manynovel Chapter 143 Unique Necklace
Chapter 143 Unique Necklace
Chapter 143 Unique Necklace
"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Under the protection of a group of armed pirates, Chris walked slowly on the soft ground.
However, Chris felt that "escort" might be a more appropriate word than "protect".
To save his life, Chris lied to six of the eight leaders, unaware of when he had acquired such audacity.
But then he thought again, there were at least two people he hadn't offended.
He told the pirate leaders that he had hidden all the money, maps, and intelligence in a clay pot.
The pottery jar was buried beneath the soil of the New World.
Then the leaders began to use words to verify whether Chris was lying.
As a professional con artist, Chris really wanted to sincerely warn them.
The best way to avoid being scammed is to not give them a chance to speak.
Clearly, these leaders had not grasped this strategy, and they were silenced by Chris's words.
They sent men by ship to take Chris to the New World, and they followed Chris to retrieve the pottery jar.
At this moment, Chris has already set foot on this brand new land.
But there were no pottery jars at all.
Once Chris leads his pirate crew aimlessly around the New World without finding anything, the pirates will inevitably become suspicious.
Once they confirmed that Chris was lying and took him back to Goddess Island, Chris could only pray that the pirates only intended to use him to feed the monster fish.
However, Chris believed that there was always a way out, and that once he reached the New World, he would surely find a way to save himself.
Fortune and misfortune are unpredictable; fate is fickle.
Now that he's in the hands of pirates, it's undoubtedly a disaster he's facing.
But the misfortune he suffers now may very well become the cause of the good fortune he will reap in the future.
Fate is either cyclical or ascending; he's just still in the cycle.
Chris crossed the vast ocean to come to this unfamiliar continent by following the guidance of fate; fate must have left him a way to survive.
Up until now, he has never followed the wrong path.
During the voyage, he made two more interpretations.
Fate still pointed westward, and there was nothing there but the New World.
Chris was therefore convinced that he was still on the right path in his destiny, and that he just needed to keep moving in the right direction.
During the voyage, he used his superb interrogation skills to obtain a great deal of intelligence about the New World.
Based on this intelligence, Chris used his clever mind to come up with an excellent escape strategy.
Fourteen years have passed since the navigator discovered the New World.
However, it took a full two years for the people and regimes on the east side of the Sea of Despair to accept and acknowledge the existence of the New World.
Since then, decent people have set sail with clear goals, but almost all of them have perished in this strange ocean.
The vastness of the sea, the scarcity of resting spots, and the unpredictable and corrupt nature of the waters are all reasons for this outcome.
It took another two years before the first ship of decent people arrived in the New World.
On the other hand, the navigator had already opened up two routes and helped countless pirate ships and slave ships travel across the Sea of Despair.
Therefore, Chris couldn't help but sigh that the navigator's skills were indeed unmatched, but it was a pity he was a pirate, otherwise he would surely have been remembered in history.
Of course, even pirates leave their names, but these names are always the result of countless deletions and vilifications, leaving behind only the infamy that people will abandon.
However, swindlers are hardly better than pirates, and Chris has no need to worry about the navigator's reputation.
It took another year for upright talents to open up the first shipping route.
It wasn't until six years ago, when the leader dominated the two southern routes and was sending people to occupy the three northern routes, that the pattern was finally formed.
Ships on both southern routes undoubtedly sought to find the indigenous tribes of the New World in order to plunder their treasures or directly abduct people.
Upright people, however, would disdain such despicable behavior, at least not openly.
According to these pirates, there were two more upright ones.
Firstly, the study explored the possibility of establishing a regime and attracting immigrants to this land, primarily through experiments involving the transplantation of various crops.
Secondly, it involves resource exploration, searching for veins of gold, silver, aluminum, iron, gemstones, coal, and of course, various exotic resources.
This necessitates that they establish long-term outposts in the New World.
However, despite the fact that the green-eyed people have always seemed powerless to fight back against the invasion of the Easterners, they have never been able to resist.
However, once the righteous people established outposts, the green-eyed people finally began to fight back.
Nobody knows what they did.
All that is known is that when a ship eventually arrived at the outpost, it had become a dead city.
