Looking at the ship's cabin below the deck, Hill couldn't help but click his tongue.
Creatures like half-succubi indeed have rather debauched thoughts.
The slaves below, regardless of gender, were bound in a peculiar position. Only a few, who were exceptionally good-looking, were probably hung on iron frames with ropes by that half-succubus, out of sheer boredom and a desire to train them.
There were a few elves inside; Hill had just heard a desperate cry from one of them.
Hill wasn't sure if they were half-elves, but as long as he heard the Elvish language, it was enough reason for him to justify launching an attack.
The port's administrator seemed to be running over with his subordinates.
Hill turned around to take a look.
The red-robed merchant, who clearly understood the art of rising and receding as circumstances required, bowed deeply to Hill, who was floating in mid-air: "Honorable Archmage, I wonder if we have the honor of doing something for you."
