It was a hand with webbed fingers, sharp nails, and green scales.
Upon seeing who it was, Mag instantly stood up, speaking to the newcomer with great tension: "Good afternoon, Director Deep!"
As a former crew member who had risked his life with the Governor of Hope Island, Deep held a transcendent identity.
Maya knew that the person in front of her could decide her fate with a single word; this was a big shot.
"Deep, is there something you need?" Lily put down her fork and gave the merfolk in front of her a sweet smile.
Although the person in front of her wasn't the Tubba she knew, when she looked at that familiar fish face, Lily always felt an unspeakable sense of closeness.
"Ahem, the first mate is looking for you." Deep replied stiffly, then turned and left immediately.
"Looking for me? What for? Hey Deep, don't go!"
Inside the Governor's Mansion, Bandage was sitting behind the desk, handling all the affairs of the island,
