Charles rushed out of the tree and found that his crew was holding at gunpoint the reason behind the mice's urgent cries. The figure wasn't made out of brown jute rope but seemed to be made out of mud. It stood frozen at only a hundred and forty centimeters tall, and a dark honey mushroom the size of a basketball was in its arms.0

"Captain, there's a living person inside that mud. I can smell their blood circulating through their veins," Audric said. He bared his fangs and licked them with his crimson tongue.0

"A living person?" Charles approached the figure and scraped the pitch-black mud off the figure with his Dark Blade. Sure enough, a fair skin appeared underneath.0

"Are you the one living in that hollowed-out tree?" Charles...0