The Ratman Servant's eyes widened.
As if he had realized something, he shook his head desperately.
"The boss will butcher me!" he said mournfully.
"And you think we won't butcher you?" Boar Kukri roared.
The Ratman Servant rolled his eyes back in fright, nearly fainting on the spot.
"Kukri!"
Narrow Eyes stopped his cousin's recklessness. Loosening his grip on the Ratman Servant's throat slightly, he said patiently, "Don't worry. As long as you take us around the routes Big Kukri must pass through, the rest will have nothing to do with you, and we won't kill you either—you know who we are and what we're here to do, don't you?"
The Ratman Servant nodded instinctively, then immediately began shaking his head desperately.
"No, I don't know anything. Spare me, my lords, I don't know anything!" he said, his voice thick with tears.
"It doesn't matter. What we're doing isn't something we're afraid of anyone knowing."
Narrow Eyes said, "Big Kukri insulted our ancestral spirits like this. Washing away that shame with his blood is only right and proper. We wouldn't fear saying it aloud, so why would we need to kill you?
"But you should also understand how serious this is. If you keep dragging your feet, crushing a rat in Black Horn City beneath our hooves would be no great matter to warriors from Red Creek Town!
"Besides, your companion is already dead drunk. Looking at him, he won't wake before the cock crows. As long as you don't blab everywhere, who would know that you leaked Big Kukri's whereabouts to us?"
Under his reassurance, the Ratman Servant calmed down somewhat.
"That's right, you won't kill me. You have no reason to kill me."
Comforting himself, he looked pitifully at Boar Kukri and Narrow Eyes, pressed his hands together,