in the name of the queen

Chapter 130 Believe in the wisdom of future generations
  When Bridges was preparing to cook seafood, Sif had already been dragged into the captain's room by Roland.

Roland's reason was that she had been singing all night and needed a good rest.

"You don't want to lose your voice, so you can sing as 'beautifully' as me in the future, right?"

Sif originally wanted to show off that "I'm with everyone in the fleet," but Roland's threat was so scary that she didn't dare to take the gamble.

She was so frightened that she quickly retreated to the captain's cabin, hugging the pear that Roland handed over and gnawing on it to suppress her shock.

I heard that pears are soothing to the throat, so it’s better to eat more.

In fact, Roland was not only worried about her throat, but also worried that she would be frightened by the blood that was about to happen on the deck.

This is to be expected. After all, Kraken is not a human being.

Human registration is not that easy to obtain.

Back then, the elves and the earth spirits fought for the orthodox position of mankind. Sparks flew and blood flowed like rivers.

The plane of Theia is larger than the earth, and the surface area of ​​the planet is about three times that of the earth. However, the resources are ultimately limited and cannot accommodate too many human branches.

Currently, there are only two branches of Homo sapiens and subhumans that hold orthodox human citizenship.

Even if you add in the highly intelligent humans that once existed, there are only four more branches: elves, earth spirits, orcs, and demons.

The Siren also wants to get his hands on precious human records?
  dream.

Even if they learn human language and imitate human living habits, it is them and not them after all.

Bridges wouldn't play nice with them.

Before the execution and torture, Bridges exchanged glances with Roland, who was standing on the high platform.

This is a tacit understanding between men.

Bacon is delicious and everyone likes it, but the screams and blood all over the floor when slaughtering pigs are not pretty.

Keep the queen away from this bloody scene.

Don't let the seafood juices splash onto the flawless petals of the white rose.

This is something Rowland and Bridges agree on.

Seeing how easily Roland broke down the Queen's resistance and took her into the captain's room to rest, Bridges suddenly felt that Her Majesty's lover seemed okay.

Just be a pretty boy, who will please Her Majesty the Queen?

After watching the Queen leave the slaughterhouse, Bridges, who transformed into a butcher, had cold eyes and a ferocious expression. He clenched his pistol and walked toward the seafood captives.

He had a vague premonition that the disappearance of his comrades in the Fourth Fleet, as well as the late emperor and prince, was probably related to these sea monsters.

Even if he is not the murderer, he is still relevant.

With a burst of gunfire, more than a dozen pieces of seafood were killed on the spot and thrown into the sea.

Life in the sea, death in the sea, it completes the cycle.

There were more than twenty sea monsters left, looking at Bridges who was as terrifying as a demon in horror.

Seeing Bridges approaching, a siren stammered and shouted, "You humans claim to be civilized, but you are..."

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out again, and the words of protest came to an abrupt end.

Bridges said coldly: "Take them to the kitchen, torture them carefully, and ask the chef to prepare the ingredients for the fish soup."

The Kraken is an intelligent life that can talk. It is okay to kill it, but it is a bit unacceptable to use it to make soup.

Bridges is purely trying to scare them and give these sirens some strength.

But how could the Kraken know the truth? They were so frightened by Bridges that they confessed one after another.

It's a pity that these sea monsters are all low-level cannon fodder, not even mid-level officers. The information they know is little and of little use.

The more useful information is that their original hometown is in a distant deep-sea city-state. They were forced to leave their hometown a few years ago. Many sea monsters complained about this.

Bridges compiled the information and presented it to Sif.

Seeing that Sif shared information with Roland without any scruples, Bridges resigned first.

It was daybreak, and he would arrive at Port Emre in a few hours, so he had to make all preparations.

Looking at Bridges' report, Sif was still thinking, but Roland had already begun to sneer.

"I don't believe that the brave men who boarded the enemy ship first were not led by officers. I'll go and have a look."

When Roland was about to leave, Sif pinched his sleeve and shook her head slowly. "Leave it to others to do the work with bloody hands, and I don't want you to do the same."

Roland was stunned.

He was taking good care of Sif, and so was she.

There is too much ugliness in this world, and Roland's most sincere wish is to be less tainted by it.

Roland smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything like torture. I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with them."

Now that Roland agreed, Sif was relieved.

