The scream was piercing and shrill, so unbearable that even Strangle had to retreat for the moment. But as the large red sphere was pried loose, the noise abruptly stopped.
The rustle of waves, the ship's trembling, and the sounds of metal twisting and scraping all vanished at once.
Monark watched the various monsters before him begin to melt like sludge, flowing down through the gaps in the deck. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
He pulled rabbit after rabbit from his pockets, strangled them, and tossed them into the sea as silent tears ran down his face.
Su Ming flew out of the hole he had dug, still holding the large red sphere. He casually patted it. It actually had some bounce to it. He could give it to Wong later.
Monark's three greatest hobbies were smoking, drinking, and trimming his mustache. Wong could dance, and if he learned to play basketball now, then after a few decades, he could find somewhere to learn RAP and make his debut.
"Wong! Where are you?! Get up on deck!" Su Ming shouted.
With a whoosh, a golden ring opened not far from Su Ming, and Wong tumbled out of it in a rather sorry state.
"Human-faced Flowers, so many Human-faced Flowers! Master, my sense of smell is ruined! I'm useless for the rest of my life! Boohoo..." Wong threw himself into Deathstroke's arms and burst into tears, even more heartbroken than Monark, who was still offsetting the cost.
As the Sorcerer Supreme's stewards, the Guardian Tribe had the important duty of cooking for their master. A chef without a sense of smell or taste was useless!
Su Ming sighed. Perhaps Wong would become a qualified wizard in the future, but he was still just a child now.