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When they arrived on the deck, all the ragged crew members saluted quickly when they saw the man's figure, while the servants who were still under the crew bent on the ground and dared not look up. This shows the authority of this person in the fleet.

"Sir! The man is there!"

Following the direction pointed by his subordinates, the man looked forward and saw a gray figure walking along the coastline on the coast.

With the eyesight of a man who surpasses ordinary people, he can naturally see the other person's tightly dressed in gray cloth. Generally, he can only hide himself carefully and not want to become a fugitive slave in the sky. He will be so concealed.

"It should be! Go and pull him up!"

Basically, the man who confirmed the other party's identity gave an order. The man who believed that no one was his opponent except for a few people on this plane did not care whether the other party would be a trap, so he ordered people to start taking action.

A small sampan was placed on the large ship, and the two crew members carefully drove it to the beach.

Donald, who was far away on the eastern beach of the 422nd floor of the Abyss, had no idea what happened in the ghoul castle of the White Kingdom. At this time, he was discovering that he was being targeted by a fleet that had been at sea, and the other party sent a sampan to him.

Two ragged male human crew members were shaking the boat, and the other waved the rope in their hands and shouted to themselves: "Hey! New slaves, get on the boat quickly, our great captain is still waiting to see you!"

Donald originally planned to send these two people away, but after hearing the other party's words, he contacted Bachard's explanation and immediately knew the origin of the fleet and knew that the other party regarded himself as a human slave who escaped from the rule of the King of Gnolls.

So I had other thoughts in my mind. I immediately reached out and threw the other party over, intending to trap his rope like a livestock, and jumped onto the sampan.

"Let's go!"

The two crew members who originally wanted to threaten the newcomer's honesty were stunned by Donald's neat skills and unstoppable aura. They drove back to the fleet without saying anything.

After climbing onto the deck, I saw a group of aggressive but ragged mortals watching them. Most of them were humans, only a few other human races, and basically all men, with only a few tough women among them. Obviously, they were not inferior to men and could get such a status.

Obviously, in this environment, ordinary and weak women can only become vassals and even sexual slaves of men. Once they dare to resist, the outcome will be extremely miserable.

"Are you good at it? No wonder you can escape at this time!"

The man in the lead looked at Donald playfully, called out a tall and strong man and pointed at him and said, "Give you a chance to be able to fight my deputy captain with three moves, and I will accept you as the captain of a ship, and control the life and death of a ship!"

Donald didn't say anything, but instead aroused the anger of the deputy captain, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

With golden strength, he is also among the top five in the entire fugitive slave fleet. This is the power he has tempered from the battle of life and death. He believes that even the main world strongman who is one level higher than him is not his opponent. Now he is looked down upon by a newcomer in front of the entire fleet of powerful men. Naturally, he has to teach the other party a lesson.

However, Donald obviously did not take this Golden Sword Saint seriously. He could pass on such strength at will, but he had other purposes for his choice to board this fleet. At this time, the goal was not achieved, so it was not suitable to expose his identity, so he only showed the power of the Silver Mage.

With Donald's experience and means, even if it is one level apart, you can easily defeat an opponent who mainly relies on ** combat power by relying on your best skills.

When he showed the spirit of the Silver Mage and easily played the opponent with a few low-level spells, the highest-ranking man suddenly lit his eyes and shouted: "Stop!"

The deputy captain of the Golden Sword Saint was gasping for breath, staring at Donald like a cow. He wanted to eat him in one bite.

On the contrary, the man in the lead smiled with great interest and said, "It turned out to be a mage? That's great! I'm really surprised that you can escape from the zombie!"

Donald said coldly: "That person who left this plane not long ago and who cannot break through the stupid werewolf guards under his command will deserve to be a slave for the rest of his life!"

The man laughed and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's right! I think you should know my name. I am Unus, the controller of the Curse Throat Fleet. As long as you arrive on my fleet, even if the old jackal comes back, you can't do anything to you! Now I have decided to appoint you as my exclusive mage, with the same status as the deputy captain. From now on, you will live on the main ship and provide spell support to the fleet at any time!"

The existence of mages is extremely scarce among them, such as slaves. After all, with the ability of the king of zombies, it is difficult to capture too many powerful masters in the material plane. Even some of them are firmly under the control of Jenoch and will not fall into the slave camp to work as a coolie, and there will be basically no chance of escaping!

The slave leader who controls the fleet, Unus, obviously has a great understanding of the value of the mage, so he attaches great importance to the silver-level mage disguised by Donald.

With the knowledge and power of the mage, his fleet will grow even more.

"Okay, now let the servant take you to your room for a rest, and hold a banquet tonight to celebrate the safe return and the joining of a wizard!"

As he said that, Unus ordered the servant who looked even more miserable than the official crew to lead Donald down the deck into the cabin.

Obviously, the captain of the Cursed Throat Fleet attaches great importance to the mage Donald, and he arranged a single room for him, although it was full of stains and odors.

In the abyss plane with a harsh environment, it is already a big deal to have such a temporary safe residence. Who has time to care whether it is done cleanly?

Of course, Donald would not let this trouble be stumped. With a wave of his hand, all the stains and smells in the cabin disappeared, and the air inside was as fresh as if he was on the prairie.

This move made the servant stunned, and he was deeply shocked by the power and magic of the mage.

After greedily sucking a few pieces of air in the room, the servant respectfully retreated.

Donald was left alone in the room.

Soon, two hours passed, and the rooms were ringing again, and the servants came to inform Donald that the banquet was about to begin.

"It's almost time!"

Donald said softly, tidied up his cloak, still covering up his face, and then followed the servant to the main cabin. (To be continued!~!
Chapter completed!