The red moon was hanging high in the sky. Klein walked over to Donna and Denton and squatted down.

Cleves' female companion Cecil visibly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the rifle on the deck, half-bent over, and quickly walked in another direction, still about ten meters away from the pepper-sprinkled pig and cow entrails.

"Uncle, is it about to start..." Donna, a girl with playful freckles, suddenly felt a little nervous, but her face was full of curiosity and anticipation.

Klein raised his left index finger and placed it in front of his mouth, signaling the two underage kids to keep quiet.

At times like this, he couldn't help but thank Roselle. It was because of the efforts of this senior time traveler that some of his habitual gestures became the common body language of the Northern Continent, avoiding misunderstandings.

I heard that in the early Fifth Epoch, the gesture of "Don't talk" meant insult in Loen, but in some places in the southern continent, it meant "kiss me"... Klein's thoughts were a little scattered for a moment.

Donna and Denton didn't dare to speak again. They squatted there quietly, watching Cleves intently as he prepared for the battle.

The former adventurer picked up a boom and threw a silk line with a portion of pig and cow entrails hanging on it over the side of the ship.

With a plop, the bait entered the water.

Cleves calmly scattered the remaining internal organs, holding his weapon, and retreated step by step, hiding in the shadow opposite Cecil. The two of them formed an angle of about 60 degrees with the side of the ship with the boom.

After adjusting his weapons such as the trident, he raised his rifle and tried the feel of aiming.

The deck fell completely silent, with only the roar of the steam engine and the sound of waves hitting the ship.

As time passed, Donna and Denton could not help but change from squatting to sitting, leaning their backs against the cabin wood to relieve the numbness in their legs.

Just then, they saw the boom on the side of the ship sink.

The muffled friction sound quickly rose upwards, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, a figure jumped onto the deck.

It was a monster bathed in crimson moonlight, its entire body covered with dark green scales and flowing with bluish mucus.

It doesn't have much in common with humans. It's like a giant fish with strong limbs and obvious webbed feet in the gaps between its hands and feet.

The fishman was over 1.9 meters tall, with round eyes and gills on his cheeks. He looked like a monster in the legend. Donna covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from screaming instinctively.

At the same time, she also covered her brother Denton's mouth.

Good awareness... Klein chuckled and examined the fishman carefully.

Unlike the out-of-control "sailor" he had seen before, the real fishman did not have a human-like brain and was a pure monster.

The fishman looked around with a slight vigilance, then squatted down, picked up the pig and cow organs scattered on the ground, and quickly stuffed them into his mouth, making a clear chewing sound.

The spirit in its eyes, which were mainly white, gradually became blurred, as if it had fallen into a dream.

Not very smart... Klein shook his head and made his judgment.

Bang!

Cleves pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out of the rifle, instantly hitting the fishman's chest and abdomen, shattering his scales and splattering blood and flesh.

“Wow!” The fishman cried out like a baby, stretched out his hands, and pounced on Cleves in the shadows, as fast as a steam train.

At this time, Cecil in another position also opened fire.

Bang!

The rifle bullet hit the fishman's side, causing many fragments to scatter and the tall figure to stagger.

The fishman who had eaten the peppercorns became visibly sluggish. It stopped there, not knowing which direction to deal with the enemy first.

This gave Cleves and Cecil the opportunity to calmly load their guns.

They took aim again and pulled the trigger one after the other.

Bang! Bang!

Two blood flowers bloomed one after another, and the pain made the fishman's eyes clear again.

It dodged the subsequent shots by tumbling and leaping, and approached Cleves as if it had not been injured.

Cleves methodically put down the rifle in his hand and picked up the triangular bayonet leaning against the side.

Instead of dodging, he advanced, leaped forward, and rolled to the side of the fishman. The three-edged spear in his hand pierced fiercely and accurately into the broken scales on the prey's flank.

The fishman suddenly spun around, creating a gust of wind that threw the triangular spike and Cleves out together, causing the former adventurer to fall to the deck with a thud.

The fishman shook his head, as if he felt a strong discomfort in his body. He stopped attacking Cleves and Cecil, took big steps, ran towards the side of the ship, and tried to jump into the sea.

Bang!

Cecil's bullet hit it again, creating blood-colored flowers, but it still did not make it unable to move.

With two steps, the fishman ran to the right place, bent his knees, and was about to jump up.

However, its body went limp and it was unable to exert force successfully. It was obviously not enough to jump out, so it could only fall on the inside of the ship's side.

Bang!

The murloc endured the damage from the rifle and tried to climb over the side of the ship.

Seeing that it was about to escape, Klein took out his revolver.

At this moment, a loud bang came from another direction!

The fishman's left eye immediately turned into a bloody hole, through which one could vaguely see the pale gelatinous substance wriggling inside.

It was not dead yet. It was lying in the cabin, trying hard to crawl and stand up again.

