Caesar didn't care about this situation at all. He was skilled and brave. He wanted to get out, and this level of skill could not stop him. These humans were no match for him.
"Okay, you guys are scaring me. This guy might have just started working in this industry. What a pity, he has a bad fate."
Everyone was reminded of their sad experiences. They had been on this road of no return because they had nowhere else to turn. Who doesn't want a wife and children? But some are born cruel and insist on becoming pirates.
"No, we can't just die like this, we have to think of a way!" A pirate tried his best to break free from the rope, but it turned out that he was very confident in his strength, but unfortunately the rope didn't move at all.
The craftsman was obviously very knowledgeable. "Don't bother yourself. This is a cow tendon rope soaked in petroleum. It has a dead knot and is difficult to cut with a knife. It's really expensive. Not everyone can afford such a rope."
This sentence was equivalent to destroying the only hope. The rope was secondary. The people who could use this kind of rope in such a large quantity and were sitting on Titania II were simply not someone they could fight against. Going out would be a dead end.
Are they just going to wait for death? The pirates are unwilling to do that.
Caesar slowly approached the craftsman. He wanted to know something about the royal family of Cagliari. Marton said that the necklace was his. Since it was his, it meant that his life experience should be related to the royal family of Cagliari. However, the necklace had been given to Elena, and there was no way to refer to it now. Maybe he was also a slave of the royal family, or it might be the result of intermarriage between the sea people and humans?
For a moment, Caesar was just guessing wildly.
"Your Highness, the Lord's glory is everywhere. As you can see, we have successfully repelled the attacks of pirates and sea thieves, and captured the surviving pirates. Once we reach the shore, we will use their heads to offer sacrifice to the great Lord."
"Sir, the Lord is merciful. What He needs is not blood but the loyalty of His servants. The pirates are also His servants. I will influence them."
A young woman sat at the chief seat, behind her was a row of tall knights in silver armor. If you looked closely, you would be absolutely terrified. These exquisite armors were actually made of mithril. It would be a joke if this got out. Mithril was such an expensive metal, the favorite of alchemists, but it was made into armor. Any alchemist would vomit blood when seeing it. It was such a waste.
But if you know the identities of these people, you will find it natural, because they are the knights of the Holy Moon Cult, the largest religion in the Mayan continent. The terrifyingness of these people is not in their expensive armor.
Originally, the Shenyue Religion was just a small church, but after the advent of the Shenyue, this guy became the largest religion in Maya, and his followers were spread across various countries on the continent. Of course, the reason why these countries allowed this guy to develop was because they advocated royal power rather than religious power, and it did play an important role in boosting morale in the Shenyue War.
But the war is over, and some things have gone wrong. Politics is too complicated. The relationship between Pope Shenyue and various empires in recent years has not been very harmonious, but no one is willing to be the first to tear their faces apart. This time, letting the saint visit Cagliari has other purposes, and Cagliari also takes this opportunity to warn the Pope that the power of their Kingdom of Cagliari is extraordinary.
Of course, Prince Marti still admired the old Pope. He didn't know where he found such a little angel to be the saint. He had seen many beauties, but the saint in front of him had no flaws on her body, even her character was spotless. In the eyes of devout believers, the saint was perfect and inviolable, but in the eyes of someone like him who was not very devout, she was like a little lamb that made people want to pounce on and train her. What kind of scene was under that snow-white skin?
Of course, the obese Prince Marti's head is not filled with fat. He always has a pious smile on his face, and his sincerity is so sincere that even he himself is moved.
"Your Highness's heart is as broad as the sea. Yes, pirates are also servants of the Lord. I hope the Lord can forgive their sins."
Marti admired the saint's figure calmly. It would be great if he could lift it up and take a look. This identity alone was exciting enough. Unconsciously, he felt a certain impulse.
The ignorant girl actually wanted to convert the pirates. He killed all those desperate criminals and of course kept quiet about it, which was his motto.
The saint stood up, and the twenty knights around her divided into two rows to separate everyone, even Marti. The God Moon Knights would not allow anyone to approach the saint without permission. Every God Moon Knight was a diehard of the church. Marti knew that it would be easier to fall in love with the pirates than to get something from these guys.
The craftsman had no fear of death. Perhaps he had become numb and was used to life and death. Instead, he told Caesar a little about Cagliari, which also helped him to dispel the dull feeling. The other pirates also chatted with each other. After all this commotion, they no longer felt like prisoners and it was a way to have fun in misery.
But Caesar did not get any useful information, but was even more disappointed, because that kind of symbol was very common among the royal nobles of Cagliari, and a single symbol could not explain anything at all. He had to find Marton to know his true identity.
He really wanted to meet his parents and ask them why they abandoned him. He had never mentioned this question in front of Marton, but it had been lingering in his heart for a long time. He believed that his parents must have abandoned him, and the reason was most likely that he was a member of the sea clan.
But to be honest, apart from being able to live freely under the sea, Caesar is more like a human being. Of course, there may be other reasons for living under the sea for a long time. Caesar's black hair glows with a very beautiful blue light.
"Hey, you pigs, come out! You are so lucky! This is a blessing you have accumulated in eight lifetimes! Her Highness the Saint wants to summon you. Be obedient and behave yourself. If you do it well, your lives will be saved. If you dare to do something evil, just wait to be fed to the demon shark. Come out now!"
At the guards' shouts, the pirates stumbled out. Being able to see the night sky over the sea again and breathe a few breaths of fresh air was like rebirth for them. Caesar was hiding in the crowd and should find a chance to escape. He could not get any useful information here anyway, and he felt more powerful forces on the ship, so he had to find a suitable opportunity to escape.
The pirates were driven onto the deck by fully armed soldiers. These were experienced men, and they knew they were hitting a wall when they saw this. These were not mercenaries but regular soldiers. The badges on their armor showed their identity as Cagliari Guards. It seemed that there were really big shots on the ship.