Chapter Fifty-One Then You're Done For

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  Pinecone Island is located three hundred nautical miles southeast of Rhode Island, this small island resembling a pinecone in shape is a mid-way replenishment point for the fleet to and from, every day there are dozens of merchant ships berthed here, filling the not-so-large harbor.

  Under the warm sunlight at noon, in the pine nut island harbor with sails like clouds, a medium-sized ship painted with a red giant dragon pattern was making its final preparations for departure. Dozens of sailors were busy on the deck, occasionally raising their heads to gaze at the red-haired beauty leaning against the ship's side and gazing out at the distance with an astonishing look in her eyes.

  "Two days, six hours and seventy-two minutes..." Kristen gently patted the side of the boat, gazing at a somewhat familiar figure slowly merging into the crowded throng. For an instant, she really thought she had seen that guy, but it was all destined to be just an illusion.

  Since the farewell that evening, she had boarded this once extremely familiar ship for some irresistible reasons and left Rhodes Island overnight, heading southeast until she saw land again today.

  No farewell party, no goodbye ceremony, not even a chance to see that person again. Perhaps the life on Rhode Island was just a memory for myself, a beautiful memory that can only be cherished in the future... if there is still a future.

  "Will it be in the future? That depends on whether you're willing to cooperate or not." A sudden, shrill laughter echoed from behind her, sending shivers down her spine.

  Accompanied by the shrill laughter, a gaunt old man wrapped in a black cloak emerged on the deck, his long face was as thin as a skull, and his sunken eye sockets were filled with a pair of dull and lifeless black eyeballs that stared fixedly at Kristin's delicate body, full of greedy and evil desires.

  "Have you had enough?" Kristen's brow furrowed in disgust, her hand resting lightly on the crystal cannon beside her. "Goblin, I'm warning you again: if you keep staring at me like that, I'll blast you into a pulp that can't be put back together!"

  "Is that so? You can try it out!" The black-robed old man, known as Ge Bulin, sneered coldly and nonchalantly, stretching out his withered hand like a chicken claw, pointing to the corner of the deck not far away. "I'm quite sure that even if I rip open your clothes now, you'll only show a smiling face in response, unless you don't want those children's lives!"

  "Despicable!" Kirsten's eyes were filled with rage, her towering breasts heaving violently as if a volcanic eruption was about to occur at any moment.

  If she could, she would have liked to raise the magic cannon and smash this despicable old man into a meat pie, but she didn't dare do so. Because in the not-too-distant corner of the deck, Vivian and more than ten sisters were chasing and playing, with five or six burly men standing by, expressionless, forming a circle to monitor.

  They had no idea what kind of crisis their sister was facing, but Vivian and the others were having a great time. They just thought it was strange that they had to leave Rhodes Island suddenly, without even saying goodbye to Uncle Lin, who was very close to them. The uncles on this ship always walked around with gloomy faces and shouted at each other fiercely.

  "You see, you don't want them to get hurt either, do you?" Gobrin revealed his dirty black teeth, and his greedy and evil gaze became even more reckless. "So, dear little beauty, you'd better cooperate a bit. If you behave obediently, Lord Galante will definitely be very pleased."

  "Don't mention that bastard to me!" At the sound of this detestable name, Christine became even more enraged and burst into uncontrollable violent coughing. "I don't have an uncle like that, who steals our inheritance, drives us out, and even has this damned curse - what evil thing can't that bastard do?"

  "Look, your angry face is really cute." Gobrin narrowed his turbid eyes, and his chicken-like palms were trembling with excitement. "But you still have to go back to his side obediently. Even if you don't want to lift the curse on yourself, you should consider Vivian and the others. Unless you're willing to see them suffer from the curse too."

  "You scum!" Kristen gripped the ship's rail tightly, the hard oak splintering beneath her palms, a testament to the fury in her heart. "If you've got guts, come at me! Picking on a few kids, don't you feel ashamed?"

  "Not at all, on the contrary, I'm very proud." Gubelin's face was flushed with a morbid redness. "Perhaps you don't know, when Lord Glangtai asked someone to cast a curse back then, I also lent a small hand... Hmm, it's truly wonderful, being able to watch a group of innocent children suffer from the curse in the future, just thinking about it makes me excited."

  Damn it! Kristen gritted her teeth, wanting to throw a punch at the bastard's face, but when she saw Vivian and the others on the other side, she was suddenly like being doused with a basin of cold water, and could only barely hold back her grief.

  "Relax, they may not necessarily die." Gobline took a few steps closer with satisfaction, his foul-smelling mouth almost touching Kristen's face. "As long as you obediently return and obey Lord Galante's orders, perhaps one day he will take pity on you and lift this curse."

  Disgusted, Kristen took a few steps back, hugging her arms and letting out a cold hum. She didn't believe in such things, but even if she didn't, she could only hold onto the last shred of hope, no matter how small it was.

  "There's hope, it's always better than no hope, isn't it?" Gobelin leaned in closer, pressing tightly against Kirsten and trembling with excitement, extending his bony, vein-covered hand. "So, my dear little beauty, perhaps you should prove your degree of submission, for instance..."

  "Damn it, don't touch me!" Kristen growled in anger, taking a few more steps back, but finally bumped into the ship's side behind her, with no way to retreat.

  "Goblin's eyes gleamed with greedy malice as he sneered, his gaze fixed on Kristen like a vicious wolf eyeing a helpless lamb. 'You're sure you won't reconsider, dear Kristen? It would be... unwise to resist. A smile would be more becoming.'"

  Damn it! Kristen clenched her fists in anger, but she really couldn't resist, and could only stare blankly as the filthy palm covered in black hair reached out to her, trembling with excitement, even about to touch her pure white skin.

  "How wonderful, how wonderful it is." Gubelin let out a crazy low laugh, with disgusting drool flowing from the corner of his mouth. "Do you know? On the day of your coming-of-age ceremony, I've been yearning for the day when I can pin you down under me, rip apart your clothes, and bite every inch of your skin...and then..."

  "Then you're done for!" But just at this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from the upper mast, drifting with the wind across the entire deck.

  "The only question is whether you will be cut into dozens of pieces to feed the wild dogs or trampled by a hundred galloping horses into minced meat."

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