of the Sunwheel Tribe! This young aristocrat's familiarity with the culture of Nanyang goes far beyond the estimation of this card!

“Want me to go on?” Dewey looks at old Benka with a smile: “Still not dead? So let me tell you again, that tattoo on you is not a totem of any god, but a flame! You think I can't even tell the sun god from a regular flame tattoo? In the tribal culture of the Southern Ocean, this flame tattoo on you simply represents noble and auspicious meaning! It has nothing to do with the protection of spirits or anything! ”

Old Ben Card is sweating all over his body.

“What do you say?” After Dewey finished his breath, his tone gradually calmed down: “Are you surprised? Then tell me who you really are! Hmm, you're smart and cunning, and you've invented such a plausible lie to lie to me! If Master Ben hadn't done some research on Nanyang culture, he would have fooled you! ”

Old Benka was still stunned, and Dewey was just in time to remind him: "The poor Lufik is still being whipped. Do you want to keep thinking about wasting time like this? ”

Old Benka suddenly woke up, screaming, “No! Stop hitting him! I said everything! ”

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