Emlyn was delighted.
Although Nimrod wasn't a Spectator, he figured that if Emlyn was smiling, he must have been genuinely happy.
Surely it couldn't have been because he was freezing.
He took two steps toward the railing and called out in a normal voice, "Friends over there, would you like to join this hunt too?"
As Nimrod's voice carried into the distance, several sets of footsteps sounded from that direction. A weather-beaten man emerged from the shadows of the cabins and nodded lightly at Gehrman Sparrow, who stood by the railing.
Klein recognized the man who had nodded at him. He was Creevis, the former adventurer Klein had seen on deck earlier, now employed as a bodyguard to protect his employers.
Why have they come here? Did they notice signs of the fishman too?
A thought stirred in Klein's mind. Maintaining Gehrman Sparrow's characteristic cold, sharp demeanor, he took the initiative to ask, "Friend, are you planning to hunt this fishman too?"
Upon hearing this "Gehrman" speak, Creevis remained expressionless. "We borrowed two rifles from the sailors and spent quite a bit of money getting them to promise not to disturb this area for twenty minutes."
His words made his desire to participate in the hunt obvious. Klein, disguised as Gehrman, cast a questioning glance at Nimrod.
Seeing where Gehrman was looking, Creevis naturally understood who was in charge here and turned his gaze in the same direction.
Nimrod nodded lightly. "How about we split the proceeds of this hunt evenly? We've already prepared a way to lure the fishman out, so you won't need to put in any other effort. All you'll have to do is help my companion kill it."
"Of course, although you've spent some money, you probably won't need to act."
"After all, we more or