The white tiger of the pirate in troubled times

"Here, my lord!"

As soon as the steward walked to the door of the first cell, the previous labor slave brought a brazier burning with raging fire, and there was a burning red iron in the basin, the iron was like a hoof, it was the nine-day hoofprint iron !
"Um!"

The butler responded, and handed the plate in his hand to the strong labor slave, and stretched out a hand to hold the iron plate of the soldering iron. He squinted at the soldering iron, which was soldered ten years ago. On the back of his own son, now, is this old man also going to be an executioner?

"Cell No. [-]! Open the door!"

As the steward said, there were four teenagers in Cell No. [-]. They looked at the steward and the strong slave in fear, "What are you going to do?" They looked at the red iron in fear and said.

"Shut up, be honest, and you will suffer less pain!" The housekeeper said calmly, he has been used to it for so many years.

After finishing speaking, the housekeeper copied the soldering iron and walked towards the four people slowly!
"Don't come here! Don't come here!" The four teenagers waved their fists at the butler.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous!" The housekeeper sneered, and immediately kicked all four of them on their stomachs. Immediately, the four teenagers curled up on the ground like prawns!
"Say it, don't move!"

The butler said in a cold voice, and then rudely tore up their clothes, exposing their backs, while the butler picked up the iron with a blank expression, and brandished it on the boy's back.
"Ahhh~"

"Come on~" In an instant, the soldering iron came into contact with the delicate flesh, and there was a squeak sound and the smell of burnt meat, while the boy screamed in pain, and the severe pain from his back made people crazy!
Soon, the No.1 boy passed out in a coma
And the remaining three teenagers looked at the first person in fear. They knew that the next one might be themselves!
And the housekeeper has already seen all kinds of things in the world, and he is immune to these things, because he has seen many things in these years!
After a long time, the butler slowly came out of Cell No. [-]. He looked at the four teenagers who had newly branded marks on their backs expressionlessly. He inserted the branding iron into the scarlet coals again. The iron basin with burning coals was kicked forward several meters.
"Cell No. [-]!"

The butler's cold and flat voice came into the No. [-] cell.
The people in Cell No. [-] shuddered when they heard the voice, as if the voice of a demon was terrifying! After all, they all heard the scream of No. [-] just now!
Everything is in the hands of the steward, and it is proceeding in an orderly manner. This year, only less than [-] slaves have been recruited. These are all branded by the steward himself with the nine-day hoofprint!
The holy land of Mariejoya is the residence of the descendants of the [-] ancestors who founded the country! The Tianlong people on the island are the descendants of those [-] veins. Up to [-] lines! But the line of St. Roosevelt alone accepts about [-] slaves every year!
However, less than 500 people can survive each year. It is conceivable how cruel it is here. In each cell, only one of the four people can survive!
This is how the slaves lived in Marie Gioia!
Or, become a art slave or labor slave. If you can’t do it, you can inject the "evolution" potion. If you succeed in evolution, you will become a war slave. If you fail in evolution, you will die!
The so-called evolution potion is to tap the life potential of slaves, speed up the death of slaves, and gain short-term power! Even so, the death rate of evolution potion is as high as 80%! Even if you survive, you will die in the battle In the slave arena! For Tianlong people to enjoy!
Therefore, as long as you are not promoted to a labor slave or an art slave, you will die! This is what the butler has concluded after more than ten years here.