HCB Chapter 1265 Civilized People Who Only Know How to Wag Their Tails
Chapter 1265 Civilized People Who Only Know How to Wag Their Tails
Yoshihiro Shimazu stared intently at the black fleet in the distance, which exuded a strong aura of death. His heart, which had sunk into the abyss, began to beat wildly again at that moment.
He didn't recognize that arrogant skull and crossbones flag.
But he could sense that the lawlessness, pure evil and chaos emanating from that fleet shared the same source as the madness deep within his own soul!
He instantly realized that this was not an enemy.
They're the same kind!
They were a group of desperados like him who didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, didn't respect the law, and only believed in the swords in their hands!
"Prepare the boat!"
He turned around abruptly and roared at the port garrison officer behind him, who was terrified and pale as a ghost!
"Our family is going to meet this 'friend' who has come from afar!"
……
The captain's cabin of the "Black Pearl".
Elizabeth sat alone in an ornate chair carved from whalebone, swirling a glass of fruity rum between her fingers.
Her deep blue eyes peered intently through the huge crystal porthole at the distant Satsuma port, a place of great historical significance in Japan.
"Admiral," a one-eyed pirate first mate stood beside her, looking at the chaotic scene in the port, and hesitated before asking, "Are we really going to cooperate with these savage Japanese? I've heard they even eat their own people."
After hearing this, Elizabeth let out a sickly yet pleasant chuckle.
"Man-eating savages?"
A wild, untamed smile curved her lips, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I like."
"Isn't it most interesting to deal with these mad dogs who have no bottom line and no credibility?"
You never know when he'll stab you in the back.
"The thrill of risking your life at any moment is far more interesting than dealing with those so-called 'civilized people' who only know how to fawn over others."
With that, she downed the strong liquor in her glass in one gulp, her blue eyes flashing with the madness and bloodlust of a female gambler!
She knew very well that Lin Zhen, a man more terrifying than the devil, had entrusted her with the task of "recruiting" this group of sea hyenas because he saw the innate chaos and evil in her bones.
Only she, the pirate queen who also crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, could keep these desperados in check.
Only she could turn these unruly wild dogs into the sharpest and most obedient black blade in the prince's hand!
"Sir Admiral!"
The lookout rushed in excitedly!
“A ship is coming out of the harbor! It’s flying the Shimazu family crest, and it’s a white flag!”
"Oh?"
A knowing smile appeared on Elizabeth's beautiful face.
"It seems that this legendary 'Oni Shimazu' is not just a stupid fool who only knows how to fight."
"He also knows how to act in front of guests he can't afford to offend."
She slowly rose to her feet, her languid voice carrying the air of a queen.
"Send the order to bring our 'friends' up."
"I want to see just how this Kyushu mad dog, who gave Oda Nobunaga such a headache, really is."
Soon, a small ship flying a white flag cautiously approached under the silent "gaze" of the Black Pearl's dozens of dark, thirty-six-pounder cannons.
When Yoshihiro Shimazu's straw sandals stepped onto the pitch-black deck of the "Black Pearl," a shiver from the depths of his soul made him grip the hilt of his sword tightly.
The deck beneath my feet was as hard as iron, exuding a strong smell of tar mixed with seawater.
The air was filled with a unique aroma of blood and rum.
On deck, the bare-chested, scarred, and tattooed foreign pirates sized him and his entourage up with the look of livestock. There was no reverence in their eyes, only naked greed and assessment, as if they were calculating how much money they could sell them for after chopping them up.
The samurai behind Shimazu Yoshihiro were so nervous that their palms were sweating and their legs were trembling.
Isn't he the same?
He felt as if he had not boarded a ship, but rather stumbled into the throat of an ancient behemoth.
Those dozens of cannons, thicker than a person, were like the fangs of a giant beast. With a single move, they could tear his Satsuma navy and the port to shreds.
At the "invitation" of a tall, one-eyed pirate, Yoshihiro Shimazu walked through the gloomy cabin toward the captain's quarters.
Every step felt like stepping on fragments of my own dignity.
When the heavy wooden door, carved with sirens and skulls, was pushed open, a warm breeze carrying a mixture of expensive spices and spirits rushed in.
He saw that woman.
In the captain's cabin, which was even more luxurious and grand than his own castle tower's main hall, a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman sat languidly in the main seat.
She sat there quietly, yet she seemed to be at the center of a storm in the ocean, or even the entire world.
In that instant, Yoshihiro Shimazu's heart, filled with madness and bloodlust, suffered an unprecedented blow!
He is not in a relationship.
He was just a humble believer who finally saw with his own eyes the god he worshipped, the one who represented "ultimate madness and power"!
He was hopelessly captivated by this peerless demon before him, who appeared weak and boneless but whose aura of dominance was a hundred times stronger than his own!
He had spent half his life fighting and considered himself a demon, but in front of this woman, he felt like nothing more than an insignificant pawn at the gates of hell.
"You are Yoshihiro Shimazu?"
Elizabeth spoke, her voice carrying a peculiar magnetism, each syllable like a feather tickling one's heart.
She looked at the short, one-eyed man in front of her, whose murderous aura was tangible, and a hint of admiration flashed in her blue eyes.
This Japanese man was different from the spineless cowards he had ever met.
His eyes held no fear or flattery, only the pride and fighting spirit of a true warrior, and a suppressed desire for greater power.
"This is Shimazu Yoshihiro."
Yoshihiro Shimazu forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart and performed a standard samurai salute with neither arrogance nor servility, but his hand never left the "Muramasa" hilt at his waist.
"May I ask how this... Your Majesty the Queen should be addressed?"
He intended to address her as "Miss," but instinctively changed the words to "Queen."
Because he felt that any other word would be a desecration of her.
"Queen?"
Elizabeth laughed, her laughter crisp and unrestrained, echoing in the luxurious captain's cabin, making the scimitars hanging on the wall hum slightly.
"I like this name."
She slowly rose, her bare, snow-white feet treading down the steps.
Every step felt like stepping on Yoshihiro Shimazu's heartbeat.
The rich fragrance in the air grew stronger as she approached; it was a unique scent that blended roses, spirits, and gunpowder.
She walked up to Yoshihiro Shimazu, and her height was almost the same as his.
She didn't speak, but simply gazed at him quietly with her deep, ocean-blue eyes.
Yoshihiro Shimazu felt as if he were being watched by a giant deep-sea serpent, whose eyes could see right through him, from his soul to his body, and that all his secrets were exposed.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and the veins on his hand gripping the knife bulged. This was an immense pressure he had never faced, not even when facing a thousand troops.
They call you 'Oni Shimazu'.
Elizabeth finally spoke again, her voice tinged with amusement.
"A demon that makes the entire Kyushu tremble."
"But in my opinion..."
She extended her slender finger, painted with bright red nail polish, with a flirtatious yet undeniably authoritative gesture, and lifted his chin, forcing him to look up.
The icy touch on his fingertips sent a shiver down Yoshihiro Shimazu's spine.
He saw those blue eyes so close to his face, eyes devoid of any emotion, filled only with indifference and mockery as they looked down upon all living beings.
"You are nothing but a lost, hungry... stray dog."