The ghost ship that wanders the sky since the pirates

Chapter 107 Cruel Mercy

And these are the goals that Moriarty wants to solve.

With a general plan in mind, Moriarty left the [Ghost Ship] and entered this city called "Floating City" again.

After entering the city.

Moriarty wasn't going anywhere else.

Instead, he came directly to the mansion of the city's highest official, the acting king, Norman Cordish!

Norman Cordish is a senior official of the world government sent by the world government to manage this kingdom of workers.

Although Norman Cordish does not have the name of a king, in this country, Norman Cordish, who holds the power of life and death, is a well-deserved uncrowned king.

As the uncrowned king of this country, Norman Cordish's mansion is certainly not comparable to those laborers or criminals who were exiled.

Norman Cordish's mansion is a small manor covering an area of ​​several thousand square meters, located at the rear of the Floating City.

In the entire mansion, there are hundreds of rooms, large and small.

Although it was late at night, the mansion was still brightly lit, and around the mansion, there were hundreds of heavily armed soldiers patrolling softly, and in the hidden corners of the mansion, there were also a dozen secret sentries hiding in the shadows, watching See everything around the mansion.

On this cold night, the heating was turned on in the mansion extravagantly. Even the unheated rooms were burned with high-quality anthracite coal, which brought a unique heat to the mansion.

At this time, Norman Cordish, who was over 50 years old, was in a warm room, hugging his newly acquired concubine No. 20, who was not yet 17 years old, and was sleeping soundly.

What they didn't know was that on this ordinary night, a silent and ominous spirit suddenly appeared by their bedside.

"Yo, I didn't expect that a pampered old guy is actually a first-order transcendent. It's really rare!"

Moriarty looked at the strong and strong Norman Cordish, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

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tick, tick

The sound of irregular water droplets is amplified infinitely in a quiet environment.

This also made Norman Cordish, who was a very light sleeper, completely unable to fall asleep due to the noise.

"The soul is pale!"

Awakened from a sweet dream, Norman Cordish, who suffered from severe sleep deprivation, was filled with anger.

But when Norman Cordish sat up in shock, he woke up suddenly.

"No! The sound of dripping water from my room? The bathroom? Impossible, with a good diaphragm and two sliding doors, it is absolutely impossible for the sound of the bathroom to reach his ears!"

Norman Cordish, who realized something was wrong, opened his eyes subconsciously, but after opening his eyes, what he saw was not the room in his mansion at all.

It's the gray fog that fills the sky!
Looking around, Norman Cordish found himself on the deck of a large sailing ship, but strangely, there seemed to be no one on the ship.

Just when Norman Cordish thought so, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Are you awake? Just right!"

The next moment after hearing this voice, Norman Cordish's consciousness once again fell into chaos!
On [Ghost Ship], Moriarty put his right hand into Norman Cordish's head.

Ruthlessly stirred in Norman Cordish's head.

It was not until a long time later that Moriarty slowly withdrew his right hand.

The moment Moriarty withdrew his right hand, a hole appeared in Norman Cordish's head, but the hole was healing rapidly.

"go with!"

After the hole was completely and completely closed, a bit of white light protruded from Moriarty's fingertips and shot into the hole.

Looking at the imprint that had penetrated into the soul of Norman Cordish, a smile flashed in Moriarty's heart.

"It's done!"

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Time passes imperceptibly.

It could have been a minute, or it could have been a long time.

When Norman Cordish's eyes became clear again, he knelt down in front of Moriarty without hesitation!

"Norman Cordis greets the master!"

Seeing Norman Cordish, who knelt down in front of him and was accused of being enslaved by soul arts, Moriarty burst out laughing.

"Very good, the first step of the plan has succeeded!"

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The day after Norman Cordish's soul was enslaved by Moriarty.

In the mansion of the uncrowned king of the laborers' kingdom, such a decree came out.

"Lord Norman Cordish is merciful. From now on, all adults participating in the labor can get an extra piece of bread every day, and children can get half a piece of bread every day."

When this order was promulgated, most of the kingdom on the bridge rejoiced, especially those big men who were hungry every day and couldn't get enough to eat, and even shouted for the mercy of Lord Norman Cordish.

Because of this decree, Norman Cordish's criminal reputation in the kingdom of laborers has improved a bit.

Even those faces with numb faces had a glimmer of hope!
I hope that Norman Cordish can find out with his conscience that he can really bring a ray of light to the dead and desperate laborer's kingdom.

But is this really, Norman Cordis conscience found out?
Huh, is this possible?
At the same time that the decree was promulgated, the workload of each worker in the kingdom of workers increased by [-]%, even those young children were no exception.

At first, everyone thought about resisting after realizing that the workload increased, but they finally endured it when they thought of the extra panel every day.

However, what they didn't know was that this forbearance became the beginning of their despair.

Each person works one-tenth more than the daily workload, but the daily rations have changed from three pieces of bread to four pieces.

In the seemingly unusually cost-effective rate of return, there is a deadly trap hidden.

The workload of the Labor Kingdom is actually a profit-maximizing squeeze model calculated by the CP Intelligence Department of the World Government after special investigation and research!
A little less is wasteful, and a little more is easy to increase the attrition rate of laborers.

[-]% of the workload may not seem like much, but it became the last straw that broke the camel's back!
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After three days, most of the workers became more fatigued.

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A week later, some workers began to feel unwell!
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Half a month later, some elderly and weak workers were eroded by the wind and cold because of their excessive fatigue, and began to fall ill!
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One month later, the death rate in the Workers' Kingdom began to soar. Most of the sick civilians died in despair in the cold night.

(End of this chapter)