After a few seconds, the poison erupted and it convulsed and died completely.

Klein looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man walking out of the shadows on the other side leading to the cabin.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark red thick coat, white loose trousers, and a boat-shaped hat, which was standard in that era.

In his hand he held an iron pistol that was outdated and had white smoke coming out of its thick, dark muzzle.

Klein had heard the waiter introduce this man before and knew that he was the captain of the White Agate, Ireland Kag.

With obvious wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, forehead, and mouth, Ellan walked towards Cleves and smiled slightly.

“As a captain, I have to make sure nothing unexpected happens.

"Please forgive me for watching from the sidelines."

Cleves had already stood up, showing no emotion:

“This is your ship.

"You are entitled to a share of the spoils, as is customary."

Ellan glanced at Klein and the others and said with a smile:

“The next time you will be replenished with clean water and food will be in two days, and you will have to find a way to preserve the fishman’s body.

"How about this, sell it to me at a lower price, and the difference will be the compensation I deserve."

“This is the best way.” Cleves and Cecil exchanged glances and agreed to Ireland’s request. “It’s only 130 pounds, and the whole thing is yours.”

The market price of the extraordinary materials on the fish-man is between 150 and 200 pounds. Considering the other spiritual parts, 130 pounds is indeed very cheap... However, Cleves and the others can only do this. This is Ireland's ship, and he has a large group of armed sailors and crew members to help him. If the negotiations really fail, he can sink everyone present into the sea in a matter of minutes... Of course, the premise is that I don't get involved... Well, it can be seen that Cleves and Cecil are not extraordinary people, at least not extraordinary people in the field of fighting and shooting. Ireland is a little suspicious... Klein stood up and listened to the transaction.

"No, you seem to have misunderstood something. I'm not threatening you. 150 pounds is a fair price." Ireland Kag called a sailor and gave him the key to the safe.

"You are 'Just Ireland'?" Cecil seemed to have just remembered the other party's nickname at sea.

Ellan laughed and said:

"Yes."

At this time, Donna and Denton, who were stunned by the previous fierce battle and the living monster, jumped up, ran over excitedly and fearfully, and approached the fishman's body.

"Is it, is it really dead?" Donna kicked the fishman's body with her toes, then jumped away as if she was afraid that he would be resurrected, and hid behind her brother.

"It's really a monster!" Denton took a breath and said with his eyes wide open.

"There are many monsters in the sea. In fact, they should not be called mermen. Apart from having four limbs and being able to stand, they have nothing in common with humans. I prefer to call them fish monsters." Ellan smiled gently.

He then squatted down, took out a small knife, and cut open the fishman's cheek below the eyes, revealing the tender white flesh stained with a little red.

"The most delicious part of a murloc, suitable for eating raw." Ellan carefully cut off a slice and handed it to Donna. "You remind me of my daughter. Unfortunately, she has grown up and has her own family."

"I, I don't dare to eat it..." Donna said, looking at the thin slice of meat poking at the tip of the dagger.

"Haha, who of you wants to try it?" Ireland looked around with a smile.

After confirming that his spiritual intuition did not give any warning, Klein nodded:

"I'm curious."

Ellan immediately handed him the dagger:

“Try it. On land, even nobles may not have the opportunity to eat it.

"This is not a fish-man, this is a fish monster, which can be understood as a mutated fish."

He was trying to allay the brother and sister's fears.

Klein wanted to ask if there were any condiments like mustard or soy sauce, but when the other party didn't mention it, he didn't dare to ask, for fear of appearing ignorant.

He took the dagger, bit the bloody piece of tender meat, and swallowed it into his mouth.

It was a melt-in-your-mouth feeling, with a light smell of blood and just the right amount of saltiness, which perfectly set off the delicious sweetness of the meat.

Klein chewed it twice and felt that the fish meat was so tender and delicious that he had never seen it before.

"Very good." He gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Donna watched the whole process curiously and suddenly became very interested in the flesh under the fishman's eyes.

This overwhelmed her fear and nausea, so she came up with the idea of ​​trying it.

Ireland complied with her request and smiled as he watched her bite the piece of meat with her eyes closed and her face wrinkled.

Donna's expression gradually relaxed, and soon she opened her eyes and praised excitedly:

“Indescribably delicious!”

With her encouragement, Denton, Cecil and others shared the limited amount of cheek meat, and felt satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time. They were satisfied with the taste but unsatisfied with the quantity.

Cleves saw Ellan eat the last piece and pointed at the fishman’s body and said:

"The ribs are good for frying, the belly is good for grilling, but the other parts are terrible."

"It's my idea." Ai'erlan laughed. "I'll ask the chef to make it right away. It's a very pleasant night to enjoy delicious food, taste fine wine, and exchange legends on the sea together."

I’m really looking forward to it… But why did a good hunting activity turn into a food exchange event… Klein swallowed his saliva.

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