"Master, let me go..." A black shadow squatting in the corner heard a sound...

When everyone looked back, it was the indigenous warrior Sarika. If he could send messages, it would be great. [: But how should he send messages? This is not land. Even if Sarika's hidden skills are very strong, it is not so easy to enter the other party's sealed cabin. If he is caught and exposed Zhang Fan's team's plan, it will be troublesome.

"A bitter plan!" Akan sneered, "This is easy to do, he accidentally annoyed me, and then we beat Sarika away!" He turned to Sarika and said, "For your fellow villager, just hold it a little..."

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Early the next morning...

"You nigger! You dare to break the Baron's favorite gem box! You dirty gorilla! Do you want to steal Baron's gem?!" Aken used a stick to hit Sarika who was holding his head and fell on the deck, and was panting. It seemed that he was in anger and beaten this guy for a long time!

Sarika was covered in wounds, but she didn't dare to fight back. The other indigenous sailors on the side were also trembling and did not dare to step forward! Drake in the helm seemed to be very used to this scene. In his eyes, these black slaves were just wild and difficult to tame beasts, so they needed to teach a lesson to control their wildness!

Drake chewed the tobacco leaves while "hehe" laughed strangely. However, after the natives who were beaten by Aken fainted with a scream, he murmured: "It's a pity that a good piece of material... These black slaves are much better than those guys who get their wages. They are obedient and capable. They beat them up and vent their anger, and there is no trouble!"

Aken kicked Sarika and shouted at the other natives, waving a blood-stained stick, "This is the end of offending the Baron! You barbaric guys, work hard for me, otherwise it will be his end! Don't treat the Baron's kindness as your blessing! You must be afraid of the Baron! He is your God! Your life! Everything about you! You must worship him unconditionally! Service him!"

Then he turned around and shouted at Drake in the helm: "Captain Drake, I'll leave this annoying guy to you. Lord Baron never wants to see him again!"

Drake pinched the brim of the hat and smiled, "Then put him in the black slaves, don't waste it, transport it to the Caribbean, and you can also exchange it for some gold pounds. I said that these dirty barbarians need lessons! The Baron is just too kind..."

"It's up to you..." Aken threw the stick angrily, kicked Sarika, who was completely silent, and then turned around and got into the cabin.

Drake shook his head helplessly, called a white sailor, and asked a few people to carry Sarika to the boat and send it to Hawkins' ship loading black slaves. It was also on this day that Hawkins' fleet arrived on the West African coast, the modern Senegal region. Hawkins and Drake set foot on this continent with joy...

Hawkins, who has come to this mainland for the third time to do black slave business, is naturally familiar with the journey and has been in contact with the local tribal chiefs very smoothly. Dozens of black slaves joined the Hawkins black slave group after exchanging salt and cheap industrial products. After such a smooth exchange of the first batch of black slaves, Hawkins became amazed at the prospect of this trip to the African continent.

Without the addition of Zhang Fan's team, everything would be as beautiful as Hawkins' longing. Because with the arrival of these black slaves, Hawkins received a very bad news. In the ship loaded with black slaves, there were suddenly signs of scurvy. This was a very terrible thing for the ocean-going sailors.

But this bad thing was quickly resolved. Because the mysterious Oriental Dragon Slaying Hero, the Lifelong Baron of England, was actually a very outstanding doctor. With his wonderful skills, the sailor who suffered from scurvy quickly recovered. This made Hawkins very grateful and thought he owed the baron a big favor.

I thought that the cumbersome trade on the African continent were soon forgotten by Hawkins. The black slave merchant had to meet the local chiefs every day. Not all chiefs were greedy people who ignored the interests of their tribesmen. On the contrary, most tribal leaders were very responsible. They were only willing to exchange local specialties, not far away to make their labor and soldiers lose their labor force.

Hawkins hated responsibility very much. He was thinking in his mind whether he should use some force to punish these ignorant indigenous tribe leaders and let them accept their proposals obediently.

