The extremely tired Somra returned to his armed airship flagship and relaxedly put the magic lantern cannon into the bath.

"Master, is the temperature still suitable? Do you want to add a little more [Fire Elf] powder?"

Somra's most trusted magic lamp servant walked into the bathroom carrying a plate of [Fire Elf] powder.

"Ah, let's add a little more.

Killing so many fire elves this time is enough for me to enjoy it for a long time."

Somra shook his head, looking comfortable.

"Then...I'll come right away."

The attendant of the djinn walked to Somra and sprinkled the [Fire Spirit] powder into the bath.

He took out a special elemental towel, dived into the bath, and helped Somra wipe the magic lamp.

"Oh, yes! That's right there.

Ghalib, your skills are better than before."

Puff! Puff!

Ghalib's head popped out of the bathroom.

He kept moving his hands and replied:

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. This is just a small improvement."

Somla chuckled:

"There is no need to be so humble. When I praise you, if you accept it honestly, I will be even more..."

Click!

"Um?"

While Somra was speaking, he suddenly found a strange silver double ring connecting him and Ghalib's magic lamp.

"Ghalib, what is this? New cleaning tools?"

"Ah, please don't mind."

A gentle smile appeared on Ghalib's face.

"It's not something great, it's just a [War Shackles]."

“So that’s it, it’s [War Shackles].

I thought you got something strange again, Xixixi... war shackles?!"

Somra shook his head hard, and then he realized that there was a special smell in the air.

This smell caused his thinking speed to drop rapidly, and he subconsciously ignored many anomalies.

Somla was shocked:

"A strange poison that even I, the demigod djinn, am not immune to?

You are not Ghalib, who the hell are you?!"

"hehe."

"Ghalib" smiled evilly:

"Mr. Somra, long time no see.
Chapter completed!