There was not a single living person in the outpost; the bodies were scattered in various corners.
Some corpses lay on the streets, and the skeletons in the taverns even held up wine glasses.
In the brothel rooms, you can also see skeletons intertwined and stacked one on top of the other.
It was as if death had suddenly descended upon the city, infecting everyone with its own death.
The outpost has just been established, and the previous tragedies will soon repeat themselves.
Ultimately, only three outposts have survived to this day.
But no one knows when Death will knock on the remaining city gates.
It was precisely for this reason that the development of the New World by righteous people was severely hindered and progressed slowly.
It is said that up to now, the heavy price they have paid has not brought them any return.
However, the decent people themselves were not doing well, but they also intended to make things difficult for pirates and slave traders.
They built permanent ports in the three remaining outposts and stationed many warships in them.
The warships would patrol the nearby waters and attack any pirate ships and slave ships they encountered.
Therefore, the slave traders kept their distance from the three outposts and dared not approach them rashly.
Furthermore, since Goddess Island was occupied by pirates, the warships have become more aggressive in their attacks on pirate ships and slave ships, forcing pirates and slave traders to shrink their operating area.
What Chris wanted to exploit was the righteous people's zero tolerance for pirates!
Once they get close to those three outposts, the righteous will surely launch an attack on the pirates who have kidnapped Chris.
Chris might be saved this way, and even if he were captured at the outpost, he believed that with his silver tongue he could convince them that he was a hostage kidnapped by pirates.
Of course, Chris also knew that this was just an ideal situation. In practice, there would inevitably be many difficulties, and it would be impossible to go exactly as Chris envisioned.
But as long as the general direction is correct, Chris has a chance to regain his freedom.
The only thing Chris hadn't anticipated was that his plan had gone awry from the very beginning.
No matter how Chris tried to persuade them, the pirates refused to approach the outpost.
Their landing point was nearly twenty leagues away from the nearest city, Newgate.
At that distance, the probability of him being discovered and rescued by a group of righteous people was very low.
With no other option, Chris led the pirates toward Newgate City in the north.
However, it shouldn't head directly north, otherwise it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
Therefore, Chris had no choice but to venture deep into the forest to the northwest.
They have now been traveling in the New World for three and a half days.
Based on the speed, it is estimated that they have traveled about fifteen leagues, but the distance to Newgate City is still estimated to be close to ten leagues.
Chris has also noticed that the pirates are gradually losing patience.
Whether he would be discovered by the guards of Newgate City was entirely a matter of luck. In fact, Chris had some ambition in his heart, but he followed fate and firmly believed that fate would pave the way for his future.
However, ever since yesterday, Chris has felt like someone is watching him from behind.
It wasn't the group of pirates behind him, but a more sinister, colder gaze that often sent chills down Chris's spine.
As a con artist, he is indeed very good at sensing danger, but in the past, he was not so good at noticing eyes looking from behind.
His current skills are undoubtedly the result of his cultivation in accordance with the methods described in "The Guide to Destiny Interpretation".
After gathering his power and focusing his senses, the world he perceived was very different from what he had seen before.
He seemed to be able to perceive the changing trends of all things in time, and he could transform those trends into concrete visual and auditory images, which he could then receive more intuitively.
And Chris could now easily detect the presence of sight, something that is normally difficult to perceive.
The explanation in "The Guide to Destiny Interpretation" is that the generation and transmission of any information will inevitably cause a shift in the trend of destiny, and vision is the way to obtain information, which is why Chris was able to perceive it.
Just then, Chris suddenly noticed a sharp gaze fixed on his back.
Chris was startled and quickly turned around to look in the direction of the gaze.
The fir trees in the forest are tall and thin, their branches covered with gray-green needles striving to grow upwards, hoping to bask in more sunlight amidst the fierce competition.
At the base of the tree, there was only a thick layer of dry, grayish-brown needles, without even weeds or shrubs.
So apart from the tree trunk, there was nothing to obstruct his view, but Chris saw nothing but light brown bark.
If something is following not far behind, Chris will definitely be able to find some clues.
He shook his head, forced a smile, and tried to comfort himself:
"Phew, haha, I scared myself—"
Upon seeing this, the pirates behind them all turned around and raised their weapons.
