Chapter 62 Fanatic
Two months later, the outskirts of the Seychelles.
The speed of the fleet was greatly reduced under full load, but fortunately, they sailed with the wind most of the time, so they could return to the Seychelles within two months.
Many people were taking a breath on the deck, and the air in the cabin was too disgusting.
They would rather huddle together on the deck than go back to the cabin to suffer. When they were high-level slaves before, they had never suffered such suffering.
In contrast, the Laza people on the other side were more adapted to this kind of cabin life, which was no different from their original living environment.
Even with the management of the guards, at least there was no urination and defecation everywhere.
Many people also came to the deck and looked at the Seychelles in the distance.
The area of the Seychelles is very large. The central island alone is 20,000 square kilometers. Counting the surrounding small islands, the total area can be 24,000 square kilometers.
It is one-tenth of the Blue Star Empire.
(The territory of the British Empire is about 245,000 square kilometers.)
"Are we going to live on this island in the future? This looks like another cage."
A female Laza asked the man next to her.
The man nodded, and then joked: "Maybe there are a lot of gold mines on it, and we were sold as slaves by Her Majesty the Queen again."
The female Laza rolled her eyes, "Your brain is stupider than those noble lords' sons. If it was really mining, there wouldn't be so many women."
The female Laza's name is Ashley. She is very smart and has guessed the approximate result of this migration.
The desolate-looking island, four thousand women and one thousand men, all young people.
This almost clearly told her that they were the first population to open up the land.
Thinking that she would become a reproductive tool after being sent to the island, Ashley couldn't help frowning.
Mingming had just gained freedom, she was also an apprentice in a tailor shop and learned how to sew clothes.
Everything was obviously moving in a good direction, but overnight she fell into a life no different from slaves.
The saddest thing is that they don't even have the slightest room to resist.
The Unsullied who escorted them on board were Daenerys's people.
In other words, this "human smuggling" was allowed by the Queen.
"Ashley, why are you so sad? We are about to reach the center of the world. Aren't you curious?"
The speaker was a 19-year-old male Lhaza named Mark.
Ashley rolled her eyes at him, "Do you really believe what they say? What is the center of the world? If it is true, why haven't you heard of it before?"
Mark picked his nose and then said firmly: "It's impossible. Your Majesty will not lie to us.
Her Majesty the Queen gives us food and freedom, and will not sell us to mine."
Of course it's not mining, it's land reclamation similar to mining.
"Your Majesty doesn't know how to govern the country at all, and doesn't understand politics. After Meereen lost its economic source, it must be the Prime Minister who is secretly smuggling slaves." Ashley speculated.
"It was Her Majesty the Queen who liberated you, and the Prime Minister would not do such a thing. I believe that the Prime Minister is an upright person."
As soon as Mark finished speaking, a dull dragon roar sounded, and a red dragon with a wingspan of nearly three meters passed overhead.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the dragon of Prime Minister Jack Poseidon, take a look."
Ashley looked at Mark, thinking what else you have to say.
However, what Ashley never expected was that Mark was looking at the direction where the dragon flew away with an excited look on his face.
Muttering to himself: "It's the Prime Minister's dragon, it's Korakshu, the Prime Minister's dragon!"
Then he looked at Ashley excitedly, "It's the Prime Minister's dragon, this must be the center of the world, the Prime Minister will never lie to us, our good days are coming."
Ashley looked at Mark with an excited face and didn't know what to say.
I don't know if it was her illusion, she saw a trace of morbid worship on Mark's face.
It's like a fanatic who has gone astray!
But what Ashley didn't know was that Mark was one of the first slaves that Jack had personally liberated.
He was also the young slave who was ready to rise up and rebel before Jack and Grey Worm arrived.
Since then, he has become Jack's "fanatic". As long as Jack promised, he firmly believed that Jack would fulfill it.
"What a fool." Ashley complained helplessly.
"You don't believe it? Then let's make a bet. Let's bet on whether our lives will be better than in Meereen after we get to the island. How about it?"
Ashley sneered at the words: "Okay, what do you want to bet on?"
How good can the living environment on an island be?
Not to mention that it is an undeveloped island.
But Mark was indeed confident, "If life on the island is not as good as in Meereen, then even if you win, I will do whatever you tell me to do.
But if life on the island is better than in Meereen, you must marry me and give me a litter of boys."
Ashley blushed and said shyly, "I'm not a pig, how can I give you a litter?"
Mark smiled and said, "Then give me ten."
"Ten is ten, I don't believe I will lose!" Ashley went all out.
It's just ten children, at most one a year, ten years will be enough!
Mark laughed. Ashley was smart and not ugly. She was the secret crush of many male slaves.
Many people wanted Ashley to give birth to their children, but they didn't expect that they would be the first to do so.
Mark couldn't suppress his smile at all.
In his opinion, he would never lose. The Prime Minister said it was the center of the world, so it must be the center of the world!
Ashley's face was flushed. Looking at Mark who was grinning, she cursed him silently.
She also had a good impression of Mark, otherwise she would not agree to the request of having a child, after all, it was no different from a marriage proposal.
When he was a slave before, Mark was always out of tune with the surrounding environment.
He seemed to have never been sad about losing his freedom. He was cheerful, sunny and energetic every day.
Not only Mark and Ashley were speculating about life on the island, but the rest of the Laza people were also speculating.
But like Ashley, most people still maintained a pessimistic view.
By the evening, when only a ray of red glow was left in the sky, the fleet finally arrived at the dock of Seychelles Central Island.
Today, Seychelles Central Island is called Neptune Island, a simple and clear name.
As it was about to get dark, the guards on the ship almost drove everyone off the ship in the shortest time.
When she stepped onto the dock, Ashley realized that she had already lost half the battle.
The wide and flat dock and the hard road paved with unknown materials under her feet, everything showed the extraordinaryness of the island.
