"Stop hiding. Come out."
Blake spoke calmly towards the rocks.
"Huh? Is there anyone else here?"
"Idiot! His Highness said there were people here before he came in!"
Hearing Blake's words, the women all followed his gaze.
Behind the rocks, there was a rustle.
A blonde head quickly retracted, followed by muffled, self-important whispers:
"Is he talking about us?"
Then, Olga shook her small head:
"Impossible! We're so well hidden, we definitely won't be discovered!"
This time, the women, whose attention was already on the direction of the rocks, also heard it.
The others looked at each other, unsure of the situation.
Hancock's eyebrows were already furrowed, ready to go and drag out the speaker.
Blake chuckled, his tone steady yet with an undeniable certainty:
"I'm talking about you, the blonde."
His gaze shifted to the creature beside her, which had buried its head even lower.
"And the one next to you, that creature that's not quite a snake, not quite a dinosaur, and not quite a lizard."
It must be said, Olga's mount, Elizabeth, was truly a unique creature.
Its scientific name was called a Basilisk Lizard.
But in reality, compared to a snake and a lizard, Blake felt it was more like some kind of dinosaur.
And Elizabeth also had a very powerful ability—
It could run on the sea as if on solid ground.
"He...he's said it so clearly, it seems he really has found us!"
Olga's self-important whisper clearly carried out:
"We definitely can't win in a fight..."
"Just now, Anglerfish-sama suddenly vibrated, and they immediately followed..."
"But we can't just sit here and wait to die!"
After some internal struggle, she finally led the lizard named Elizabeth, reluctantly emerging from her hiding place, her face filled with vigilance and unease.
Her appearance was now fully revealed to everyone.
She was a young girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a petite figure.
She had fluffy golden hair that reached her waist, glowing warmly in the faint light within the fish's belly.
She wore an old-fashioned off-white dress, with delicate but slightly worn embroidery on the hem and cuffs, a style popular two hundred years ago.
The other end of the reins she held tightly was tied to the creature called "Elizabeth."
It was indeed as Blake said, not quite a snake, nearly three meters long, covered in dark green scales, its head combining the bluntness of a lizard with the outline of some small dinosaur.
At this moment, a pair of brown vertical pupils darted around uneasily.
"Who—who exactly are you people?"
Olga asked, feigning composure.
Her gaze, however, involuntarily darted towards the group of women behind Blake, all with different styles but equally beautiful.
She was too short to see Dr. Fran, who, upon entering the Anglerfish's body, had immediately started looking around behind everyone.
Her inner thoughts spilled out again:
"Is this guy a human trafficker?!"
The women all covered their mouths and chuckled, and even Stella couldn't help but show an awkward yet polite smile.
Only Mandy, Hancock, and Kalifa, who usually had little expression, didn't take the opportunity to mock her.
Robin couldn't help but quip:
"Oh my... this woman's evaluation of His Highness is surprisingly accurate..."
Blake glared fiercely at his increasingly impudent maids, then turned to Olga, who had accused him, and directly stated his purpose:
"I came for the pure gold."
The words "pure gold" seemed to flip a switch, and Olga's pupils slightly contracted:
"You want the pure gold too?"
She instinctively took half a step back, almost writing "defensive" on her face.
Olga didn't know that Axie was making the pure gold to save her life.
She only knew that the creation of the pure gold had killed many people, including her mother.
So she subconsciously equated Blake with the pirates and treasure hunters who had invaded their island back then.
"I need to find a way to stall them first."
She began to rapidly ponder countermeasures, and her inner monologue once again played out simultaneously:
"As soon as I find an opportunity, I'll take Elizabeth and run to another stomach!"
"The terrain there is more complex, I'm sure I can shake them off!"
She was busy planning her perfect escape in her mind, but her mouth said:
"Oh, so it's for the pure gold... This is a long story..."
Olga cleared her throat, trying to make her expression look sincere, attempting to buy time with a lengthy story:
"First, I need to come up with a decent excuse..."
No sooner had her words fallen than her true intentions uncontrollably slipped out:
"Like, I'm actually a poor maiden trapped here or something..."
Olga hadn't even finished speaking when a burst of uncontrollable laughter erupted from behind Blake.
"Hoh la hoh la hoh la hoh la..."
"She's sabotaging herself!"
Perona pointed at Olga, laughing so hard she was bent over:
"His Highness! She's playing you, His Highness!"
Robin also smiled, saying in her characteristic, slightly teasing tone:
"It seems we don't need to interrogate her; we just need to patiently listen to her finish."
Hancock snorted coldly. Although she found the woman's behavior strange, since it was disrespectful to Blake-sama—
So she unceremoniously reprimanded her:
"Impudent wretch! How dare you harbor deceit in front of Saint Blake-sama?!"
Olga listened to these undisguised comments, watching this group of people completely unaffected by her "lies," her cheeks flushing crimson with shame and anger.
"Hey! You all!"
She was furious and anxious, but the more she tried to explain, the more her inner thoughts couldn't be contained:
"It's all exposed now!"
"What's wrong with these people?! Why do they all look like they've seen right through me!"
"You, with the glasses! What kind of look is that?"
Kalifa pushed up her glasses, calmly analyzing:
"Complete externalization of mental activity."
"This means any tactical deception is impossible for her."
Olga leaned down in despair, whispering to the Basilisk Lizard:
"Elizabeth, get ready. I'll count to three, and we'll charge out!"
"One! Two! Three! Run!"
"Eh eh eh?"
"Elizabeth! Wait a minute! I haven't gotten on yet!"
As her words fell, the Basilisk Lizard suddenly darted out, running wildly.
As it passed Blake, Blake raised his hand and casually grabbed.
Olga, who had been hugging Elizabeth's neck, was lifted into his hand.
A little girl who hadn't grown for over two hundred years was no different from Perona when picked up.
"Alright, stop messing around."
Blake said to Olga, who was still struggling in his hand, then turned to the others behind him:
"Let's go check out the other stomachs."
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