Margot sighed. He knew exactly what to do next. In addition to not being able to move to a better place, there was one thing in this deal that he hated. That is, he will have a bad smell on his body. It was a side effect that he would bring every time he carried out the ban on his master's orders, and for whatever reason, it annoyed Margoz.

But it's worth the sacrifice to gain that power. And now he can go out on the street alone, go to the Demon Buster Inn to drink generously, and don't have to worry about someone waiting for an opportunity to bully him.

Margot pulled his collar, reached into his shirt, and pulled out a necklace. The silver pendant on the necklace resembles a blade of fire. He held it tightly in his palm, as if he was going to puncture the palm of his hand, and then he read it silently. Although he would never know the meaning of the incantation, he always felt an unspeakable fear at this time. He read, "Geltek Erred Nash." Erred Nash Bangalar. Erred Nash Havik Yesog. Geltek Ered Nash. ”

A stench of sulfur began to fill the room. Margot hates the smell the most.

Geltek Ered Nash. Did you do what I commanded?

"Yes, sir." To Margoz's embarrassment, he found that his voice sounded a little shrill and shriek. He cleared his throat, lowered his voice as low as he could, and said, "I did everything you told me to do. When I mentioned the evil deeds of the protozoa, almost the entire tavern joined in. ”

Almost?

Margot didn't like the threat implied in the word. "There was one man who was reluctant to join, and as a result, everyone else banded together against him. He became the target of public criticism. That's it. ”

Seemingly. You're doing a great job.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. Thank you, sir. We'd love to help. He hesitated, "Can I, then, sir, consider moving me to a better place now?" You've probably noticed, that mouse—"

As long as you do things for us, you will be rewarded.

"As you say, sir, but—me. I hope it's going to be soon. He decided to take advantage of the fear that had haunted him all his life, "Tonight, I'm in danger again, you know, walking around the docks—"

As long as you obey us, there will be no danger. You don't have to be scared anymore. Margoz.

"This- I know that. I'm just—"

You just want to live a life that you are not yet allowed to live. There's nothing wrong with that. But, Margoz. You'll have to be patient. The reward will come when it is due.

The stench of sulfur began to fade slowly. "Thank you, sir. Geltech Erred Nash! ”

A voice said faintly, "Gaeltech Erred Nash." The room was silent again.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the wall, and Margoz vaguely heard the next-door neighbor shouting: "Stop arguing! We're going to sleep! ”

In the past, Margot would have been frightened into a ball by such shouts, but now. He didn't care, and planted his head on the mattress, hoping that the smell wouldn't disturb his sleep.

"I can't figure it out, what's the use of fog?"

Captain Bolick, the owner of the proto-insect merchant ship Ogat, immediately regretted it, for he found that he did not want to answer the orderly's question: "Does it have to be of any use?" ”

Rybin shook his head. Continue to clean the captain's fangs.

This is not a habit that every protozoan has in mind. But Captain Bolick insisted, as the owner of the Ogat. It is their duty to maintain their best image.

The protozo was originally a noble race, but later because they were driven out of their homeland and became slaves of humanoid insects and demonic insects, they lived a dirty and unclean life. And now, as a free man living in Wormhive Mountain under the leadership of the great warrior Chen Feng, Bolik felt the need to live less like a slave - which meant keeping things tidy. While this is nothing short of a night's pool for most protozons, Bolick wants his crew to do just that.

That's what Rybin did. He was always better at following the captain's instructions than the rest of the crew. He had neatly trimmed his eyebrows, his fangs and teeth clean, his nails polished and sharpened, and his accessories simple yet tasteful—only a nose ring and a tattoo.

Rybin began to answer the captain's question: "Yes, sir. Everything has a reason to exist, doesn't it? You see, the reason why the water exists is for us to have fish to eat and for our boats to sail on it. Air exists to allow us to breathe freely. The earth provides us with food, not to mention that it also allows us to build houses on it. We can build ships because of the trees. There is also rain and snow, which also have a reason to exist - unlike the ocean, they provide us with drinking water. Everything in the world has a reason for its existence. ”

Rybin began to concentrate on sharpening the captain's nails. Bolick leaned back, and his stool was next to the bulkhead, so he simply leaned against it. He asked, "What is the fog for?" ”

"Nope. Except for getting in the way, it didn't work at all. ”

Polyk laughed, his freshly cleaned teeth glistening in the dimly lit cabin. There was no light at all from the porthole, the fog was too thick. The captain continued: "But rain and snow also stand in the way. ”

"Yes, Captain, absolutely." Rybin had already fixed his thumb, and he began to fix the other fingers, "But like I said, rain and snow have something else to do. They get in the way, but at least they make up for it. But, sir, can you tell me what the fog is of any use? It just blocks our view and can't do anything else. ”

"Perhaps," Bollick looked at his orderly, "but it is likely that we don't know what it does for a while, after all, it took us a long time to learn that snow is nothing more than frozen rain. Back then, the protozoa also saw snow as useless, just like you do now. It wasn't until later that the use of snow - to provide us with drinking water, as you say, was discovered. So, it's not the fault of the fog, it's just that we haven't figured out the truth yet. The world will tell us the truth when we are ready, and it is not yet time. It always has been. ”

Rybin had his nails trimmed. As he polished, he pondered the captain's words: "I think so, perhaps. But today, the fog doesn't do us much good. Right, sir? ”

"That's true. How's it going? ”

"I don't think it's going to be much better," Rybin shrugged, "and the lookout said he was standing there and couldn't even make out the fangs on his face. ”

Bolick frowned. The boat kept rocking, and it shook harder and harder. This means that their ship may have been affected by the wake of another ship.

Halfway through Rebin's polishing, the captain stood up and said, "Rebin, we'll continue later." ”

Rybin stood up and nodded, "Okay, Captain. ”

Bolick grabbed his father's scepter and walked down the narrow hallway to the outside of the cabin. The Ogatt was named after his father's name, Ogat.

Ogat, the original owner of the scepter, was a noble proto-worm who died in battle with the demonic Bug Legion.

At that time, in order to build the best merchant ship possible, Bollick gave the task of building a ship to the Spirit Worm. The ship's builder, Ryders, was a capable old man.

He had promised Bolick that the corridor would be designed to be "extraordinarily wide" in order to accommodate the wide waistline of the protozoa. Unfortunately, the "extraordinarily large" mind of the dwarfed spirit worm pales in comparison to the size of the proto-worm, so now Captain Bolick has to lean sideways towards the staircase that leads to the deck.

He was climbing up the stairs when he ran into the first mate, Carg. As soon as Carg saw the captain, he stood still. "I was about to go down to you, sir." He laughed, fangs nearly poking the captain in the eye, "I should have thought you felt it, though." ”

Bolick smiled and walked up to the deck. But as soon as he got there, he immediately regretted that he hadn't called Kag down to discuss. The fog on the deck was so thick that it could be split with a sword. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9