Mrs. Penelope's words clearly confirmed that she already knew most of the residents on the island.
"If that's the case, then I'm truly grateful," Adrian said.
The very next second, he asked another question.
"Mrs. Penelope, do you think there are any 'beyond saving' trash on this island?"
Mrs. Penelope looked puzzled, unsure what Adrian was trying to say.
"I mean beings like Pirates or Gangster thugs, or people with similar personalities." Adrian gave a brief explanation. "Or perhaps people so unpleasant that even their deaths wouldn't be worth mourning."
"Ohara is extremely peaceful, and there aren't any people here who deserve to die like the ones you mentioned, Adrian," Mrs. Penelope replied.
"Is that so?" Adrian rubbed his chin. "I thought Little Robin's uncle, aunt, and their family were exactly that kind of people!"
"What are you talking about, Adrian?" Mrs. Penelope said with a bitter smile. "Little Robin's uncle and aunt may be somewhat sharp-tongued, but they aren't bad at heart. Besides, they're Little Robin's only relatives, after all."
"All right. I was only joking."
A searching look appeared in Mrs. Penelope's eyes. "Adrian, is something about to happen?"
"Mm. A disaster capable of completely destroying Ohara is about to arrive." Adrian said, "As things stand, the only solution seems to be packing Ohara up and taking it away!"
After briefly explaining the current situation to Mrs. Penelope.
Little Robin, who had finished running an errand, came back panting, her cheeks flushed and sweat beading on her forehead.
"Phew~ I'm back!"
Mrs. Penelope walked over with some concern, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from Robin's forehead. She gently scolded her, "Little Robin, why didn't you walk back more slowly?"
Little Robin stuck out her tongue bashfully, then shot Adrian a triumphant little look.
Adrian smiled