She was just curious, how could Roland make these guys who couldn't understand human language understand?

Of course there are.

Such as exchanging music.

Roland locked the sea monsters into a well-sealed bottom cabin and locked the door.

The sirens looked at Roland's kind smile and felt inexplicably nervous.

Roland's eyes roamed over the sea monsters, seeming to be looking for weaknesses.

When the beautiful female sirens saw Roland's gaze, some were shy, while others took the initiative to puff up their chests.

The face of one of the female sirens was obviously prettier than the others. Looking at her proud curves and red and flexible tongue, Roland walked over.

The siren lowered his head slightly, with a hint of shyness in his charm.

A normal man would probably be unbearable in the face of this strange temptation, but Roland saw the flash of chill in her eyes when she lowered her head.

Roland pinched her chin, sneered and teased: "Smelly ****, are you fantasizing about stuffing my sperm inside and then biting it off?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in seafood-flavored cups."

Although she didn't quite understand what the cup meant, the female siren still felt a sense of shame.

She closed her eyes and her body trembled slightly.

Roland pinched her neck and lifted her up, the devil's whisper ringing in his ears.

"Are you anxious? Although I have no sexual interest in seafood, my human compatriot XP is broad-minded and tolerant, and there are many people who like seafood. Don't worry, you can eat it until you die after Emre comes ashore."

The female siren closed her eyes tightly and said nothing, but her trembling body betrayed her true inner feelings.

"Kill me!" the female siren said through gritted teeth.

"Snapped!"

She was answered with a resounding slap.

Roland looked at her as if he were looking at a poor fool.

"If it falls into my hands, can you still live and die? Unless you can provide enough information."

The female siren stubbornly turned her head, not looking at Roland.

Her face was burning and hurting, but she didn't care.

Since she was captured, she had no intention of surviving, and there was no hope of obtaining information from her.

Roland looked at the female siren, who was as stubborn as a chaste woman, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

You won’t say it, right?

Then give her some strength.

Although the method of fatigue interrogation is good, it is too slow to produce results. Anyone can do it, and his methods cannot be shown.

Roland took out the magic scroll and stuck it outside the female siren's ear to activate the scroll.

The female siren looked at Roland in horror, but was surprised to find that there seemed to be nothing strange about her body, and her hearing was even much sharper.

"Hearing strengthening magic has a very simple effect. It strengthens hearing tenfold in a short period of time. It is often used as auxiliary detection magic."

The female siren seemed to have thought of something, and her face changed slightly. She subconsciously wanted to cover her ears, but found that she was tied up and unable to move.

Before she could even protest, Roland had already spoken.

It was difficult to hear the suffocating singing.

With ten times the benefit of hearing, every lyric is deafening, but not deafening.

The female siren screamed, and her soul was almost torn apart instantly.

How she longed to be deaf.

Losing her hearing is the greatest tragedy for the singing siren, but now it is the only possibility to save her.

It's a pity that she is not deaf, but has excellent sound recognition ability.

She already had excellent hearing, and with ten times the hearing aid, the pain she endured exceeded the limit that words can describe.

Roland once rubbed plastic foam with water on the glass, and the sound was very unpleasant.

The pain that the female siren is experiencing now is far more than a hundred times tormented by that noise.

She collapsed instantly.

After holding on for less than a minute, her whole body was covered in hot sweat, and a fishy smell oozed from the lower part of her body. She was already incontinent.

She tried to faint, but Roland grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it on her head, forcibly interrupting her.

The other krakens in the room were in agony, but the female kraken's pain was far greater than any of them.

Finally, she screamed for mercy.

"I said, I will say anything, please shut up!"

Roland smiled slightly, sang the last line, and bowed out gracefully.

"The wonderful performance ends here. I need your confessions. High-value information can buy back freedom, medium-value information can be exchanged for a dignified and painless death, and low-value information can be exchanged for tickets to this singer's special concert."

The sirens turned pale.

Damn humans, that's harsh.

Medium value information cannot be exchanged for freedom, but only painless death?

But they had no room for bargaining.

Unless you want tickets for Roland's special concert.

For them, this is a torture a hundred times more painful than death.

The sirens were so desperate that they gave up everything without struggling.

In Roland's eyes, most people's intelligence does not meet the threshold of medium-value intelligence. Who wants to hear about the short-term affairs of their clan's parents?
  Does it make sense to see who is the Siren, Grim or Gram?

