The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1056
[Chapter 95]
“But in order to prevent possible blood relative revenge in the future, the pirates have come up with a new rule. That is to give them a chance… As long as their children are sent to the casino as chips, they may risk his life back. .”
Isaac exhaled slowly, and while recalling, muttered:
“And if you can really win the bet, then you can indeed let them out – this is a very rare situation, because everyone knows the bet The dealer in the stall will definitely do something. However, these vicious pirates will occasionally release one or two lives on purpose to give them a way to survive.
“Anyway, this execution or not, it will not bring benefits to the pirates.
Rather than as the price of maintaining another ‘tradition’.
“These children, watching their father or mother, tie themselves up and send them to a vicious casino. Watching them in a crazy and twisted posture that they are not familiar with, without anyone’s urging, they will take their children in person. After the ‘one arm’, ‘liver’, ‘whole body’ and other parts are gradually pressed up and lost bit by bit…
“These children will gradually become more aware of their Parents lose ‘love’.
“Of course, they’re not actually dismembered, it’s just to scare them…because ‘lives’ are worth at least twenty times more than pieces. But children don’t understand this, in their minds they are Being ‘cut into pieces and sold’ by parents.
“And the impact of this ‘momentary hatred’ will be diluted over time.
So as the last part of this ceremony, when their parents lost their last chance and are about to be executed… The way of execution for these crazy parents will be chosen by the children who have been tied up and brought by themselves.
“They themselves participated in this process, so they wouldn’t ‘take it out’ easily. Instead, they would always remember the shock of this moment. In this way, the possibility of ‘revenge from the dead seeds’ can be effectively avoided. Although still not completely avoidable, it can reduce most of these situations.
“Silver spikes smeared with sea snake blood, which can instantly paralyze people through the heart, are the most gentle, and the whole process is completely painless; at the same time, there are strangulation or hanging with a rope, and then they put the body on their own. The most ruthless option is to hang them alive with iron hooks until they die. Of course, the executor must be the stall owner.
“Choose forgiveness, or revenge… Of course, I think There is nothing to forgive.
“A bastard who sells his children to gambling stalls just for his own survival—it’s no different from that man.”
Isaac looked at the man’s motionless posture, and was silent for a moment, The voice became lighter: “Of course,
this choice… has no meaning for him.”
Because that man is now dead.
Therefore, there is no point in bringing out the silver nails.
But as a sense of ritual…how to deal with his corpse after his death, he still has to choose.
The boy’s eyes moved back and forth between the two objects.
He gradually took a step forward.
His hand hesitantly reached for the rope – but only for a moment.
His movements paused for a while, and then he firmly pressed the iron hook.
There was dark red rust on the iron hook, and there might also be residual dried blood.
The cold temperature, the rust gas can seep into the blood vessels just by touching it repeatedly – the boy couldn’t help but start to tremble.
The girl next to her with red eyes, raised her head firmly and looked at all this.
She was obviously sad.
But she also made no objection to the choice of another child.
She looked older than the boy – about eleven or twelve years old.
At this age, she is already a little sensible and knows what life will be like facing her.
The old family affection had already been shattered to the ground the moment he sent them here.
“Good boy. Brave boy.” The
stall owner made a deep, abyss-like voice with satisfaction: “How brave can you be?”
“…I can see all of this.”
The boy spoke for the first time.
He stared at the man, and in a hoarse voice, he said word by word: “I hope to see him hung up by iron hooks.”
“Hehehehehehe…” The
stall owner made a pleasant voice.
He praised: “Thank you for the tragedy… After many years, I saw all this again.”
“He chose the same as mine, stall owner.”
The big fat man with the iron hook showed a devilish smile.
It might have been a simple, honest and happy smile, but on his face full of scars and bullet holes, it looked so hideous.
“I remember, you said the same twenty years ago. Gary.”
The man wearing the white ecstasy mask made a pleasant voice: “I said that his qualifications will be very good.”
“You will sell me Where?” the
boy asked softly.
“It depends on how strong you can be.” The
stall owner patted him on the shoulder and made a demonic persuasion: “If you are strong and brave enough…you might be one of us.”
“I think, I can.” The
boy said hoarsely. “I have nothing to lose.”
“Then look at it, boy.”
The fat man Gary chuckled and put the rope over his shoulder.
He flexibly turned the iron hook in a circle and cut the rope.
Put down the body of the middle-aged man.
Afterwards, he was like golfing—wielding the hook with great speed and piercing the man’s chin with great precision.
and pierced from one of its cheeks.
The crowd next to him booed.
“You can’t aim your mouth so wide!”
“Fat Gary’s hands are shaking, he’s more of a woman!”
“Fat Gary, you can’t pee!”
“—Shut up!”
Gary growled angrily. .
He pulled out the hook and swung it hard again.
This time, the tip of the iron hook was successfully stabbed out of his mouth.
His tongue was stuck out, meaning that the man died by “broken appointment” – the cheek was penetrated because of “disgrace”, and the eye was penetrated because of “not growing eyes”.
The girl’s body trembled slightly.
But no more crying.
The boy’s eyes flashed a trace of relief and confusion.
“Okay, Gary. Drag the meat into the sea.” The
stall owner said casually and patted the boy’s shoulder: “‘If you die, you will sink into the sea, don’t let your anger out.’ Let’s calm down. It’s over. ”
And the stall owner let go of the hand on the girl’s shoulder.
He took off his mask and gave it to the girl.
He showed a simple and honest face like a tavern owner.
If you just look at his face, I am afraid that he is a middle-aged mercenary, and he will not be blocked by him as a gambling stall.
He lifted the boy up and placed it on his shoulders.
A female dealer behind him handed him a bottle of wine.
And handed the same bad wine to everyone present, even Annan and Isaac took a bottle.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Harold. Harold Ed… No, I don’t have a last name.”
“Then you will be called Harold! ‘Bold’ Harold!”
the stall owner exclaimed.
He bit the wine bottle directly, took two sips, and then poured two more sips from the child on his shoulder.
Then hold it high.
The people around were also cheering and drinking the wine from the bottle.
Some took a sip, while others drank the whole bottle.
Annan also took a symbolic sip.
The taste is bitter, with a tinge of iron nails and fish in it.
It doesn’t seem to be a problem with the brewing process, but contamination during storage.
“Welcome ‘Bold’ Harold to our big family!” The
stall owner shouted, throwing the bottle to the ground and breaking it.
Everyone around cheered and smashed the wine bottle in their hands.
Then everything suddenly dispersed like this, and UU reading www.sonicmtl.com went back to do their own thing.
Only Annan and Isaac remained.
Just after watching this dark, cruel, and somewhat bizarre hero-style ceremony, Annan looked at Isaac.
Without waiting for Annan to ask, Isaac nodded: “I was almost like this back then.”
“…So, what did you choose?”
“Of course…it’s a hook.”
Isaac whispered: “I watched his soul return to the sea.
“Although we have an old saying here, ‘When a man dies, he sinks into the sea, and one cannot vent his anger.’
But that’s what I said… But that hatred, I still haven’t completely forgotten it.
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(End of this chapter)
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