Inflation

The corner of Hao Xuan's lips cracked into a smile seeing such high-quality tools at his disposal.

"It pays to be useful..." he muttered under his breath.

"Sir?"

Che Yun poked his hide from the side ready to be of service, "Did you need something? Water? Food?" he asked while digging into the toolbag.

"No no, just sit down and relax man," he smacked the boy on his side and leaned back against the comfortably cold cage.

"Y-Yes..."

He had been jumping from one thing to another for so long that Hao Xuan couldn't even remember the last time he took some time for himself.

And given the current circumstances there wasn't much else he could do so why not take a little break?

"Wake me up when we get there, I'm going to rest my eyes."

"Yessir! I can do that sir!"

Che Yun jumped to his feet and stood guard next to Hao Xuan, throwing mean looks at the tired slaves who were barely hanging on by a thread.