"Char, long time no see! You've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you! Your house is huge—can I sleep at your place in the future?"
Tuba still looked as carefree as ever. His face and clothes were filthy, as if he'd just crawled out of a garbage heap, and he was carrying a dirty burlap sack riddled with holes. Judging by the holes, it was likely stuffed with his so-called 'treasures.'
Right then, Tuba's expression suddenly shifted again, and he started hollering, "Oh no! They're looking over again—there are so many of them! They're lying down!"
With that, Tuba pulled a half-rotten rat dripping with corpse fluid from his bag and placed it on top of his head again.
"They're disgusted; they don't dare look at me anymore."
Charles was genuinely surprised that this man would show up here. As one of the Kings of Sodoma, shouldn't he still be on that Sin Island?
Faced with Charles's question, Tuba clutched his stomach and put on a pitiful expression.
