"SHRIEK!"
Amidst a sharp wail, a thick tentacle at least five or six meters long thudded dismally onto the deck of the Golden Deer.
It kept writhing in pain, looking extremely fresh—turned into sashimi, it would surely make the tongue explode with freshness!
Even better, the Dragon Dung Potion hadn't contaminated this part. It could be eaten raw!
"Let's go, secure the Captain's dinner."
First Mate Gus and Sailor Chief Eight Fingers, along with a group of Marines, immediately restrained the tentacle, well aware of their Captain's preference for this delicacy.
Byron's attention, however, wasn't on that.
