Twenty-four hours after the escape, Ulster Palace.
Fergal stared at the map on the table, his eyebrows tangled together, sighing and shaking his head.
Just yesterday, the most serious gladiator defection in history occurred in the royal city. The number of people involved reached more than 370. The most terrible thing is that this group of people actually took advantage of the day of the celebration to disguise themselves as corpses in front of the king's eyes.
Go down and escape from the city.
Just when Fergal was still puzzling over how these slaves managed to escape through many obstacles, the commander of the search team rushed in, covered in dust.
"How's it going? Have you found any trace of those people?" Fergal looked at the other party and asked with hope.
The commander took a deep breath and shook his head in frustration: "We have searched fifty kilometers to the south of the royal city and found no trace of the fugitive!"
Fergal asked again: "What about the border passes and outposts? Do they have any news?"
The depressed expression on the commander's face made Fergal sigh with a headache: "There are old people and children among these fugitives. Logically speaking, they can't walk fast at all. How could they disappear inexplicably?!"
The commander of the search team glanced deep into the palace and lowered his voice: "King, he still hasn't gotten out of bed?"
Fergal glanced at him and whispered: "The king is ill and is recuperating. Why do you ask?"
"I heard that because of the last battle yesterday, some nobles in the royal city are planning to jointly protest to the king."
"protest?"
"It seems that many relatives and friends of the nobles were imprisoned in the stands yesterday and almost died at the mouth of the beast." The commander came closer again, and his voice was low enough that only two people could hear: "I also heard that there were
Many people visited Lord Fergus privately, saying that they wanted to work together to clean up the traitors around the king."
Fugal's body trembled, he was silent for a moment, and said softly: "I know..."
After the visitor left, Fergal slowly put away the map on the table, looked at the empty meeting hall, and fell into deep thought.
At the same time, at the boat dock in ancient Gucheng, a unique and brand-new two-masted cargo ship was parked quietly beside the plank road offshore.
Several businessmen dressed in the Southern Empire were haggling with officials at the dock while counting the slaves on board the ship.
From the outside, it looks like a very common slave ship.
But when you go to the cabin below the deck, you can see a completely different scene.
Hundreds of fully armed gladiators were waiting in the cabin, each busy with the task at hand, and from time to time they would listen to the goings on outside the cabin.
In the captain's cabin in the back cabin, two women were sitting on both sides of the table, talking in a low voice.
"You mean, this ship is mine?" Ayesha turned over and looked at the gold-plated document in her hand, and whispered the name of the new ship - Black Pearl.
Rachel, who was wearing a loose nun's robe, picked up a Ulster specialty - a snake fruit, threw it into her mouth, chewed it slowly, and corrected the errors in Aisha's words: "'Black Pearl'"
The ship is not yours yet. The Muxi Kingdom has just signed an agreement with you. You will serve as the captain on this ship and complete the relevant tasks assigned by the kingdom. After three years, the ship will be yours."
"After three years, the ship will be mine? How do I know you are not lying to me?"
Rachel rolled her eyes at Ayesha and pointed to the document in the other person's hand: "The official document of the Muxi Kingdom, His Majesty's autograph, and the King's seal that is guaranteed to be fake, what else are you worried about?"
"What do you want me to do in these three years?"
"You should have seen this ship. Although it can be used as an armed ship with some modifications, the original intention of the design is still for trade. So, don't worry, Muxi Kingdom only needs you to use this ship to complete some transportation tasks.
. Of course, you can also use this ship on your own when the kingdom does not assign a mission. As long as what you do does not conflict with the interests of the Muxi Kingdom, we will not stop it."
Seeing Ayesha lowering her head and saying nothing, Rachel stood up from the chair, clapped her hands and said, "Okay, since you have no problem, get ready, we will set sail soon."
Rachel turned around and opened the door. Just as she was about to leave, the sound from behind made her stop.
"Mr. Derek...is he okay?"
Slowly turning around, Rachel saw a face that was pretending to be strong.
"He has returned to Muxi City, and the king has a new task for him."
"Yes..., that's good."
Rachel paused for a while and suddenly asked Ayesha: "I have a question for you. What would you do if what appeared in front of you was a relationship that would never come to fruition?"
"No results?"
Ayesha's heterochromatic eyes lit up with an unknown flame, and her words carried her unique personality and publicity: "It's not anyone else's turn to decide whether my relationship has a result or not!"
Rachel tilted her head and thought for a while. When she looked at the other person again, an incomprehensible emotion flashed in her eyes: "Ayesha, sometimes, I really envy you."
"By the way, the reason why this ship was named the 'Black Pearl' was also the result of Mr. Derek's request to His Majesty the King."
Leaving these words behind, Rachel walked out of the cabin door, leaving Ayesha alone in a daze.
Raising the anchor and raising the sail, the "Black Pearl" broke through the waves and slowly sailed away from the harbor of the Kingdom of Ulster.
Todd stood on the bow of the boat, looking back at the land farther and farther behind him, enjoying the feeling of the slightly cold sea breeze blowing across his face, and a comfortable breath flowing throughout his chest.
As the speed of the boat became faster and faster, the expressions of people on board became more and more relaxed. Some people cheered loudly to the sea, some hugged each other and cried, and some knelt down and prayed silently to the sky.
Rachel walked up the stairs to the bow deck and immediately saw Todd admiring the sea view.
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure standing next to Todd—Deirdre.
Walking to Todd's side, Rachel coughed deliberately, and then said in a more serious tone: "Mr. Boyle, there are some things we need to talk about."
Todd turned his head and looked at Rachel with confusion on his face. The latter tilted his head towards Deirdre, which suddenly made the former realize.
"Oh, okay." Todd walked off the bow and followed Rachel to a deserted corner, completely unaware of Deirdre's depressed look.
Seeing that there was no one around, Rachel moved closer to Todd, as if she was cuddling in his arms.
"This boatload of people, do you still plan to take them to Froststone Camp?"
Todd nodded, and later he looked at Rachel who was almost close to his chest, frowned and said, "Yes, but do we need to be so close?"
Looking at Deirdre's resentful look not far away, Rachel smiled and said, "You don't understand now, but you will definitely thank me in the future."