"AAAAAH..."
Crouched stealthily below the window, Byron, who rushed into the second floor in a single stride with "Mountain Goat Steps," couldn't help but dig his little finger into his ear.
"So noisy."
The screams emitted by "Magic Mirror" West as the cow dung entered his mouth were even more piercing than when he was stabbed at the root of his thigh. To this extreme germaphobe, cow dung was probably already a high-level psychic attack.
Despicable, utterly despicable!
West had fallen to the ground, on the verge of vomiting out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and gallbladder. Before he could recover, "Eight Fingers," who had volunteered to launch the cow dung attack, brandished a boarding axe. Leading two sailors, he rushed forward and hacked West into a bloody pulp.
While chopping, he cursed, "Bastard, still trying to bully us honest folk!"
The entries for the privateer captain "Magic Mirror" West in the "Sailing Logbook" gradually faded.
His history was over!
