"Charles, long time no see, you've changed so much, I almost didn't recognize you, your place is so big, can I sleep over at your place in the future?"
Tuba was still the same heartless character, his face and body covered in filth as if he had just crawled out of a trash heap, holding a dirty hemp sack with several holes in it.
Judging from the holes, the contents were probably some so-called "treasure."
At that moment, Tuba's expression suddenly changed, and he started shouting, "Not good, they're looking over here again, there are so many of them! They're lying down."
After he finished speaking, Tuba pulled out a half-rotten mouse dripping with corpse fluid from the sack and placed it on his head again.
"They're afraid of disgusting things, they dare not look at me anymore."
Charles was astonished that this guy would actually show up here. As one of the Kings of Sodoma, shouldn't he be staying on that sinful island?