Black Sail
Chapter 547: CLXXVI. The Property Rights of Life

Chapter 547: CLXXVI. The Property Rights of Life

These corpses are Banu’s compatriots.

He couldn’t believe that he had come this far, whether it was executing the Priest of Black Rock City or participating in this massacre.

No matter how powerful the army.

Under the butcher knife of the Vice Director of the Old Aran’s largest violent institution, there was no resistance, just one-sided slaughter.

Banu’s fingers trembled slightly...

He seemed not to be cut out for this, not like those strong fighters in the Northern Prison who became braver with each kill.

But Zote had already detected the hiding places of the leader, or rather the Divine Sovereign Church’s Goddess, but he didn’t go there immediately.

Power is such a wonderful thing.

It doesn’t actually exist; it only forms as self-restraint based on imagination. Only this way can the despicable be left with no place to hide, and those who secretly follow their will be purified.

Zote instead sat down, at the edge of the ballast tank’s saltwell, and casually stirred his knife in it to wash away the blood.

Damned.

He seemed to have forgotten it was a salt lake; this could easily cause rust, but it didn’t matter.

Those who cherish their blades are the unrefined ones.

It’s just a tool, like a pickaxe for digging minerals, a knife is just an iron tool for scraping out souls.

Seeing the listless Banu, Zote comforted him.

"Before I joined the Witch Hunting Secret Department, I was an escort.

Protecting various traveling merchants.

The biggest one I ever encountered was involved in smuggling cultural relics.

He once told me, there are only three ways for people to make money: one is through labor, another is through asset appreciation, but those who rely solely on these two are just small characters.

The best way is through aura, the spillover value created by influence.

Do you understand what I’m saying? I now believe that gods really exist, maybe there truly is the Eternal and Time Dragon.

I am now wrapped in His aura, giving me such immense power.

But that merchant told me the greatest secret is, behind these three points, everything in the world, the essence of everything is actually real estate.

And it seems the Holy Spirit Sect, Eternal Sect, Divine Sovereign Church, and the Bay People’s belief in the Northern God, are also real estate.

The land in people’s spirits can also be bought and appreciated as long as you build wonders and give alms.

But the essence of real estate is also just a castle in the air.

All creations, including people, are inherently free, heaven does not take them, earth does not manage them, and gods cannot intervene, right?

But because of real estate, your spirit’s ownership was handed to capital, from the Ancient Era to the present Western Continent.

Now you should understand the rules of the game.

You must become the capital, increase your influence, the land in people’s spirits is limited.

And there is only one way to buy spiritual property, just like I used to do in Old Aran, let those who secretly follow their will have no place to hide."

After washing the blood off his knife, Zote slowly stood up; he had already found the corner where the Goddess was hiding, slowly walked towards it.

The girl hiding in the closet was crying, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t make a sound.

Almost playfully.

Zote’s footsteps grew heavier, sounding clearer and closer to her ears, and when he reached the closet door, the sound of his footsteps was loud, and he stepped on a corpse; blood could be heard spurting out of the rotten flesh under pressure.

The girl was finally overwhelmed by the psychological pressure and sobbed.

Zote opened the door, shining his torch on the girl inside.

What he saw first was a terrifying face with a beast’s claw scar and a missing left eye,

Zote immediately yanked her out, dragging her by the hair across the blood-soaked ground. The girl screamed shrilly and fought desperately, splashing puddles of blood.

Zote dragged her in front of Banu, his blood-stained hand gripping her terrified face; Zote was expressionless, to him this was just a job, like someone preparing a document for a land bid.

Suddenly.

Banu understood everything, just as Zote had described.

Mulong’s education was already monopolized, public schools had become ornaments, resources were all tilted towards private schools, the upward channel completely closed, only the best of the best could hope to be the best dogs of Mulong’s comprador government, getting a sip of the soup.

Banu was a very smart person, but in a country that even the Beima Duchy could not compare with, his talent had not been discovered. At the mere age of fifteen or sixteen, he joined the Resistance Army.

Zote...

Had given him a higher education.

As he said, everything was just an illusory castle in the air, all civilization’s logic built on spiritual property.

Violence...

Could solve all problems, as problems were extensions of violence, fathers wouldn’t kill their children.

Deep-seated fear.

Or ephemeral grace.

Can purchase the spiritual property of people.

But compared to the deeply rooted latter, the former...

Is the most effective.

Banu finally understood the rules of the game; now he could wield the butcher’s knife against anyone without hesitation, people were too cowardly, but he was cured, freed from some virtual debt.

He had finally turned into the prisoner Zote had spoken of.

That guy was a perfectionist, his father killed his dog and made him eat it without knowing. The funniest part was, he thought he couldn’t be a good person anymore, so he went all-in to become a slaughterer.

"Do you want me to kill her?"

Banu asked calmly.

Zote was very pleased, finally, after more than twenty years, he had soldiers, officers, again.

"No need, I guarantee, even if she escapes, she will not dare come back, dare not face me.

Mulong...

Is truly a tragic nation.

People yearn for heroes because they are too cowardly.

But they also hope heroes fall, which makes them glad they didn’t step forward.

Uborio’s faction had too many surrenderists."

Some time ago, Zote received a gesture of goodwill from Sandra, the second-in-command of the Kelor Highlands’ Resistance Army, expressing willingness to hand over the princess to Black Rock City.

But something seemed to have happened en route, as they still hadn’t arrived.

But Sandra had not given up, even willing to hand over the entire rear area, Kelor Highlands, directly to the Eternal Sect.

With this, Zote could attack from both the front and back, not only could he kill Uborio and Liszt, but also take out Crocodile Island in the process, making a great achievement.

Zote’s people were already there, waiting to slaughter those fools and chickens during the land battle.

Zote had long harbored the intention to kill the disrespectful Crocodile Island.

Yes.

Mulong was already entirely in Zote’s grasp, from Black Rock City and Kelor Highlands to even Salt Lake City where he had the highest administrative authority.

Better to end the fight quickly before the Continent Martial Arts Competition started.

Zote was just about to cut off the girl’s foot, using the Goddess as bait to draw out more Divine Sovereign Church members, these guys were probably the strongest hidden resistance force of Mulong, at least for the Eternal Sect.

"Captain, someone came on deck, quite formidable, shook off many Heavy Priests, even knocked down several Time Swords."

A Priest ran up urgently.

Zote raised his eyebrow, that sounded exaggerated, even Crocodile Island, those fully-armored monsters, and the even scarier Time Swords.

"Know their origin?"

"The one-armed man who recently rescued Priest Sharon in Black Rock City, says he wants to talk to you.

"Oh?"

Zote combed his memories for enemies, he was always thorough in killing them all, not leaving future troubles, yet couldn’t find anyone suitable.

He must go have a look.

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