Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The five-story iron-framed apartment building was packed with people. There must have been at least a thousand of them, and they were all slaves.

Of all the criminals Abel had ever dealt with, the most outrageous one was Skylar Sierre. But even that man was just a drop in the bucket compared to the Billygut Pirates. Moreover, an even more surprising scene unfolded inside.

"Here! How much is this cell? I only want to buy women."

"You can't sell them like that. They're family units."

"No, do you have to sell them all in a bundle?"

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"Aha! If that's what you mean, then I can accept it. Since there are ten people, how about 100 Golden?"

"Didn't you choose these because of their beauty? I'll have to give those three 40 gold each."

"Hey! That's expensive."

"Family units are all like that."

Slave trading, in real time.

Abel absentmindedly brought up the character information window. He was wondering what kind of people were doing these illegal transactions.

**<Person Information>**

Name: Jamie Hagar

Status: Viscount

Position: Provincial Deputy Lord, Chief of Staff

Relationship: No acquaintance

Status: When the legal slave trade became difficult, they visited pirate groups.

Overall Ability: C

The empire tended to manage its slaves strictly because taxes could only be collected when there were many free people.

However, the local lords wanted to increase their number of serfs and slaves. The purpose was to obtain labor to cultivate the fields and reduce the taxes paid to the central government. The lower-class people, including serfs, were not treated as people.

So it seemed that this kind of shady slave trade was rampant. Abel understood the situation, but there was another point that surprised him. 'The lord of the throne is coming in person?' It was such a popular place among the civilians, so why was the Navy so incompetent? Figuring out why wasn't difficult.

A brown-bearded man sitting at the head table, watching the slave trade, was the key. The moment Abel brought up the bastard's character information, he immediately realized it. His true identity was…

**'Admiral Nigel Bayliss.'**

***

It was true that pirates had their bases in places that were extremely difficult to access. However, it was difficult for Billygut to exert influence far out to sea because the Navy's ships were much larger and stronger. In that situation, only Schultz's top gets hurt? That meant the Navy and pirates were colluding.

Until now, it was just a guess. But now that the Admiral had been discovered here, there was no way to stop him. If only Abel could catch that guy. But there were too many troops.

According to Cordell McNeill's investigation, Billygut was just another pirate group. In terms of overall ranking, it would be considered a medium-sized company operating only one or two ships.

One, it seemed like it was time to revise the evaluation. This huge hideout even had its own dock and housed more than ten pirate ships.

That was the core function of this hideout.

In places like this, things like food were more valuable than gold. Abel looked closely at Admiral Nigel Bayliss.

He talked to the pirates and seemed like a boss. He gave instructions by pointing to various places in the slave trading area with his finger. It looked quite natural.

"Then I will never be able to make the excuse that I came to spy. Am I the only one who saw that scene?"

The prisoners locked in the cage had their eyes wide open. The number was as many as one thousand. It wouldn't have been a big deal if only a few people had testified to Nigel Bayliss. The problem was that there may be other informants besides that guy.

Abel immediately brought up the information window of the people hanging around the slave trading area.

"Ouch! I'm dizzy." He felt dizzy for a moment, perhaps because so many letters were pouring out before his eyes. After calmly clearing the windows one by one, a few suspicious ones remained. He knew it.

Two naval officers and twenty combat soldiers.

Upon looking into their affiliation, Abel found that they seemed to be Nigel Bayliss' bodyguards.

Of course, it could have been an order from a superior, or they could have simply been dragged there. But they didn't seem to be that pure.

Everyone was loitering in front of the iron bars. They must be doing that to get slaves or jewels at a cheap price.

"Now that we've found everything, shall we begin?" Abel thought. What's there to complicate?

Anyway, this is an isolated space.

Since the ship's keys were completely destroyed, there was no way to escape. Just beat them all up and take it easy. Of course, this hideout must be completely destroyed so that pirates could never establish themselves again.

Abel slowly approached the head of the slave trading floor. He was a bit suspicious, but he couldn't come forward.

