Blood Contract Chapter 1: The Assassin and The a boy Called Angel

Blood Contract: 血色契约: Xue Se Qi Yue
Blood Contract Chapter 1: The Assassin and The a boy Called Angel

A few clouds floated lazily in the sky, and the temperature was not very high, but there was still a feeling of dizziness among the injured or unfit slaves under the unshaded blazing sun. Especially with the stale, pungent odor emanating from the surroundings.


Zero dragged the chains on his hands and feet forward slowly, blood loss and hunger making him a little drowsy, and withered, he stood on the scorched black ground, for a moment even wondering if he was on earth or not.



It wasn't that he was too weak to have such doubts; sins like beating to endure hunger were not common for him. So the reason that made him think he wasn't on earth was - before him was a huge slave ship that was half the size of Concorde Square, with a hull made of oak, a mast made of cedar, and a huge triangular sail and the smell of tung oil that wafted through the air.

The standard medieval design, up close and personal, gives the illusion of being in a dream world. Yet all of this is true.



In front of him and behind him lined a long line of real slaves, slaves whose filthy poverty mingled with the stench of unrelenting slavery. He didn't think it was all a dream, nor did he believe that he could fall backwards into the Middle Ages with a single wake-up call of modern technology, certainly not excluding the fact that the island of slaves was densely packed and untouched. But after a month of bumps and bruises, with boats passing through five or six small islands, and being sold no less than five times, does he think there is such a thing in modern civilization? Even if they were really sold, the ugly businessman politicians would have used flamboyance to cover it up.

Slave trading like this unapologetically revealed, Zero could only believe - he wore it. It's ironic that the term came up on him. He was sure it must not be as simple as it appeared, and it must all have something to do with that man, the old Succubus Mr. Sade, the first object of his trade!

The wind, which was not strong, easily brought up a dirty black sand on the desolate ground, and whirled up his dirty, smelly linen coat and blood-stained black bandages, which, to tell the truth, were just dirty strips of cloth and bandages that could not be matched. But he had to rely on it and a wooden stick to solidify his broken left arm.



"Go, go, go! You lazy, snot-nosed pigs!" The slave lived wielding the whip with a face twisted grimly to maintain order, all the slaves not saying a word, lined up east and west. The heavy chains made their movement very inconvenient, plus more or less some injuries, not to mention the fact that the slaves had a hard time stepping in this blazing sun.

This time, they were sold on a big ship! Last night I heard a few slaves smash their mouths about this ship called the Roma, the largest slave ship in this territory. Not bad, he was indeed huge, with the deck alone holding over a thousand people. This probably means that the environment in which the otherworldly plants grow is superior to the original world.



One of the ship's biggest problems came out: the murderous, inhuman slave owners, the slave bosses who were in cahoots behind the scenes. The strong oppress the weak and the weak oppress the weaker. Human nature is such that we do not support each other because we are all slaves, but rather we step on the bones of others and use the weak as a tool to vent our grievances.

As Zero thought, the huge slave ship was heavy in tone and oppressive, with a vague howl coming from the depths, and though vague and inaudible, the sound of the slavers' whips couldn't drown out the miserable screams.



"Come on, you son of a bitch!" A whip was drawn on Zero's body, a white turban wrapped around his head, his face mixed with the black clay could not see the expression, but his body still cringed from the sudden pain.

He had a tender body, the kind of sick chick body frame that was much like the one that might be cast into the sea as soon as he came aboard due to heavy work or a beating or illness.

But in fact, few of the slaves in their group who were sent on board were stronger than him, all in a sickly stature.



After walking a few steps, the hood was doused in water, still feeling a bit cool, soon Zero thought otherwise, it was sea water! The wounds on his body were doused with seawater and the pain nearly made him scream out in pain.

This was the customary cleaning before boarding the ship, a shortcut to eliminating infectious diseases and removing half-dead slaves. But the process was extremely painful, and which slave had no wounds on his body? And they had to endure the pain of being doused with buckets of water for every step they took until they got on board, and those who fell down halfway would be thrown into the sea close by, or killed alive and then taken and thrown.



Most of their group of slaves were black, a few blonde whites as well, and I'm afraid the Asians were the only ones Zero had. So not far in front of him a few golden-haired youths with pale faces but obviously few wounds, appeared a bit stuck in the eyes. The five or six of them were all very clean-looking, and all in all, they could be said to be very eye nurturing compared to the others.




Of course they are also more expensive and the use is naturally different. Because of this they suffer less of what many others suffer.

Zero was actually prettier than every one of them, but now he was shrugging his head and trying his best to cover his too-attractive face with his half-grown hair and the turban wrapped around his head. His face was a little too eye-catching for an assassin, but it wasn't a bad weapon, except that he didn't want to use it just yet.



A few sobs caught Zero's attention, and it was one of the "goodies" in the pile in front of him who was crying. The teenager was very pretty, his aqua-blue eyes were not tainted with any impurities, his body was thin and weak, and his steps were vain, but there was a rare stubbornness in those eyes. Although he looked frightened, he did show a bit of courage.

At the moment, he was propping up his dislocated hand and letting out an intermittent whimper.



"Hey, baby, what are you crying for, let me touch you!"

"My God, look at this thing, the little ass must be as white as his little face!"

"That's right, it must be comfortable to fxxk, and the nobles really know how to enjoy it!"

"Maybe his blood is delicious too."

