Waiting for Dragon

Fish-Man Island, a tavern in the central residential district.

It was called a tavern, but it was more like a cave remodeled from coral and seashells.

Several rough wooden tables were scattered about, piled with all kinds of Fish-Man Tribe-style decorations.

At that moment, the largest table was a complete mess of empty cups and plates.

Lin Nuo leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach in satisfaction.

"Phew—I'm full, I'm full."

At least five empty plates were piled up in front of him, each one a size larger than normal.

Fish-Man Island's cuisine focused on seafood, and Lin Nuo had lived by the sea in his previous life.

Fresh seafood, sashimi, all kinds of deep-sea fish—

Lin Nuo turned none of it away and swept it all clean.

Ginny held a shell bowl larger than her face and gulped down the seafood soup inside.

Beside her, Brook leaned against the table with a steaming cup of tea before him.

He held the cup in both hands. No expression could be read from his skull, but his posture clearly showed that he was savoring the tea.

Ginny's gaze fell on Brook, and she finally could not hold back the question she had been keeping in for so long.

"Brook," she tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity.

"You're clearly just a skeleton. Why can you still eat?"

Hearing the question, Ivankov leaned over as well and asked curiously, "Yeah, yeah! You don't even have a stomach, right? Where does the food go after you eat it?"

"Doesn't it just leak out through the gaps in your bones?"

As they spoke, the two youngsters craned their necks to look underneath, only to find that the floor was still dry.

Brook set down his teacup and elegantly cleared his throat.