Bonus Chapter [3] - 480 Power Stones
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Although Rigel wanted to kill them personally, as the ship approached, he still used the power of the Triton Sword to make the enemy ship's ropes catch the guns and disable the enemy cannons.
When Ragnarok came side by side with the slave ship, all that remained were swords in the hands of the guards.
Soon after, the Ragnarok crew jumped in, wielding swords and pistols, even Elizabeth and Anna were fighting.
Rigel jumped into the boat, seeing one of the white guards running towards him with a sword. He pointed his flintlock pistol at him and fired, the shot hitting him right in the middle of the forehead.
Rigel didn't stop, his flintlock pistol moved quickly, one shot equaled a death. When Rigel killed the eleventh man, all the guards on board was already dead. On his side, only one of the pirates was seriously wounded, a sword tearing a deep gash in his leg, blood flowing like water.
Rigel blinked, grabbed two potions, one was Murtisco essence, which he poured directly onto the wound, the cut closing quickly, the second potion he made the pirate drink, it was to replenish the blood.
After that, the man finally got out of the danger zone.
Clemens was already treating other crew members with minor injuries.
Rigel, on the other hand, looked towards the passage to the cargo area.
Rigel could smell the stench coming from there.
For a moment, he wrinkled his nose, he didn't want to go in there, he felt he wouldn't be the same if he saw that.
Without realizing it, his hands were trembling, and Rigel was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Looking up, he saw Dalma, there was no longer a smile on her face, her expression was indifferent, but she lowered her hand and took his, guiding him down.
Rigel couldn't resist, he slowly walked behind her. When he finally got down and saw the state of the place, he bent down and vomited directly on the floor.
Vomiting for a long time.
When he finally looked up again, he looked once more.
Men with festering wounds, naked men with the worst smell he had ever experienced, the ground covered in a liquid layer that he couldn't tell if it was shit or piss, maybe a mixture of both, flies buzzing around open wounds, maggots growing in some of them.
Their expressions could be described in two ways, pure fear of those who weren't broken yet, they cowered at his gaze, averting their eyes. He knew why, the color of his skin.
White now meant pain for these people, even from a child.
The other side seemed lifeless, devoid of any emotion, as if they had already given up, as if they had forgotten what it meant to be human beings.
Rigel stood up, looking at it with an unprecedented weight inside him. He felt Dalma's hand on his face again. He looked at her, only to realize that her hand was wet, she was wiping his face. The "water" on her hands was Rigel's tears.
Rigel took a deep breath, the pain inside him slowly giving way to reason again, that cold expression he had learned to maintain with Walburga, remembering the first time the woman used Crucio on him to teach him a lesson when he refused to follow her rules.
"You are Black now and you will live like one."
He remembered her words, she wasn't truly as crazy as Bellatrix to use Crucio on him all the time, it was just that one time.
He, having lived a peaceful life in the 21st century, didn't want to submit to many of the things that the woman demanded of him. He tried, knowing he needed to adapt, but one day he grew tired of it, the woman was never satisfied.
That day, he rebelled, that was the first and the last day. After that, he learned to hide his pain inside himself, that was the truth he came to follow.
That was the first time he had cried in front of anyone since that day.
Pushing his hand away from the woman, Rigel wiped away his tears and looked back at the slaves, his face now cold.
He took his wand and continued sending cleansing spells everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, and especially on the people. There were three levels, the women and children were kept separate, but the conditions were practically the same. Some women were even 'harmed' by the slavers.
He didn't say anything from beginning to end, he just cleaned, cleaned, and cleaned.
In the end, he left without looking back, he didn't want to see it anymore, even though the smell had disappeared. He just wanted to go back to his coffin now.
As he left, he passed by Anamaria and said. "Tie this ship to ours."
"Aye, Captain!" The woman nodded, her face incredibly serious.
Rigel took an empty barrel and used Aguamenti to fill it with fresh water, then he took some potions for illnesses and poured them over the water.
The effect would be greatly reduced, but it would still be effective.
"Give them this, a shell each." Saying this to Clemens, he turned and left, returning to Ragnarok.
Rigel went back to his room, picked up the compass, wishing to find a place nearby where he could take them, a place where they would be safe and could survive. The compass spun rapidly, pointing in one direction.
"Jormun, take us there as soon as the slave ship is tied up." Rigel said.
Rigel felt the ship tremble slightly, he understood that Jormun had understood. He turned, returning to the coffin, placing Salazar to the side, lay down, and closed the lid, he needed to sleep.
[A/N: I had already thought about writing this chapter as soon as I started this story. I felt it might be a little too heavy for the story, but I wrote it anyway. Rigel isn't going to go out and become a liberator of slaves because of that, this isn't a story about that. However, upon seeing a slave ship at sea, he won't be able to contain himself.]