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Pinecone Island is located 300 nautical miles southeast of Rhode Island. This small island looks like a pinecone. It is a must-pass supply point for the fleet to and from time to time. Dozens of merchant ships are moored here every day, filling the small port with a large amount.

Under the warm noon sunshine, in the cloudy sails of Pinecone Island, a medium-sized ship with a red dragon pattern was making the final preparations before leaving the port. Dozens of sailors were working hard on the deck, and from time to time raised their heads, looking at the red-haired beauty leaning against the side of the ship, looking into the distance.

"Two days, six hours, seventy-two minutes..." Christine gently patted the boat's side, looked at a familiar back, slowly blending into the crowded crowd. For a moment, she really thought she had seen that guy, but all this was destined to be just an illusion.

Since she said goodbye that evening, she has boarded the once extremely familiar ship for some undeniable reasons, and left Rhode Island overnight, sailing southeastward, and not seeing land again until today.

There is no farewell party, no farewell ceremony, and no chance to see that person again. Perhaps the life in Rhode Island is just a memory for me, a beautiful memory that I can only miss slowly in the future... If there is still a future.

"In the future? It depends on whether you are willing to cooperate." A sudden sharp laugh suddenly sounded not far behind her, like a poisonous snake spitting out a snake letter, making people feel involuntarily creepy.

Accompanied by this sharp laughter, a thin old man in a black cloak appeared on the deck in a gloomy face. His long face was as thin as a skeleton, completely sunk into his eye sockets, and a pair of turbid black eyes staring at Christine's delicate body, full of greed and evil desires.

"Have you seen enough?" Christine frowned in disgust and gently pressed the magic crystal cannon beside her. "Gebulin, I warn you again. If you dare to stare at me like this, I will blow you into a meat dump that can't be even matched!"

"Is that so? You can try it!" The old man in black robe, known as Gebulin, sneered indifferently, and stretched out his thin palm like a chicken claw, pointing to the corner of the deck not far away. "I'm sure that even if I tear your clothes open now, you can only smile and cater to it, unless you don't want the lives of those children!"

"Despicable!" Christine's eyes were filled with anger, and the towering "shuxing" was rising and falling violently, as if magma would burst out at any time.

If she could, she wanted to raise the magic crystal cannon and smash the despicable and vulgar old man into meat pie, but she didn't dare to do so after all, because in the corner of the deck not far away, Vivian and a dozen sisters were chasing and playing, and there were five or six expressionless strong men next to her, vigilantly surrounding them to monitor.

I had no idea what kind of crisis my sister encountered. Vivian and the others had a great time. They just felt very strange why they had to leave Rhode Island suddenly and didn't even have time to say goodbye to the kind Uncle Lin. The uncles on the ship always walked around with gloomy faces, and they always shouted and drank fiercely.

"See it, you don't want them to be hurt, don't you?" Gerbrin showed his dirty black teeth, and his greedy and evil eyes seemed even more unscrupulous. "So, dear little beauty, you'd better work together. If you are willing to be obedient, Lord Grantai will be very happy."

"Don't mention that bastard to me!" Christine became even more angry at the hated name, and coughed violently uncontrollably. "I don't have an uncle like that, who is trying to seize the property, drive us away, and even has this damn curse. What else is disgusting that bastard can't do?"

"Look, you look so cute when you are angry." Gerblin narrowed his turbid eyes, and his palms like chicken feet were trembling excitedly. "But you still have to go back to him obediently. Even if you don't want to lift the curse on your body, you have to consider Vivian and the others, unless you want to see them suffer the torture of the curse."

"You scum!" Christine held the boat tightly, and the hard oak gradually shattered under her palms, which was enough to prove the degree of anger in her heart. "If you have the ability, come to me and deal with a few children, don't you feel shameful?"

"Not at all, on the contrary, I'm very proud." Gerbrin's face was covered in a sickly flush. "Maybe you don't know yet. When Lord Grandet asked someone to cast a curse, I also helped me a little... Well, it's so wonderful. It's exciting to be able to watch a group of innocent children who will suffer from curses one day in the future."

Bastard! Christine clenched her teeth and wanted to wave her fists desperately and smash it hard on the bastard's face. But when she saw Vivian and the others over there, she suddenly felt like she had been poured with a basin of cold water, and could only barely suppress her grief and anger.

"Let's relax, they may not die." Gerbrin walked closer with satisfaction, with a few steps, and his big mouth emitting a foul smell almost always pressed on Christine's face. "As long as you go back, as long as you obey Lord Grante's orders, maybe one day in the future, he will be kind and relieve this curse."

With a few steps back in disgust, Christine snorted coldly with her arms in her arms. She didn't believe such words, but no matter how little she didn't believe it, she could only hold the last glimmer of hope, even if it was so small.

"It's better to have hope than not, isn't it?" Gerbrin approached again, pressing against Christine tightly, and trembling excitedly, stretching out his thin palm covered with blue veins. "Then, my dear little beauty, maybe you should prove your obedience, for example..."

"Damn it, don't touch me!" Christine yelled in anger, took a few steps back again, but finally hit the side of the ship behind her and had no way back.

"Are you sure you said no?" Gerbrin smiled sinisterly, his eyes shining with a greedy and evil light, like a ferocious demon wolf coveting food. He saw the lamb without resistance. "Dear Christine, you'd better not resist, you'd better smile, otherwise..."

Bastard! Christine clenched her fists angrily, but she really couldn't resist, so she could only watch, looking at the dirty palms covered with black hair, and trembling excitedly towards herself, even touching her white skin.

"How wonderful, how wonderful it is." Gerblin smiled wildly, with disgusting saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth. "Do you know? On the day you held your coming-of-age ceremony, I have been longing for one day to press you under you, tear your clothes, bite every inch of your skin, and..."

"Then, you're dead!" But at this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from the mast above, drifting across the deck with the wind-
Chapter completed!