Chapter 106 Brave Girl
On the streets of Sabaody Archipelago, coated bubbles reflect false dreams, while the air is filled with a sickening smell of decay—the stench of Celestial Dragons, a mixture of perfume and blood.
The Rozward family, surrounded by ten CP0 agents, rode their slaves and swaggered down the middle of the street.
Wherever they passed, civilians knelt down and bowed their heads, wishing they could bury themselves in the dirt, for fear of being caught by the gaze of these Celestial Dragons.
Saint Rozward rode on the back of a wounded slave, his fat body almost breaking the man's spine.
His face was like a ball of swollen dough, and he wore sunglasses to cover his swollen eyelids.
Saint Charlos followed beside him, his slaves on horseback, his snot like sticky maggots wriggling on his thick lips.
From time to time, he would wipe it with his jeweled ring-wearing fingers and then casually splash it on the faces of the civilians kneeling on the side of the road.
Shariya sat on a gold-inlaid sedan chair carried by four slaves, her slender fingers playing with a necklace of human teeth, her smile as sweet as poison.
On both sides of the street, civilians had already knelt together, their foreheads pressed against the ground, holding their breath.
An old woman's knees were deeply sunk into the gravel, blood seeping out, but she didn't dare to move an inch.
The young mother pressed her child's face against her chest, fearing that the childish eyes would bring disaster.
The vendors' goods were scattered all over the ground, but no one dared to pick them up, as if the fruits and cloths were a deadly plague.
Saint Charlos's nose was running, and his eyes were full of arrogance and morbid excitement.
Saint Charlos suddenly pulled the reins on the slave, his fat body trembling with excitement.
He raised his bloated arm and pointed at a little girl kneeling on the street - she was no more than seven or eight years old, her thin body trembling under her coarse cloth clothes.
"Hehe... I haven't tasted this before!"
His voice seemed to be squeezed out from a sticky throat, and his tongue licked across his yellowed teeth. "She's the one! Take her away!"
Saint Rozward glanced at them lightly, waved his cane lightly, and signaled CP0 to take action.
A CP0 agent wearing a white mask paused slightly.
Through the gap in the mask, his remaining conscience allowed him to see the moment when the girl looked up in fear - her eyes were filled with despair that did not belong to her age.
Just two seconds of hesitation.
"Bang--!!!"
A wisp of green smoke emerged from Saint Charlos's golden pistol.
A bloody hole exploded in the CP0's chest, and his mask shattered, revealing half of his young and stunned face.
"You piece of shit! You dare not listen to the Celestial Dragons!"
Saint Charlos blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and spitted his snot onto the corpse.
Another CP0 immediately stepped forward and grabbed the girl's shoulders with his iron-like hands.
She was lifted up like a young animal to be slaughtered. The moment her feet left the ground, purple scars appeared under her trouser legs - it was obvious that she had been abused.
The streets were dead silent.
The civilians knelt even lower, and some even began to retch, but dared not make a sound.
Saint Rozward yawned and said lazily, "Hurry up, I still need to pick some new slaves."
Laughter from the Sharlia Palace lingered in the bloody air. "Father, wasn't that singing toy you bought last time only broken three days ago?"
Behind them, the CP0 colleague who was shot was lying quietly in a pool of blood.
As for CP0, who was holding the little girl, his eyes were numb under the mask.
In this ocean, even "evil" is divided into different levels.
The coated bubbles of the Sabaody Archipelago reflected dreamy colors in the sunlight, and the snot of Saint Charlos pulled sticky threads on his thick lips.
He rode on the slave's back, and his bloated body pressed down on the poor man's spine, causing him to make a crackling sound under the heavy burden.
"Raise it higher." Saint Charlos tapped CP0's shoulder with his golden cane.
The white-masked agent silently carried out the order, lifting the thin girl to Celestial Dragons' eye level.
Leah's bare feet swayed slightly in the air, the soles of her feet still wet with dew from selling flowers that morning.
A breeze blew by, bringing with it the bloody smell from the distant auction house.
