"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"That's fine. I'll help you remember." Mogu gave a faint smile, the corners of his mouth splitting wide to reveal rows of terrifyingly sharp, dense teeth.
"So they were the ones watching us?" Qin Ziwen approached from the side, a smile on his face as he looked at Mogu.
"Judging by their appearance, they look a bit like Fishmen." Mogu held up the small dwarf in his hand.
In his grip, the two small dwarves seemed to have given up all resistance. Their hands lay flat at their sides, their faces etched with misery.
Qin Ziwen moved the torch closer.
Under the torchlight, he saw that the small dwarf before him had faint, fine white scales behind its ears. The webbing between its fingers and toes also had a structure similar to that of a Fishman.
Mogu hadn't been wrong. These small dwarves really were Fishmen.
A subspecies of Fishman, to be precise.
"I'll never talk. You can forget about it," the dwarf on the left said coldly.
