Pirate Kingship

The leader scratched his head and had no choice but to lead the group into the house.

They saw an old lady with a full head of silver hair, apparently sick, lying in bed, covered tightly.

"Old lady, may I ask..."

As they stepped forward to see her face clearly, their eyes suddenly widened.

"You are..."

The lights went out automatically, and the door slammed shut.

In the pitch-black house, there were "crunch crunch" chewing sounds.

Not long after, the lights came back on, and a towering figure, initially hunched but gradually swelling up, appeared on the glass window.

The voice was gentle and kind:

"My dear Little Red Riding Hood hasn’t arrived yet, could she be playing somewhere again?

Six wolves, 1382 humans, almost restored, only the last meal left, and have to wait for dear Little Red Riding Hood to come... "

Under the night, the cabin lights shone warmly as usual, peaceful, calm, and harmonious.

...

The time is slightly moved forward.

The girl Britney, wearing a red hooded cape, carried a basket, running like a deer in the increasingly dark forest.

Her skin was fair, her features delicate, a silver-gray strand of hair hanging on her forehead, looking only fifteen or sixteen, yet she had blossomed into a little beauty.

Seemingly just a human girl without extraordinary powers, her movements were very agile.

Though she lost a boot in her haste, it didn’t affect her pace at all.

Her expression was a bit alert, scanning the surrounding forest as if guarding against something chasing from the darkness, a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes:

"Today, I clearly promised my mother to deliver bread and wine to sick Grandma, but how did I accidentally play too long in the forest and forget the time.

Now the sun is setting, and those terrifying big gray wolves will come out again.

As for those outsiders who just arrived by boat...

I don’t know why, but there are two voices in my head, one wants them to land, to go with me to find Grandma under the three oak trees.

The other voice wants them to stay away from here, not to come near.

It’s making my head hurt.

However, they look like those outsiders who encountered shipwrecks and had their ships sink before, all refusing to be persuaded, wanting to land, wanting to build some fortress bridgehead here, later..."

Recalling other outsiders seemed a bit difficult, and she couldn’t help but frown:

"Where did they go afterward? Why can’t I remember?"

She intuitively felt this matter was very important to her, like she had forgotten many critically urgent issues, and her heart was inexplicably anxious.

Deep in thought, she didn’t notice a Black Iron Race escaped slave hiding motionlessly behind a giant dandelion by the forest path.

The gaze towards her was full of greed, alongside unabashed blazing lust.

"Lucky me."

Taking advantage of the night, he escaped from a nearby estate ruled by northern outsiders into this forbidding forest, shaking off the hunters and pursuers.

Never expected to find such a beautiful girl living here, he drooled instantly.

The history of the Black Iron Race being used as slaves on this continent is extremely long, and the treatment varies by different tribes.

Some are castrated and sent to serve in courts like a bell-bearing orange cat, more tame and obedient.

Others luckily escape the knife, deported to plantations or mines as laborers, averaging a lifespan of less than five years.

He was undoubtedly the latter.

If there’s no hope for the rest of his life, running away loses any meaning.

A shadow briefly passed over the face of the escapee, whose features were indistinguishable:

"If it weren’t for being discovered by Smith, why would I need to run away when I could live comfortably in the estate by pleasing that madam with my skill of turning wheels?

From that madam’s words, I learned there might be a powerful female wizard living here.

Even though she’s older, she should find it hard to resist my special skill.

Once I learn witchcraft, I’ll make you all my slaves!"

Though escaped down here without finding any villages or houses, just a lone girl, seeming odd.

But encountering such a beauty, there’s no reason to miss the opportunity.

Six steps, five steps, four steps...

Just when the escapee was about to leap at Britney, he suddenly felt something blowing on the back of his neck.

Then two hands rested on his shoulders.

His body froze instantly, only able to watch as the girl brushed past.

Relying on his racial talent to flee under the night, he naturally knew the great risk under the Blood Moon, yet he had confidence.

Not being able to read or write, knowing nothing besides the wizard living here, unaware of any Hidden of the Extraordinary World.

He constructed an absolute defense called the "fool’s boundary."

Unless particularly unlucky, he wouldn’t intersect with that dangerous world.

However, in such extreme ignorance, he hadn’t heard of: "Wolf’s hand on shoulder, don’t turn back."

In terror, he turned his head, only to have his neck bitten off by a towering big gray wolf standing taller than a human.

"Crunch!"

Upon hearing the noise, Britney, who had run past, discovered the escapee and the huge wolf with blood dripping from its mouth, also blending with the night.

The big gray wolf’s eyes, slightly tinged with golden amidst the eerie green, stared at her without any emotion but neither attacked her nor devoured the fallen escapee.