Chapter 593 (1/2)

Chapter 593: Bernard Fokke’s Journal

Start of Volume 9

As the trio carefully read through, past scenes of tragic events were gradually reconstructed

「 Summer, 1624 Fourteenhabits of that da worst Last month, he delivered my Momore to the Abattoir, it was I who reared hi tears in his eyes when e I would surely allow Momore, my frail old horse, to accompany me for eternity 」

「 He’s walking up the stairs, he actually dares to go up!!! 」

「 That drunkard seeaze he observed Susan with is the exact same as the one he observed Momore with for one whole month! 」

「 I cannot permit such atrocities anyht, the Devon county will coain If the old head survives, the fate of Susan and I would be resigned to being sold off as slaves We will die froer, while that drunkard dies from shoddy brandy 」

「 Anyway he will die eventually, on’t he let Susan and I go? 」

Next page,

「 I killed him, yes, I killed him! 」

「 Heavens, I killed my own father! 」

「 I resent that ic fate of mine 」

「 I only knocked hih on the back of his head, how did he just die like that? 」

「 This old dehter, my elder sister! 」

「 But I didn’t intend to take his lifesaying that is futile now 」

「 Curse it, Satan has definitely descended on my heart That old derow so large? Her skin is so fair, the blood is rushi+ng toelse to do But why isn’t Susan putting on her clothes? 」

「 O, I aa me! 」

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「 Stopto hell with it! 」

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「 I’hton the gibbet Life is truly wonderful, but this means I have to labor in vain for a decade for the shi+p’s owner, Travice I must follow him unconditionally 」

「 Curse it, I arees of Travice are s I personally witnessed the, they tossed him into the sea to feed the fishes 」

「 I loathe eating this rock solid rye bread! After chewing a hundred tiht, we’re finally setting sail and departing frohost land I will never return 」

「 I aator are the worst He actually wants me to transcribe those detestable nu them! 」

「 Splendid, I’ve discovered the navigator’s secret This is extre such cheap cutter codes to detail his voyage journal logs can fool hbour, the clergy West May that kind-hearted old man finds peace in heaven 」

「 Oh hoh, I’ to feel ator Mayhaps others are clueless, but he only es a fifth of his tasks 」

Following that, the trio browsed through a thousand words

「 Travice infor to a distant place A faraway land that requires a year to a year and a half of time 」

「 I should tell him to be more courteous towards me Without my precise coordinates, his shi+p can only float within a port 」

「 This is a wondrous news, especially for an unlucky brat who has to assuator and other random tasks without allowance, this is a cause for celebration 」

「 Heavens! I have never desired so insatiably for a man to die before! It has been 3 years since Travice appeared to be hanging by his last breath, yet he refuses to die! 」

「 Our destination is a place called Kijuju I swear I’ve never heard of such a tongue rolling name before It must be an African na he can find a evity there! Ahhaha, if one can live forever by eating 2-3 stalks of flowers, why is there a need for God? 」

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「 Honestly speaking, our luck is ah that we arrived at the lovely, primitive and uncivilized continent of Africa Several times, it felt like the shi+p would sink The coordinates of voyage routes cursed by the snares of the devil are foiled by the sea water I shall write the 」