The space below the deck was still dark and cramped, the turbid air was mixed with all kinds of disgusting smells, and the sewage on the floor was not much better than the sewers of Ston Butch.

The man who claimed to be an "old friend" of Rosa was named Egger, a short and stocky man, with thin black hair and a greasy beard that covered most of his face, making his huge hooked nose even more conspicuous - a large, apparently more than once shot, after all, it was a hard target to ignore.

He led them around the cabin for a while, apparently deliberately circling in circles, but the elf remained silent, and forced himself to breathe normally, observing the labyrinth of twists and turns, divided by various clumps of chests, barrels, and rattan baskets, and vaguely aware that the cabin was not made to look like this because the pirates were sloppy and lazy by nature...... At least not entirely.

Stacked goods...... or garbage, all of which are carefully tied up and sturdy, forming some kind of barrier. If an enemy does attack the ship's cabin, the pirates who are familiar with the area can make the most of the terrain to defend themselves, and may even turn the tide into victory.

For an elf, such terrain is also beneficial to him. But they separated him from Rosa...... Not far away, not closer, and she was still under their control.

He had to wait for his chance.

At this point he began to regret a little that he hadn't listened to Rosa, and acted with Sonorn and the others. As long as someone can distract these people, even if it's just for a moment, he can turn the situation around. But now...... Now he is alone. And he had to worry about the dragon - he watched it fall into the sea.

Is it dead?

They weren't friends, they were even enemies, but if it really died......

The sadness and anger in his chest were so strong that he was a little surprised - but he had to stay calm.

A few pieces of tattered old canvas divide a small space. A dim candlelight flickered above their heads, and Egg sat down with a grin, kicking another empty barrel at the elf's feet.

"You may be seated, you may be seated!" he greeted warmly, "maybe you'd like to have two good glasses of wine? ”

The elf glanced back. He knew that Rosa was not far from him, but the accumulation of debris blocked his view. He couldn't see her.

"Don't worry, Elf. Iger uncorked a small barrel and smiled as he brought himself a glass. "That's Lange's daughter, and as long as she's obedient, we won't do anything to her. ”

Sesyana stared at him silently. Now, there is nothing in the way between them. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he could put the sword around his neck......

Egg touched his neck. Still grinning: "Don't look at me like that, can you? You make me feel cold here...... I've got to be honest with you, I'm not the head of these people, and even if you kick my head like a ball, they won't blink an eye, but they might kick Rosa in the head in return...... It's a little hurtful to say it, but I can be replaced—but not the lovely Rosa, can I?"

“...... What do you want?" said Sethyana, stiffly.

"It's nothing. Egger said in a relaxed tone, "I just want to borrow your twin swords to kill someone." ”

“...... Kill whom?" the elf asked.

"Straight to the point!" Egger raised his glass to him—judging by the aroma. That's a good wine.

"I'm starting to like you a little bit, really. He said. "You're not like your sanctimonious, duplicitous kindred. ”

The elf glared at him coldly.

"Did you hear that horn just now?" Iger tilted his head, no more nonsense, "You're going to kill the person who greeted you with that horn...... Nine-toed Walker, the leader of the Black Sails.

The sound ringing in my ears was like a black sea, vague but unusually heavy, rumbling against my eardrums.

"Is he dead? He looks like he's dead. ”

"Get out of the way! You've got to let him breathe!"

"He's out of breath, he's dead, he's like an ice bar to the touch!"

"Get out of here, idiots! You've got to get him to spit it out!"

A faint spurt made Iss almost throw up - he could feel himself snapped like a cutlet in a frying pan and turned all over the surface, almost falling apart.

The spontaneous anger made him break free from the chaos, and before he could open his eyes, he subconsciously bit the hand that was wrestling his teeth.

"Hey! He bites me!"

The voice sounded a little gratifying.

"He's alive! I'll say he's alive!"

“...... Shut up, Bangbu. ”

Then he was rudely turned over again, and the guy he bit his finger let out a long wail.

Iss spat out his fingers in disgust, opened his eyes, and without thinking slapped his paw at the first face he saw—a long, lanky face that looked more like a mouse than a man.

He doesn't have claws on his hands...... He didn't have any strength at all, but the mouse still screamed, "He scratched me!" I kindly scooped him out of the water, and he scratched me! Can I throw him back?!"

"It's Bertram who fished him out! You're just dragging him along...... If you don't shut up, I'll throw you back!" someone yelled.

A large hand reached over and lifted the mouse aside, and in place of the slender face was a large square face that looked like it had been chiseled out of stone, embedded in the big face, and the black eyes looked unexpectedly gentle.

"Are you alright, little one?"

Fang asked him softly.

Ise shuddered, and suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

Everyone around him looked as tall as a barbarian...... But they don't look like barbarians at all.

He sat on the ground on the knee of a fellow, wrapped in a dirty shirt, and three faces leaned in front of him, looking at him with interest, but obviously keeping a certain distance, as if he were some funny and scary little thing......

Iss looked down at his hand—tiny, white and tender, almost transparent in the moonlight.

A trace of fear rose coldly from the bottom of my heart...... What kind of spell did he fall for?!

He could still feel something cold in his chest, making him shiver unconsciously, but he began to realize that the current situation probably had nothing to do with it.

It was he who made himself like this...... He'd made him smaller, again, and he didn't want to know how small he really was now.

He vaguely remembered falling into the sea and telling himself to be smaller—a dragon was easy to find even in the sea, but not a small human. But he really didn't want to make himself so weak......

Why didn't he just turn himself into a fish?!.

(To be continued.) )