Five days later.
Standing atop the hill on Crab Island, Oliver gazed at the red dot dancing in his view. For the past few days, it had been steadily consuming the food he prepared.
A sly smirk spread across Oliver's face. He was almost sure it was hooked on his cooking.
The proof?
Yesterday, no more dragon meat or silver crab went missing.
"Heh heh heh…" An evil laugh slithered from his lips.
Oliver was sure they were close to scamming—no, taming the beast.
"Next, we pose as kind gentlemen and reveal we can see it," Oliver muttered.
"Are you sure?" Root asked from the side. "I think we should wait."
"Why?"
"We might scare it if we abruptly—"
"It's not abrupt," Oliver interjected, a hint of impatience in his voice. "We've been feeding it for over a week."
"Would it even know that?"