Saint Charlos's cloudy eyes surveyed his prey, then he suddenly grinned, revealing his jagged yellow teeth. "Your eyes... saved you."
The girl's pupils trembled slightly - they were a pair of amber eyes, so clear that they seemed to be able to reflect all the sins in the world.
She knew that this was her only value.
"Put it down." Celestial Dragons waved his staff. "Follow."
When Leah's bare feet stepped on the hot stone again, she noticed that the CP0s silently adjusted their positions.
These once feared agents now kept a perfect distance - not wanting to touch the "Celestial Dragons' property" but also wanting to ensure that she would not escape.
Leia followed silently behind the slave mount, her feet reddened by the scorching sun-baked stone slabs.
She recalled the scene in the flower shop when she last saw her parents.
It was a rainy evening. My father was trimming the thorns of the roses, and my mother was humming a song while changing the water for the hyacinths.
When the doorbell rang, no one expected that three drunken Pirates would walk in.
"Wow, this flower shop is pretty good."
The leading Pirates was smoking a cigar, with a gold-studded pistol visible under his black coat.
How easily the knife pierced his father's chest as he stood in front of the cash register.
How the mother's throat was slit as she rushed forward, blood splattered on the white baby's breath, like a suddenly blooming red flower.
She hid among the blood-stained flowers and saw through the gaps between the petals that the murderer had a cigar in his mouth, as if he had just done something insignificant.
For the past six months, she has been making a living by selling remaining flower seeds and sleeping curled up in an abandoned wine barrel every day.
If you are taken away... you will live for three days at most.
She had heard about the Celestial Dragons' "wives" - after being tired of playing with them, some were fed to wild beasts, and some were made into "dolls" for exhibition.
Instead of that...
She suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Saint Charlos, her childish voice like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath:
"Sir! Now that I'm your wife... can you do me a favor?"
The air froze instantly.
Among the civilians kneeling on both sides of the street, some secretly looked up at Leia.
That look wasn't one of sympathy, but naked resentment—why did this ignorant little b**ch have to provoke the Celestial Dragons?
"Are you crazy?!"
The bakery owner pressed his forehead against the ground, cursing in his heart, "We can only survive if the Celestial Dragons are gone!"
"This little b*****d wants to kill everyone on the street!"
The fishmonger's wife clutched her apron tightly, digging her nails into her palms.
Even the CP0s fell into a brief moment of confusion.
The leading agent frowned beneath his mask. In his twenty-year career, he had executed revolutionaries and suppressed riots, but he had never encountered a civilian who dared to bargain with Celestial Dragons, let alone an eight-year-old girl.
Saint Rozwald suddenly smiled. He stroked the ruby on the top of his cane, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Oh? What's the matter?"
A hint of interest flashed in his cloudy eyes, like a child who discovered a new toy.
Leah took a deep breath, and her childish voice was especially clear in the dead silence of the street: "Help me kill a Pirates!"
"Kill him, and I will serve this lord well!"
Leah turned to Saint Rozward, her voice clear as a church bell.
Mom and Dad, I can finally avenge you! Leah cried in her heart.
Her amber eyes sparkled with a strange light, a determination that could only be radiated by a dying person.
There was a glint in her eyes, but she didn't notice the gradually distorted face of Saint Charlos.
Saint Charlos's face suddenly twisted, his thick lips trembling as he suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh: "Hahaha! These days, even untouchables are qualified to negotiate terms?!"
Before he could finish his words, Charlos pointed his Holy Golden Pistol at the girl's head. All he wanted was a plaything and he was not someone who dared to bargain. It seemed that this girl was not suitable to be his fourteenth wife.
The moment the trigger was pulled, Leah closed her eyes: Dad and Mom, I'm here to find you...
"Clang!"
The bullet froze in front of Leia, as if hitting an invisible barrier.
Rogge's figure emerged from the void, and the "Absolute Justice" on his cloak gleamed in the sunlight.
Aien instantly flashed to Leah's side and hugged the tearful girl in his arms:
"Little girl, you are very brave!"