By the time everyone was freed, they were crying while holding their palms together, praying to Sylvester for his heavenly grace.
Yes, Sylvester knew he had the best cheat that always worked, especially on the poor and underprivileged. And he had no shame in using it. After all, the world was already scamming each other, so why shouldn't he?
"Stand behind me, children of Solis. I shall protect you from vile raiders. Today, they shall not take any of you." Sylvester roared and created two long shining light blades on his fists.
With that, he walked out of the lower deck. All the slavers were dead on the deck, and around their dead bodies were a few men draped in black cotton clothes. They even hid their faces with cloth.
The few inquisitors Sylvester had brought were also fighting them but not hurting them enough to kill them.