However, they also found nothing unusual.
A gust of wind blew by, and Chris felt the air that had been fresh and moist on the tip of his nose suddenly become icy.
One of the pirates asked, "What did you see?"
"No," Chris shook his head, "it's just an illusion."
Hmm, it's probably just my imagination.
Chris could sense the gaze behind him, but he couldn't tell what it came from; it was probably a squirrel or something.
He intended to continue his journey, but the pirates suddenly questioned him:
"How much longer?"
"Almost there," Chris said, taking a step forward.
"Every time I ask you, that's what you say."
The pirates caught up and blocked Chris's path.
"However, several days have passed and we haven't seen anything. Today, you must give me a definite answer."
Chris couldn't give a definite answer.
There are indeed pottery jars on this continent, but Chris doesn't know the exact location of the particular one.
Last night he tried to interpret fate again, and the hint was still "west".
Chris is now heading northwest, which means he's getting closer to his destiny.
But the pirates wouldn't accept this explanation, so Chris had to change the subject:
"It was your idea to stop the ship early, otherwise we would have arrived much earlier."
"We can't get too close to Newgate City; choosing to land there was already a huge risk."
"That's why," Chris said. "The landing point wasn't in an area I was familiar with, so it took time to determine our location and get back on my previous path so I could know how far we still had to go."
"But why did you say it would be soon?"
"It is indeed fast," Chris argued. "In my opinion, the current progress is already very fast."
"Then give me a definite time!" the pirate roared.
Deception requires that the other party be able to communicate, so Chris cannot allow the person in front of him to be blinded by anger.
Left with no other choice, Chris was forced to give an answer:
"I should be able to find my way back within a day."
"Then I'll give you twenty-four hours!" the pirate glared. "The slave traders call you king, but before pirates, you are nothing. Don't try anything funny, One-Eyed Dragon. Don't think I don't know we're getting closer and closer to Newgate City!"
Chris nodded, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
The feeling of being spied on came over him again, and Chris couldn't help but gasp. How come there were so many squirrels in this forest?
If Chris still hasn't seen the soldiers arrive by tomorrow, he will have to provide the pirates with a specific timeframe for finding the pottery jar.
Chris knew that he didn't have much time left.
Now that things have come to this, he can only believe that fate will not deceive him.
However, to Chris's surprise, his fate came true just an hour later.
A squad of soldiers in leather armor came into view.
Chris was overjoyed; it must be the patrol team from New Gate City!
Unfortunately, the pirates also spotted the group of soldiers and warned everyone to quickly hide.
Through two consecutive near misses in killing that damned boy, Chris deeply realized that when an opportunity arises, one must seize it decisively and proactively.
Chris won't make the same mistake a third time.
Without hesitation, he immediately ran towards the group of soldiers, shouting, "Hey! Over here! Help me! Wait for me! Hey! Hey—"
"Damn it!" the pirate cursed loudly behind Chris. "You bastard, stop! Damn it! Don't make any more noise!"
But why would Chris obey orders?
Ever since he spoke of the "New World" to the pirate captain named Riley, he never stopped fantasizing about how he would regain his freedom on this island that had spawned countless slaves.
The pirates began hurling stones at Chris with slingshots, throwing daggers, javelins, or axes, and firing arrows and crossbows—all deadly attacks that narrowly missed Chris.
"Haha!" Chris laughed uncontrollably, "Hahaha!"
This is fate! Chris thought, I have mastered my destiny!
He even spread his arms wide, as if he had become immortal at that moment.
At that moment, the group of soldiers finally noticed Chris.
They approached, brandishing their fine iron weapons. Chris immediately knelt down and raised his hands:
"Help me, gentlemen, I'm a good man!"
They whispered a few words to each other, but Chris only caught a few syllables.
But he was certain that it was not the language of the Kingdom.
Is New Gate City not an outpost established by the Kingdom of Great Classic?
Before Chris could figure it out, a man stepped forward and spoke to Chris in the language of feet:
"You, a person?"
"I'm a good person."
Chris quickly said, pointing behind him.
"Pirates! There are pirates over there!"
