Tiger collapsed on the table instantly.
What could be more outrageous than coming back from the dead?
The weather outside was warm, but Tiger now felt like he had arrived in Iceland.
Everything around was emitting a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.
Redfield, the Golden Lion, and Roger, who came back from the dead.
I actually had dinner with such a horrible person. If I tell others this, I guess no one will believe it.
Tiger ate his vegetables mechanically, not daring to raise his eyes.
When the Golden Lion saw that Finn had no other instructions, he was about to leave when Finn's voice came from beside him.
"Little lion, Kaido performed well today; remember to give him an extra portion of fish."
"Okay, boss."
The Golden Lion responded respectfully, envying Kaido in his heart, but he felt relieved when he thought that he was still a human being after all.
As the Golden Lion turned and left, a bang on the table drew Finn's attention back.
It turned out that Tiger's fork fell on the table.
"What's wrong? Don't you murlocs use forks very often?"
"Tiger?" Finn shouted again when he saw that the other party did not respond.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay; I was careless." Tiger quickly came back to his senses, but his hand could no longer hold the fork steadily.
Kaido? Could it be that Kaido? Is this guy not even qualified to enter the house?
No, I can't stay here any longer; otherwise, I will be scared to death if not killed.
Tiger finished his lunch in fear and trepidation, and the Golden Lion was already waiting outside.
When Finn finished eating, Golden Lion began to clear the table skillfully. Tiger was confused by his professionalism.
"Boss Finn, thank you very much for your hospitality. If there are no further instructions, I'm about to leave."
Tiger imitated the Golden Lion and bowed politely at a ninety-degree angle, eager to leave.
"So urgent? Well, I won't keep you if you have something to do. It's just a small matter; I hope you can help with it."
Ask me to help? Tiger was shocked.
Any big guy on this island can kill countless of me in seconds. With such a big guy around, what else can I help you with?
Although he had doubts in his heart, Tiger, as a merman, did not hesitate when faced with a good person like Finn who did not discriminate against mermen.
He clenched his right fist and patted his strong chest.
"Boss Finn, you said that Tiger would never give up even if he died."
"Death? It shouldn't be that troublesome." Finn pointed to the yard behind him and continued.
"As you can see, I want to open a farm here, but because this island moves around from time to time, it's hard to have a stable flow of customers. So I want you to promote it everywhere so that I can make some money."
make money?
Tiger seemed to have heard some fairy tale.
Not to mention how rich the Golden Lion and Redfield are, who are already the kings of the sea.
but.
Boss, there is a pirate king on your island.
The Pirate King Roger, who claimed to have reached Laugh Tale and obtained the legendary great treasure, One Piece.
Do you still want to open a farmyard to make money?
If it really doesn't work, take these three with you to rob the navy and the Celestial Dragons.
Although Tiger's heart was churning, his face was still respectful.
I don't understand what the boss is thinking, but it's still possible to do something like publicity.
I just don't know if the visitors will still have the heart to eat here when they see those people.
Tiger gladly agreed to Finn's request and ran quickly to the coast.
He needs to leave here quickly.
A moment later, a splash sound was heard from the sea.
As a fishman, Tiger is much faster in water than on land.
He swam aimlessly, just wanting to get away from the island.
When he slowly stopped, the direction of Peace Island was already shrouded in fog.
As the sun set, Tiger stopped and looked back. In the mist there seemed to be a huge monster that could swallow up the enemy at any time.
"…"
The unknown sea was shrouded in deep fog, and black rain was falling from the sky.
Even sunlight has a hard time penetrating the fog.
There is only one island that is an exception here.
No matter how windy and rainy it was outside and how thick the fog was, the sky above Peace Island was still sunny.
Finn has long been accustomed to such situations.
In a different world, it's normal for some abnormal things to happen.
Life on the island was as peaceful as usual.
Finn lay on the observation deck and looked into the distance as if he had long been accustomed to it.
"Alas, it's been three months. Has this island fallen in love with this place and won't leave?"
After complaining twice, Finn jumped down from the high observation tower.
Such a situation was something Finn had never dared to imagine before.
If Finn hadn't fallen down while sleeping on the observation deck last time, he would still not have known that his body was so strong.
If it were in the original world, becoming a top athlete would definitely not be a problem.
Holding a fishing rod, Finn sat on the rocks by the sea and started his new hobby.
Although the fish he caught each time were not big, the sense of accomplishment still gave him a little happiness when he was bored.
Holding his chin, Finn held the fishing rod and waited in a daze for the fish to bite.
Time is meaningless here. Faintly, Finn was awakened by a wonderful singing voice.
"Sing?"
"Anyone?"
Knowing that someone was coming, Finn instantly perked up and looked into the darkness ahead. He saw a huge ship slowly approaching Peace Island.
"Is there really someone there? Hahaha." Finn put away his fishing rod and jumped for joy.
He waved his hands vigorously, trying to attract the attention of the people on the boat.
As the ship gradually became clear, Finn looked at the ship in front of him with some disappointment. The ship had several large holes in it.
"Alas, they are another poor family. They probably don't have many people and don't have much money. They can sing, so they must be performing arts on the sea."
Finn cheered up and prepared to entertain this group of guests based on the principle that even shrimp are meat.
If that doesn't work, you can ask them to help promote it. Street performers should come into contact with a lot of people.
The singing was getting closer and closer, and Finn leaned his head to look at the boat.
I saw a skull wearing a suit, holding a shining guitar in his hand, dancing and singing hard.
"Skulls, skeletons, oh my god, singing skeletons."
Finn was not surprised at all but instead looked excited.
If this guy is collected and used as a resident singer in a farmhouse, it will definitely attract a lot of people.
"Come, come, stop here. There's a big seat here."
Finn's voice attracted the attention of the skeleton on the deck.
Looking at Finn's waving hands, the skeleton performed even harder, and his loud singing seemed to dispel the gloomy fog.
"My fans, please wait for me."
When the last sound fell, the skeleton put away the guitar in his hand, jumped up and landed lightly beside Finn.
He placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Skull Tribe singer Roelco, it's nice to meet you, my fan friend."
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