The man seemed to think Abel was one of the Navy combat soldiers. Abel nodded towards the back and looked at them with arrogant eyes.

"What are you looking at? It looks like something is going on at the dock. Why don't you take a look around?"

"How many days have the prisoners been rebelling? Don't worry about us."

"Can you please clean that rotten countertop? It's disgusting."

"You must be a Navy guy, judging by the way you're acting so neatly like a gentleman."

"If you know, you'll be pissed. You pirate bastard."

"Take it easy. Have you forgotten where this is?"

"Tch! They say even dogs bark louder in their own home."

Abel turned his head away with a frown. He had spoken about the relationship between the Navy and pirates, and his harsh words seemed to have worked well. Thanks to this, he had easy access to Nigel Bayliss.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

As Abel spoke, tapping his shoulder, Admiral Bayliss glared at him as if he were displeased. No one would touch him in this hideout.

"Who are you… Huh?"

But soon, he started to make a puzzled expression. It seemed like he realized something was wrong. If you were an admiral in the Navy, you were at least a count.

There was no way that a person like that wouldn't recognize Abel's face. Because they had met in such an unexpected place, Abel's brain just shut down.

Then the bastard opened his eyes wide and said, "Father, the Berserker of the North?"

Actually, Abel had expected him to call him by a more formal title, like Your Highness the Duke, or Supreme Court, or the Mayor.

Instead, he was called by a bad nickname he had earned on the front lines. He was truly someone who had served in the military.

"Admiral Nigel Bayliss."

"Yes? Yes."

"You are under arrest for treason and large-scale human trafficking. Oh, and before that, I have one favor to ask."

"What is it?"

"Please resist so I can hit you."

"…"

Admiral Bayliss furrowed his brow and looked quickly from side to side. It seemed like he was sending some kind of signal. As expected, the escorts disguised as pirates simultaneously drew their swords.

Srrrrung! Chaang!

Abel gave a bitter smile.

"Thank you so much for being such a typical villain."

"They say he suddenly came to his senses and made a good decision, but I guess you can't believe the rumors."

"Good people and scumbags should be treated differently. It's disappointing that you don't even know such an obvious truth."

"Phehheh! You speak well. But how can you still do that after a while?"

"Are you confident?"

"Do you still think you're in the northern plains? This is the middle of the ocean. Let me show you how we deal with those knights."

That was a really funny statement.

How rotten and corrupt must a man be for a naval admiral to identify himself with pirates? Now it seemed like he had no intention of hiding it at all.

"Tea time!"

Phew!

Abel gave the warhammer to the stomach of the escort who was rushing from the left. The downward movement was so great that he couldn't just sit by and watch.

"Cough! Eww!"

The bastard fell down the stairs, spewing out vomit. Countless chain attacks began immediately after.

Phew! Kagan! Thud!

Weapons like broad-bladed swords and sickles flew in from all directions. Originally, it was difficult to generate auras with unfamiliar weapons.

But the escorts seemed pretty skilled.

Since their level was that high, they could show off their skills even when holding a hook or something. At this level, it could be said to be mid-level, even among the knights of the Western Defense Forces.

By the standards of the South Sea Fleet, it would probably be in the top group.

"Even these high-ranking knights are getting involved. It seems like they're much more corrupt than I thought."

Abel calmly blocked the onslaught of attacks, occasionally stabbing Hector Punisher. It was a simple movement, but it was an attack that could not be ignored. This was because the blade attached to the tip was aimed precisely at the vital points.

"Ugh! This, this!"

"The basics feel good. What if I get flustered by such a simple irregular attack?"

"Shut up…"

"Yes, I'll make you shut up."

Bam!

Abel was leisurely training when suddenly he hit the knight on the head. The moment he lost his composure, Abel saw a huge gap. It would be rude to miss this opportunity.

The bastard passed out in one hit and rolled down the stairs.

As the number of guys who got hit by Abel exceeded ten, Admiral Bailey's face turned pale.

"What, what are you guys doing? Kill that guy right now! It's a punitive force from the Empire!" he screamed, his voice bordering on outrage.