"I remember Hol Horse likes this sort of thing, right?"
As he spoke, Fang Mo suddenly turned to glance at Hol Horse, who was climbing onto the boat.
"Me?"
Hol Horse was clearly dumbfounded. He then looked at High Priestess's Main Body, which was still smoking in the distance, and shook his head like a rattle. "I only like them a little more done than this. You... she's completely charred, okay?"
"What's wrong with being charred?"
Fang Mo questioned him righteously. "Being charred just means her skin is a little darker... You dare discriminate against Black people?"
"?"
The corner of Hol Horse's eye twitched, and he could not help firing back. "Then you do it if you're so capable?"
"No, she's too old."
Fang Mo had only been joking to begin with, so he naturally shook his head.
"How is she old?"
To his surprise, Hol Horse added another jab. "Too meaty?"
"You..."
"Enough! No more Hell Jokes!"
Before Fang Mo could say anything else, Jotaro Kujo shouted impatiently, "This is stupid. Get on the boat first!"
"You're just too young right now. One day, sooner or later, you'll laugh too."
Fang Mo was in a good mood now, so he did not argue with Jotaro Kujo. He merely pulled out a wool carpet from behind him, casually wrapped up High Priestess's Main Body, and threw it into the sea.
"Hey, hey, why did you throw her away too?"
Joseph, who had just climbed aboard, could not help asking when he saw this.
"?"
Fang Mo looked at him strangely. "Why would I keep her if I wasn't going to throw her away?"
"Uh, what I mean is..."
Joseph's expression was somewhat complicated, as though there was pity in it, or something else. "She was still a lady, after