"Ahhhh, it must be, he'll be drained of blood and as deflated and ugly as a citrus beanstalk. Haha might as well let us all get a taste of his tight little ass before this."

...

Such horrible and lascivious sounds kept coming into the ears of the budding slaves.

Zero didn't know until three days ago that there were vampires in this world, real vampires that had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years. And of course there is the Papacy, it's just that the Church and the Lord are so far away from them all. The place they were staying was vampire territory. All of them, slave civilians, were food and toys for the vampires.

By the way, they could also become blood slaves and work for the vampires in exchange for the right to live, just like this group of slave owners.



Zero acted somewhat numb to the presence of vampires, there were too many in this world after all that he didn't know existed, let alone here, even in his original world, it wasn't uncommon for people to eat people.

But just because he's not afraid doesn't mean he doesn't care. After all, he was still thinking of ways to go back. It's just that all he has to do at the moment is survive in this harsh environment.

And that teenager just now, he's probably going to be a mess! Of course, of course, he wouldn't be any better off.



The tung oil used for waterproofing on the Roma was a bit pungent and smoked the slaves making the air a bit dizzy. The newly arrived slaves were removed from their bracelets and anklets and stood in several rows in the middle of the deck. Surrounded by whip-wielding sailors and old "boat people" sitting around.

These old ship passengers were somewhat excited by the arrival of the newcomers, the strong ones wanting to get a few more men, the weak ones looking for slaves weaker than him, and of course there were those looking for new bedfellows. Of course, there were no women in these shipmates, because women were much more vulnerable and less labour intensive.

Not to mention the fact that vampires don't have a gender perspective and men can still fxxk. And there's no need to worry about offspring, as long as the firstborn is approved by the Prince, they can have a big ticket to have children.



"Stand your ground, slaves, you piece of shit!" The sailors maintained order, and soon a Sire object appeared - Sams Sire, the captain of the Roma.




The honorable Captain Sire dragged his fat, short body like a ball and appeared in front of the slaves. He wore a tuxedo with a high top hat and a cane in his hand, unlike a captain who looked like a brain-deep nobleman. And the red-haired, red-bearded man with the blindfold by his side and the hook in his right hand was more like a captain of the ship, he was Mate Bonnett. No one wanted to piss him off, his temper was as fiery as his flaring red hair!



"Slaves." The captain began his speech, looking kindly, but no one wanted to see the brutality beneath the benevolent face.

"Get on my Roma, and you will remember two things! First, never disobey me! Be a good boy! Secondly, you are just lowly food and slaves, always remember that!" Captain Sams giggled twice. Anyone could hear the mockery in his tone, "Boys, you are all the vampire's toys, put it in perspective for me, don't try to run away and resist, because that won't work!"

"By the way, for the sake of your health, meals are cancelled for this and tomorrow. Behold, how merciful I am; you have just come from Bentham, and must be water and earth, and it is good for you to eat less!" Two more odd crunching noises. The fat captain dragged his large body staggering towards the cabin.







The vice-Captain Bonett was not as well spoken as the fat captain, and the first thing he did when he came up was to personally whip everyone twice, his high end whip skills, just two whips was enough to make everyone honest.

"Those two lashes just now were a warning! Better behave yourselves or I'll throw you in the sea to the sharks! All right, let's get to work! Bastards!" The slaves were instructed, at the command of the second captain, to carry the load, to raise the sails of the ship, and Zero, while working but trying his best to conserve his strength, to know that this night would be one of the most dangerous they had ever been on this ship.

While he wasn't prepared to fight back for the time being, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be an accident halfway through.



At this point, a crate fell from the shoulder of the man in front of him, and Zero instinctively reached out to help hold him up. The next moment he regretted it, thinking that what he had just done was a bit too fast, and looked around carefully, so that no one could see.

"...Thanks." A very soft voice rang in Zero's ears.

"You're welcome." Zero said coldly, trying to make himself as unassuming as possible. What turned out to be in front of him was the blonde teenager who was still crying just now.

The teenager opened his mouth, somewhat embarrassed, "I dislocated my hand and have no strength, so..."

Zero tried to laugh, "I broke my arm!" This kind of broken arms and legs he had experienced a lot, and his body's ability to recover was better than the average person's, so he didn't think such an injury was a big deal at all. At best, be careful that the bones don't grow crooked.



The blond teenager was slightly baffled for a moment, then frowned and asked, ''Does it hurt? Need help or not."

Zero wanted to laugh again, but the man in front of him was more like a person who needed help.

"My name is Angel, I'm from Sangyang State, and you?"

Turns out it's the people of the church territory, no wonder they're so well protected. Most people in the church are hypocrites who say that God gives back to the world and usually have a good face.

Instead of answering the teenager's question, Zero said, "Your name is dangerous, better change it."

Angel, indeed, is a dangerous name to call yourself in the demon pile?

Angel was stunned, then laughed: ''Are you concerned about me? Can we be friends?"

Zero sighs, this man is so naive, it can be dangerous!

Instinctively, he wanted to stay away from this teenager, but unfortunately, this teenager named Angel was too clingy.

"My name is Zero." "Zero had no choice but to tell his own name.

"Zero? Great, we'll be friends from now on."




"Shut up, don't chat, and do your job!" The overseer's sailor whips at Angel's feet, causing him to wail and scream, and then eliciting a fit of laughter.



Here's what the author has to say: Zero was sold...



(Catching insects...)





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