Thirsty, weak, not a single skin on the surface of the body, no organ in the body that is not wailing and crying. Fioni once felt that the Kraken was a more evolved race than humans, because the time humans survive in the sea is not proportional to the time that the Kraken can survive in the air, and you must know that even the most proficient diver can hold their breath underwater for ten minutes without the help of tools or magic. As for the Krakens, it is no exaggeration to say that as long as they can still bathe their bodies in the sea regularly, they can survive on land without any obstacles until the end of their life. Although this behavior means that none of the bodily functions they have evolved to adapt to the marine environment can function as well as they should.

But now he doesn't think so, this ability to live on land is a curse in the eyes of the Kraken. Fioni begged his guards to kill him more than once during the more than a month he was imprisoned, and he could not bear the torture, the pain that spread from the epidermis and the inside at the same time, like a thousand cuts. But how could he, as a precious cargo, die? A basin of seawater every day could not relieve him from pain, but it could keep him alive. If there was a Kraken Hell in this world, it would be like this.

Time had lost its meaning in Fioni's senses, every moment of his struggle in pain seemed like eternity, and the alternation of the sun and moon he had experienced was as short as a moment and could not be understood. At first, the Kraken had a lot of ideas in his head, and he knew and was sure that Lothar would not give up on himself, and even planned to escape from the prison of the slave trader on his own initiative. Gradually, however, Fioni's mind was devoid of anything but pain, and at some point, even physical pain moved away from him.

Maybe he's dead, Fioni thought more than once. But what no one expected was that as he entered this state of infinite proximity to death and madness, many things became clear in the Kraken's mind, and he finally had time to put aside all his affairs and think carefully about his past life and the words and visions that he did not understand or understand at that time. At the same time, his flesh was constantly changing, and the two wounds on his back that should have grown from his arms, because of the malnutrition, had become two bones protruding from his back wrapped in a thin layer of flesh, and the original golden scales were dull and began to fall, and under those falling scales, the dark brown skin thickened and became tough in the rancid air.

When the long-lost light brought back the Siren's senses, he was surprised to find that his body was no longer so painful, and although he was miserable from the outside, he was actually in much better shape than he looked. "Are you sure this thing is still alive?" a never-before-heard voice sounded not far from Fioni. "Of course, don't you see that his chest is still heaving, let me tell you, these krakens are very hard. Don't look at it like this, you let him out into the sea for a few days, and immediately he will be alive again. The voice he recognized was that of a slave trader who had imprisoned him. "That's not good, you have to be cheaper, how do I know if what you said is true or false, if I buy it back, he will die, and my employer will not let me go." "You cat is just too cautious, so let's do it, Havedan gave him back the weapon when he handed the fishman to me, and I'll give it to you." ”......

The sound of the iron cage being moved, the sound of the chains being untied, and the kraken's legs and feet were weak and unable to walk because of a period of inactivity. Fortunately, the Bobcat had already prepared a carriage, put Fioni in the straw-lined carriage and headed all the way to the agreed place with Lothar. The carriage was heading towards the southwest, which was a rather peculiar area in the Bay of Lost Hearts, and in short, the people who would live in the southwest had some ability.

Although the witches ruled Heartbreaker Bay, they did not restrict other spellcasters from entering it, at least not on the surface. Therefore, there are still many so-called "wizards" in the Bay of Lost Hearts, whether true or not, some of these people are just entertainers and liars, but there are many people who worship certain gods or really have magic. Over time, the southwestern part of Heartless Bay became a gathering place for these people, and there was very little trouble in this area, for it was said that the mere step into this low thatched hut would lead to an unclean curse. As for whether this curse really exists, then I'm afraid no one can say clearly. Because of this, many merchants and captains like to hide their secrets in this area, which also makes the atmosphere even more eerie.

Ever since the carriage left the main road and drove into the alley, the bobcat could feel a large number of eyes watching him from all directions. This made the intelligence dealer quite nervous, but thinking of the place where the sailor named Tarantula was going to deliver the goods by himself, he was a little more confident, and the background behind the people who could live in that place was definitely not small. Soon, the carriage was in the deepest and outermost part of the city, and the sound of waves crashing against the reef could be heard in the distance. A building that is out of place with a thatched hut towers over a raised rock. Although no one has ever confirmed it, most people who know anything about Heartless Bay believe that it is the private property of a witch. Because only a witch could have the power to rebuild such a building in such a short period of time.

This is a good guess, and not so long ago it was Kuira's private property. Now, it still nominally does, except that this Kuyla is no longer the same person she used to be. So when Sach opened the door to greet the lynx, there was no surprise either. "Kid? and, he's still sick. The bobcat made this judgment at the first sight of Sahe, who was wearing acceptable clothes, but the terrible scars left by the sea plague were still all over the right side of the child's body. At the same time, an eyepatch covered his right eye, and judging from the faint blood oozing from under the blindfold, the child's purpose in wearing the blindfold was by no means to adapt to the intertwined light and dark environment.

"Lynx?" Sach looked up at the man in the carriage without fear, he had heard the name from Lothar.

"It's me. So, are you?" the lynx did not despise Sech because of his appearance, and his instincts told him that the child was dangerous. Especially the obscured right eye, he always felt that there was another gaze staring at him through the leather under the blindfold. It's like a beast looking at its prey.

"I'm an orphan taken in by my master here. Also a friend of Mr. Tarantula. Now that both of them are here, they want you to come with me to meet them. ”

"Well, that's all I had to do with tarantulas. I think I'll do it again next time—" The lynx stopped in the middle of speaking, as his throat suddenly tightened for some reason, as if it was firmly grasped by an invisible hand.

"No, he can't die yet. Sach said, and the intelligence trafficker's throat lightened. The shadow that had been around the lynx's neck at some point disappeared with the boy's soft drink.

"Well, I think you've managed to change my mind, lad. ”