Eski opened his eyes suddenly, his scarlet pupils flashing fiercely in the dim cabin.

His body leaned forward slightly, the pink flesh wings on his back were slightly wide open, and the white fluff was shining with a soft luster under the faint candlelight. The fine blood vessel lines formed a net shape under the candlelight, almost as if they were about to wrap him up.

This made Esky feel like he had entered a trap, was trapped by the net, and could not move.

He stood up irritably, and the tall rat man's body seemed particularly oppressive in the narrow room.

His tail swayed gently, sweeping across the floor, and the white scales rubbed against the cabin floor, making a slight rustling sound.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Nehekara slaves were kneeling on the floor, wearing shabby linen clothes, the fabric was rough and dusty, with some wear on the edges, but they still wrapped their bodies intact.

Their skin presents a light brown color unique to the desert nation, but it does not have the rough texture of wind and sand erosion on those who do rough work. The lines on the collarbone and arms are clearly visible, but no more are exposed.

However, overall, I feel that I am not as good as the vampire of Lemia.

Eski commented.

He didn't touch these women just now, he just asked them to help him comb his fur.

But these Nehekara women used the comb to follow the movements of his hair with caution and skill, like trained goods.

Since they were slaves who were planning to resell them to the East, the Thousand Towers Kingdom of Indy, naturally, it would not be too bad, otherwise they would not be able to make money from a boat trip.

In the dungeon, he really needed some servants other than slaves and rats.

Thinking of this, Esky stretched his waist, his wings trembled slightly, and the pink flesh wings brought a breeze when they spread out, causing the candlelight to sway. He decided to leave these Nehekara female slaves.

The tip of his nose twitched slightly, with the wrinkled wet pink mouse nose, smelling the smell of sea salt and human sweat in the air, his brows frowned slightly.

Outside the window, the sea was undulating in the night, the sailing boats were too slow, it was dark, and they had not crossed the strait.

Esky pushed open the wooden window, and the sea breeze blew on his face, blew the white hair on his forehead with a moist salty smell.

His ears shook slightly, capturing the whispers of human sailors on the deck in the distance and the rhythm of the waves slapping the ship's side.

He narrowed his eyes, and the dream just now emerged in his mind - the blurry city street scene, the harsh sirens, the figures of people melting into green steam, and the exciting dimensional stone atmosphere.

His claws were clenched unconsciously, and a green light flashed from his fingertips, which then quickly dissipated.

"The world of the previous life..." He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and deep, with a hint of fatigue, "... Will the phantom of desire be Him? No, maybe two."

He turned around and his eyes fell on the Nehekara slaves.

They lowered their heads and their fingers tensely tugged at the corners of their clothes. One of the female slaves' shoulders trembled slightly, and there were several whip marks on the skin under the linen, and the red and swollen edges were looming in the candlelight.

She noticed Esky's gaze, her body shrank slightly, but she did not dare to look up.

Esky just waved his claws and signaled that they didn't have to care.

He will not release magic to heal these humans and show his good intentions.

It’s not because of wasting magic, but because he is now a little afraid of life magic. When he was fighting against Nagash, he had already been infected with an epidemic.

Including the previous dreams, desires, the wings on the back, the changes, and the vampire that was slaughtered not long ago.

He seemed to have been noticed by all the four gods, and now he would be looking for death if he went to the edge.

Taking a deep breath, he sat back on the bed, his wings naturally gathered, and his pink fleshy wings were pressed against his back, then he lay down sideways, rolled the rat's tail covered with white scales on his side, and continued to sleep, but he did not dare to fall asleep.

The female slaves immediately surrounded him, and one of them picked up a rough cloth towel and carefully wiped the hair on his back. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Esky thought this reaction was quite normal. How could normal humans not be afraid of a mouse monster?

Another female slave knelt in front of him, combed her fingers along his tail, and her slender nails slashed through the small fluff between the white scales, making Esky feel a little thorny.

However, he still held back and whipped these humans with his tail whip without stress, otherwise he would have to die with one whip.

Eski closed his eyes and felt their service. His consciousness gradually relaxed, but Hekati's figure appeared in his mind.

He opened his eyes again, and through the open hatch, Hekati was gone. She was supposed to be on the deck, monitoring the human sailors controlled by the vines.

Esky's mouth rose slightly.

However, as mentioned before, he was not worried that Hecati would miss.

The witch spirit was strong enough to kill all the humans on the ship alone, and even blood would not be stained with a drop.

He sniffed the air and tried to capture Hekati's breath, but only smelled the sea breeze and the faint smell of sweat on the female slaves.

He hummed lowly and adjusted his posture, so that the wings on his back would fit more comfortably against the bed.

I don’t know how long it took, but the shaking of the boat seemed to have eased and it was already dawn.

Eski opened his eyes and walked towards the deck.

The hull slowly docked at the port of Side1, and soon the wooden board collided with the dock and made a low and dull sound, and then there was a sound of wood collapse.

Eski stood up and ran towards the deck. No surprise, the pier was broken.

The clan rats in charge of the dock were all hiding far away, as if they realized from the beginning that the shaking docks and racks were not solid.

Eski stood on the deck, his pink flesh wings on his back slightly spread out.

Turning his head, he found himself standing between human sailors like a white hill. Only when he stood up straight and compared with dwarf humanoid objects such as humans and clan rats, he realized that he had grown so tall.

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Countless rats were busy shuttled between the docks, brown, red, beige, and yellow fur kept flashing. Yes, because they were too fast compared to humans.

In the distance, a large group of slave rats were sadly pulling a truck of dried wood under the whip of the slave administrator and dragging it into the city.

Not far from the pier, on the rotten wooden boats with the Dead Claw Clan logo hanging on the flag, a group of Dead Claw clan rats skillfully rolled up the fishing net with their tails, dumped the fish in the net into the pottery jars that were made from somewhere, and then sent them to the stone pit next to them to pickle them.

The water splashed on their furry faces, wet beards, and there was already a lot of sea salt on them, which made them look dirty and could smell a strong fishy smell from a distance.

Esky twitched his nose a little uncomfortable. The sensitive sense of smell of the rat man was often tormented in the dungeon of the rat man.

The sharp squeaking sound of rat people echoed over the entire port, and the messy noise made Esky unable to hear any words at all.

However, those humans were frightened. The human sailors clenched their hands unconsciously, their knuckles turned white, and inexplicable fear appeared in their eyes.

Esky raised his eyebrows and looked at them, thinking that these humans would not think that the noisy squeaks were the commanding voices of officials like human docks.

Then they really overestimated Scarven's current organizational level.

He didn't expect to spend too long with these human sailors.

He hummed lowly and turned to look at the room at the rear of the cabin. Several Nehekara slaves were curled up in the corner.

Nehekara, a strong rat accent, appeared in his mouth, with a slightly long tail sound and rapid repetition.

"You guys, stay."

The female slaves looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces became, me, me?

Soon, their eyes turned into horror, because they were rolled up one by one by one by Esky, with vines, and caught the part of the dock that had not yet collapsed.

Then Esky jumped to them.

Turning his head and looking at the human ship, Esky summoned a relatively gentle roaring and whistling wind, pushed the human sailboat out, and then looked at the wide tunnel leading to the dungeon.

Wu Ling had appeared beside him at some point.

"I thought you were going to lose your shadow."

"Can you remind me before you use magic?"
Chapter completed!