After hesitating for a moment, Deep opened his mouth and shouted, "Father. We understand your concern for us, but we have the same feelings for you! If you hadn't picked me up from the street back then, I would have starved to death a long time ago! I'm willing to give everything for your pursuit!"
Charles' pupils slightly contracted, and he looked up at the Merfolk in front of him. This was the first time he was called father.
At this moment, the other crew members slowly gathered around, forming a circle with Charles in the center.
Charles raised his head and looked at their eyes, those familiar eyes looking at him.
"Mr. Charles, Deep is right. You helped me find my home, and you resurrected me, bringing me here to assist you. I'm very capable."
"I rarely say thank you, but when the holy people wanted to use me as cannon fodder, you saved me. I owe you this."
