The captain of the ship reached out.

Chapter 20 Increase the dosage!

"Where is your dynasty?"

"The grasslands adjacent to the swamp territory, and beneath the entire grasslands, lies the territory of our Twitch Dynasty..."

Through his question-and-answer session with Phoebe, Horn gained a deeper understanding of the Rat Emperor and the Twitch Dynasty.

To the east of the swamp forest lies a vast grassland.

The mice have dug a network of tunnels beneath the grassland, creating what is essentially an underground kingdom.

The capital of the dynasty was the residence of the "Rat Emperor" Twitch.

Horn also learned that—

The Thucydides dynasty was clearly a matriarchal society.

Female mice hold a much higher status than male mice.

The main reason is that the "Rat Emperor" is actually a female rat!

Moreover, according to Phoebe, all the intelligent rat people in the Tucci Dynasty are descendants of the Queen.

This is like giving birth to a dynasty!

That means she's very fertile.

As expected of a rat!

"Ugh... You mustn't insult Her Majesty the Empress!"

Phoebe's eyelids twitched twice, her beard trembled, but she ultimately failed to wake up.

Even in this state, she would still instinctively protect the [Rat Emperor], demonstrating the domineering nature of the [Loyalty Seal].

It's also difficult to get any further, more in-depth information out of them.

Horn looked at the little female mouse entangled by tentacles and was somewhat perplexed.

In this situation, releasing Phoebe would likely provoke great hostility from the Tucci dynasty.

The worst-case scenario would be the outbreak of an expeditionary war.

He does not yet have the confidence to be an enemy of the entire Tucci dynasty.

They can only be detained here for the time being.

Once the purification spell is mastered and the [Loyalty Seal] is removed, things might take a turn for the better?

As for the present situation...

Let's increase the dosage first!

……

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On the vast, azure sea.

The sea breeze is gentle, and the wind fills the heart.

The bow of the Golden Sun cuts through the waves, and the fine spray shimmers like shattered gold in the sunlight, a truly magnificent sight.

However, little Mike on the deck had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery.

Why?

Naturally, it was the one-armed indigenous man next to him!

Normally, these native slaves would be kept in the lower decks of the ship until they reached their destination, at which point they would have a chance to see the light of day again.

But the internal strife in the past caused the Golden Sun to lose a lot of manpower.

In addition, Libit performed well and was the first of the natives to surrender.

So Bazel took pity on him and allowed Libit to come aboard and help.

Of course, Libitt's status was even lower than Mike's; he did the hardest and most tiring work and ate the leftovers from the crew.

Even so, the one-armed man had no complaints and seemed to be working very hard.

For example, right now.

Libitt and Mike were assigned the task of cleaning the deck.

It rained a couple of days ago, and a layer of slippery moss grew on the deck, mixing with the remaining bloodstains to form a thick layer of grime.

Splash! Splash!

Libitt strapped the brush to his one arm and began brushing the deck back and forth, the shackles on his feet rattling with each movement.

Although Libitt was given a certain degree of freedom, Barzel still took some precautions.

Mike saw that Libitt's ankles were bruised and purple from the shackles, and blood was seeping from the wound on his severed arm. He kindly advised him to stop.

"Uncle, you can take a rest now."

Libitt turned his head, grinned, and gave an awkward smile: "It's okay, I can handle it."

"Mike, go and rest. Just leave the work to me."

If any other sailor had said that, Mike would have already gone to slack off.

But this uncle is a native of the island!

Mike also has to be wary of the other party causing trouble, otherwise he'll be the one getting beaten and scolded!

To be honest, the more agreeable and hardworking Libit was, the more afraid Mike became of him.

—The most terrifying thing about this kind of person is when they go crazy!

Mike didn't believe that Libitt had truly let go of his hatred.

Captain Bazel and Hansen certainly didn't believe it either.

The difference is...

They don't care!

They didn't think a disabled native who wasn't even a trekker could cause any trouble, so they simply used him as cheap labor.

"Hey, sir, wait a minute!"

Seeing that Liberty was about to casually pluck a black mushroom from the corner of the deck, Mike immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"What's wrong?"

A look of confusion appeared on Libit's face.

Mike said matter-of-factly, "These mushrooms are part of the ship's food reserves. They'll be very useful. Don't pull them out if you see them again."

"Okay, sure."

Watching Libitt turn and leave, Mike couldn't help but ask himself a question.

"Brother Mushroom, can this guy really become our ally?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no."

Horn has decided to give Libit a chance.

Whether he can seize the opportunity is his problem.

Suddenly at this moment.

First Mate Hansen went up to the deck and shouted to Libit, "Hey, you one-armed guy! Another one of your tribesmen has died. Hurry up and clean him up, don't let him rot in the hold."

Upon hearing this, Libit paused, but his face still showed no dissatisfaction or resentment; he simply nodded blankly.

"I see."

Then, dragging his shackles, he walked heavily into the cabin.

Hansen glared at Mike again.

"Mike, you go after him too. Don't let him cause any trouble, you hear me?"

Mike nodded hastily, "Yes!"

The interior of the ship's cabin was dimly lit.

Libitt and Mike walked down the road one after the other, the atmosphere heavy.

Before entering the slave ship's cabin, Libitt took a deep breath, as if he had mentally prepared himself, before slowly pushing the door open.

The cabin, which had been filled with low sobs and whispers, fell completely silent after the door was opened.

The natives stared at Libit in silence, as if he were a stranger.

Their silent gazes were filled with coldness and disdain.

Until Libit carried the lifeless body out the door, not a single person spoke to him.

"……traitor."

Just before the door closed, a shrill whisper reached Liberty's ears.

"Uncle... are you alright?"

Mike felt a little scared to be alone with the one-armed man.

Can this uncle withstand such a blow?

Fortunately, Libitt was much stronger than he had expected.

"I'm fine, I just... want some peace and quiet."

"Then you can take the body to the mushroom-shaped cabin yourself. I'll wait for you at the door."

"Thank you, Mike."

squeak-

Enter the cabin filled with Carnivorous Mushrooms and close the oak door.

The middle-aged man leaned against the door, remained silent for a while, and then tears silently streamed down his face.

Libitt could endure the contempt and insults from the sailors, as well as the physical pain and exhaustion.

But what he found unbearable was the resentment and misunderstanding from his own people.

Wiping his eyes, Libitt looked at the corpse on the ground.

It's Cano...

Kano is dead, Nira is dead, Koyate is dead...

As the Golden Sun sailed, the indigenous people continued to suffer losses.

Coupled with the attitude of his tribesmen, Libit couldn't help but doubt himself.

If this continues, will I really be able to get my revenge?

Can I really lead my people back to their homeland?

Libitt closed his eyes in anguish and muttered to himself.

"Lord of the Deep, please guide me..."

next moment.

A hoarse, cold, echoing voice emanated from the twisting, writhing shadowy creature, reverberating throughout the cabin.

"Lost person, why do you call out?"