"I don't think this is necessary. If we have not yet achieved good results when we reach the Ivory Gold Coast, it is not too late to consider force. Now is our first stop, and there are many African tribe leaders waiting for us to trade. If we use force now, the tribe leaders behind may not dare to trade with us. You must know that on this continent, bad news will blow away with the wind..." Drake made a very cautious proposal.

"There is another thing. I want to select some clever guys from the black slaves to train them. It's like a circus teaching monkeys to play tricks and let them learn basic navigation. You should know that the black slaves I got in Cape Verde are born sailors, and they are not as ignorant as black slaves on the mainland..." Drake proposed a bold idea.

"These dirty barbarians are born robbers and thieves. Aren't you worried that they will rebel?" Hawkins asked shamelessly. These real robbers always take it for granted that they rob others.

Drake said proudly: "I personally trained a group of black slave sailors from the baron. They are very outstanding. They are much better than the group of vampires we recruited from Plymouth Harbor! Those guys only know how to drink and can't do anything! Think about it, cheap sailors who don't have to pay wages, and don't even use rum to remind them that it's time to work! They rarely eat steak, they only need a little pig food to work hard for you. Even if they beat them up, they dare not resist."

"As long as we don't teach them to use muskets, these guys will only work! We only need to hire a group of ruthless people to start. Just trustworthy guys just watch them! This kind of person is caught by pirates in Plymouth Harbor! To be honest, as long as you are a little nicer to them, these black slaves are much more loyal than those pirate sailors. The black slaves under Baron Shi Fan all regard him as a god! Hehe, I want to say that this guy is indeed a good player in this regard..."

Hawkins was already moved when he heard about sailors who didn't have to spend money, "You said it right, but those loyal sailors who have followed us for many years are still very useful. You can do this. In this way, the number of black slaves we can sell this time will probably be less. But if what you said is true, it can save us a lot of gold pounds..."

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In the cabin of the 'Saint-China Ark', Akan laughed and said, "This sudden sepsis has helped us a lot! Uh, I don't know how it is going on in Sarica..."

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"Do you really think those Orientals will help us?" asked a strong black man with a weird tattoo on his face.

Sarika knelt on one knee, covered her heart and sweared: "The God of Rada is above, they are the real Roko (the elves of herbs. They practice sacrifices and folk remedies of herbs, sacrifices and temple guardians.) The God of Rada sent us our good voodoo (voodoo elves). We can trust them. They are different from those white devils! Sarika swears in the name of his ancestors!"

The strong black man with a tattoo on his face nodded solemnly, "Sarica is a warrior blessed by God Lada. I can believe your words. I will find a way with the priest to spread the terrifying plague on these brothers... Are you sure that those Eastern people can heal them? You must know that once we summon the demon's hand, there is no way to eliminate it!"

"Those magical Orientals have the ability to drive away the demon's hands, I have seen it with my own eyes!" Sarika nodded seriously.

The strong tattooed man, silent for a while, said to a thin indigenous black man beside him: "Are you willing to sacrifice your life for everyone? In return, your mother and brother will never go hungry..."

The thin black man immediately knelt down, "It is my glory to sacrifice his life for the messenger of God Radha!"

The strong tattooed man touched his head silently and murmured: "You may be in great pain..."

Sarika turned his head away, and he knew that this summoning ceremony would be very bloody, because they had used this ritual to summon the plague to curse the opponent. It must be sacrificed by living people. In the tribe, prisoners can also be used as bloody medium for the ritual, and only their own people have sacrificed here. And they do not have any weapons and knives now, which means that the wizard must tear the thin brother apart with his hands and take his internal organs out in front of the eyes of the internal organ master. This brother cannot shout out yet, attracting the attention of the detainees...

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The fleet traveled south along the coastline of West Africa. Every time it arrived at a simple anchorage, it would stop, find local tribes, contact the leaders, and exchange some black slaves or commodities for cheap industrial products. Although Zhang Fan's team's ships also followed everyone, under the strict review of Shu Yao, the transaction volume was very small each time, and it was only exchanged for gold and gems.

"It is still a long way to go from the Ivory Coast and the Gold Coast. When you get there, there will be a large number of gems, ivory and gold production. We are not in a hurry now." Shu Yao said slowly while drinking tea.

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