This seems to be really useful.

At least it proves that the Kraken is not monolithic within itself, and that tribal conflicts outweigh class conflicts.

Roland did not let go of any information and carefully recorded the information, preparing to hand it over to Alina for analysis later.

The biggest fish is still the female siren who was so tough-mouthed just now.

No different from the stereotype, the strength and status within the Kraken group are also determined by their bloodline.

Female mermaids with high bloodline have more outstanding appearance and figure.

The female siren who was sung by Roland alone had outstanding appearance and figure, second only to the female siren leader who led the operation last night.

Seeing Roland clearing his throat again in preparation for a solo concert, her proud head lowered instantly and she became extremely docile.

She did it all.

Her name is Munina Gram, a high-ranking siren and priest of the Gram clan. She was the deputy commander of the sneak attack on the fleet last night.

"Who is that siren who is prettier than you?"

Roland asked suddenly.

"That's my sister, Muniya Gram, the next clan leader. My sister is far stronger than me, and she will definitely avenge me!"

Roland didn't bother to pay attention to Munina. Only children like to engage in this kind of meaningless verbal dispute.

He wants more information.

"Approximately how many people are there in the entire Siren race?"

"Many, many, too many to count." Munina's expression became proud.

You are so proud!

Roland silently complained that he was an idiot who didn't even understand mathematics.

He changed his words and asked softly: "How many people attacked us last night?"

"Not too much."

"Where's the male siren with support?"

"A bit much."

"What about your tribe?"

"a lot of."

After much tossing, Roland made a rough judgment from Munina's various adjectives.

Not too many, around a hundred people, a little over a thousand, many at the level of 100,000, and many, many probably at least millions.

This is only the number that Munina knows.

Conservative estimates put the total number of Kraken people at over 10 million.

According to Munina's statement, their production capacity is approximately equivalent to that of the early Iron Age, and their social organization is in the transition stage from late slave society to feudal society.

They occupied many large islands in the deep sea and built deep-sea city-states. The tribesmen engaged in ocean fishing and aquaculture, asking for food from the sea to support the tribe.

As we all know, the ocean is a super treasure house. Even in the 21st century, human exploration of the ocean has only revealed a corner of the mystery. The island where the Kraken is located is relatively remote, and it is normal that it has not been discovered by humans for the time being.

Munina herself is not a particularly valuable target, and even the tribe behind her is not particularly powerful in the entire Kraken clan.

It is precisely because of his marginal status that he was sent to act as cannon fodder.

In Munina's exaggerated discussion of the strong men of her ethnic group, Roland constantly reminded her to calm down with loud slaps and louder songs, and inferred the strength of the so-called strong men through their destructive abilities.

Roland simply and crudely set the average combat effectiveness of five-year veterans from human civilization countries to one soldier.

Munina's combat effectiveness is about 3-5 soldiers, the combat effectiveness of an ordinary female siren is 0.2-0.3 soldiers, and her sister Munia's combat effectiveness is about 10 soldiers. She has already touched the threshold of the ninth-level transcendent. As long as she breaks through, she will be The level of an entry-level transcendent.

The average combat power of a male siren starts at 2 soldiers.

But their organizational skills are poor.

According to Roland's judgment.

One male siren can easily beat up 1-2 human veterans.

10 male sirens can only defeat 10 human veterans.

100 male sirens can barely fight against 50 human veterans, and they will most likely lose.

Their low intelligence and rough organization and command make them no match for humans after swarming.

The major powers in the human world have reached the level of pre-modern armies, and any country can easily defeat the entire Kraken group.

If they come ashore.

Munina's confession was very detailed and useful, but it gave Roland a headache.

How should we face the Kraken tribe in the future?

These guys have become a phenomenon. Unless they are determined to carry out genocide with the courage of the American pioneers, they are likely to become a branch of humanity like the demi-humans.

After a slight headache, Roland made a decision and believed in the wisdom of future generations.

Surely they could find a way to get along with the Kraken.

He has more important things to do now.

Roland cast his kind eyes on Munina, "Munina, do you want to live? Don't answer in a hurry. Your answer determines the fate of all the prisoners. If you choose to live, everyone can live. If you choose to die, they will all die because of you. And die.”

(End of this chapter)