The man seemed to understand and translated Chris's words to the other soldiers.
In the end, three soldiers, including the one who knew a little bit of the royal language, were left to guard Chris, while the rest went to chase after the pirates who had brought Chris there.
The three soldiers then interrogated Chris in the woods.
Chris gestured as he explained his situation, but of course, he was lying.
He attempted to portray himself as a merchant who had unfortunately fallen into the hands of pirates and had brought them here in order to survive.
Judging from the soldiers' expressions, they didn't seem to have much doubt.
Chris even started planning how to make a quick buck using his current identity as a "merchant" when he returned to the Kingdom of Giants.
In any case, Chris is now out of danger.
Sure enough, fate is never wrong. Now he has arrived in the New World, one step closer to the signifier of destiny.
When the soldiers return from chasing the pirates, Chris will be taken to Newgate City.
As for how to find the pottery jar in the New World, Chris decided to put it aside for now and wait until he had a good night's sleep in Newgate City before considering it.
The rustling sound of footsteps on cedar leaves drew closer, and Chris knew the soldiers had returned.
So Chris leaned against the tree trunk to get up, but just then, he realized something was wrong.
Several tendrils of dark green mist, like tentacles, stretched out from afar, entangled the hands and feet of the three soldiers, and even entered their mouths, rendering them unable to make a sound.
Chris didn't know what those things were, but they were definitely not normal.
Then, a sharp bone spear pierced a soldier's chest, and blood splattered onto Chris's face.
Chris was so terrified he couldn't scream. Before he could recover from the shock, he saw two men wielding bone spears approach. They drew the soldier's sword and beheaded him.
The dark green mist then began to recede, and the body and head fell to the ground.
Chris was finally able to see the scene that had been obscured by the soldiers' bodies.
A group of people were approaching him.
Ten, twenty—or even more than thirty!
They were neither soldiers nor pirates.
They were all dressed in animal fur, carried crude weapons, and were generally short in stature.
These features were distinctive enough, but what ultimately allowed Chris to identify them was undoubtedly their eyes.
They have green eyes!
Chris felt their gazes and suddenly realized that it was consistent with the surveillance he had sensed coming from behind.
He suddenly realized that he had been followed by these people all day!
Chris saw the fog receding behind the crowd, and there, it seemed, were several women wearing flower crowns dancing.
Their bodies swayed wildly, their limbs twisted strangely, and they bounced and hopped to a terrifying rhythm, shaking their heads.
The sound, like the tinkling of wind chimes, rang out repeatedly, accompanying the bizarre dance moves.
These are green-eyed people, while Chris is an Easterner who persecuted countless of their compatriots.
Chris swallowed hard, knowing what the consequences would be if he were caught by these people.
But it's better than death, as long as I'm not dead.
"Fate is either cyclical or ascending," Chris thought. "I've been pursuing my destiny this far, and fate won't abandon me!"
Chris suppressed his intense fear, knelt down before these people, and lowered his head.
"Don't kill me! Please! I didn't harm the green-eyed people! I'm innocent! Please! I was forced to come to this continent—."
Chris kept praying, but received no response.
He carefully raised his head and realized that the green-eyed people had already surrounded him.
They started talking all over Chris's head, but Chris couldn't understand a word they were saying.
Chris, a con artist, was suddenly overwhelmed with despair.
He doesn't understand Green Eyes' language!
Because of the language barrier, his scams had no chance of working.
Suddenly, the discussion stopped, as if they had reached a conclusion.
A green-eyed man stepped forward and bowed down in front of Chris.
The necklace around the man's neck dangled down to Chris's feet.
It was quite a unique necklace; Chris noticed dozens of ears strung on the cord.
Chris recognized several of them: squirrel ears, fox ears, gray wolf ears, lion ears, moose ears, rhinoceros ears, leopard ears, black bear ears, and human ears!
Chris took a deep breath, then saw the man reach out towards his cheek and pull out a bone knife.
"No!"
Please!
"don't want!"
"Let me go!"
"I'm willing to tell you anything!"
"I'm willing to do anything!"
"Don't do this!"
"I can provide you with everything you want!"
Please!
"what!"
"Ah!"
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