Chapter 1808: Subjugating Weibull (4)

Seeing this, Napoleon realized that his words might have been a bit too harsh, and quickly comforted her, "It's my fault, it's my fault. Of course your mother won't abandon you! Your mother loves you the most!"

After hearing Napoleon's apology, Weeble's mood calmed down a little, but he still sat on the deck angrily, looking like he might explode again at any time.

Seeing this, Napoleon thought to himself that something was wrong, fearing that if he was a second slower, Weevil would completely lose control and destroy his ship.

At this moment, the food Napoleon ordered was finally served.

An enticing aroma of barbecue wafted into the air and instantly filled the entire deck.

Wilbur and Napoleon's stomachs made rumbling sounds at the same time, as if protesting their long battle and hunger.

The two had been fighting for a whole day, and their physical strength and energy were extremely exhausted.

Especially Weeble, the wounds on his body were still oozing blood, and the flowing blood could almost gather into a large basin.

Surprisingly, despite being seriously injured, Weibull was still as energetic and lively as a child.

Napoleon couldn't help but feel a little suspicious about him, wondering if this guy had some special bloodline?

Just as Napoleon was thinking, Weibull suddenly stood up quickly like a spring, and then rushed to the dining table with light steps like a gust of wind.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the pain in his body, and his eyes were only focused on the table full of delicious food.

As soon as he arrived at the table, Weibull began to eat without any hesitation, devouring the food as if it was the most delicious food he had ever eaten in his life.

Seeing this, Napoleon slowly walked to the other end of the dining table, picked up a piece of roast meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

At this moment, Weibull suddenly stopped chewing, leaned forward slightly, and stretched one hand straight towards Napoleon.

Holding a piece of freshly grilled meat in my hand, the aroma is everywhere.

"Friends, eat. Weibull is treating friends to food!"

As Weeble spoke, he handed the meat in his hand to Napoleon, with a silly smile on his face and a look of expectation in his eyes, like a child longing for recognition from his friends.

Napoleon obviously did not expect Weibull to do this. He was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Weibull meant.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Okay, I'll eat it!"

Napoleon answered readily, then reached out to take the food handed to him by Weibull, put it in his mouth without hesitation, and began to chew it with big mouthfuls.

When Napoleon took his food without hesitation, Weibull's heart was instantly overwhelmed with joy. A bright smile bloomed on his face, like a child who had received the most precious gift.

Weeble was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He actually jumped up in front of the dining table, as if he had completely forgotten everything around him.

He jumped and shouted happily: "Weeble has a friend. That's great! Weeble has a friend!"

Then, Weibull ran around on the deck like a happy little deer.

He ran around, jumped, and spun in circles, as if the deck were his playground.

Napoleon looked at Weeble in surprise and couldn't help sighing in his heart: "He really has the heart of a child!"

Napoleon was very surprised by Wilbur's innocence and carefreeness.

Weeble was nearly half the height of Napoleon, nearly six meters tall.

Fortunately, Napoleon's ship was spacious enough to accommodate a giant like Weibull running freely on the deck.

After running around on the deck for a while, Weeble finally stopped panting.

He came to Napoleon, his face filled with a happy smile, and asked happily: "Friend, what is your name?"

Napoleon smiled and replied, "My name is Napoleon, Rockefeller Napoleon!"

After hearing this, Weeble immediately introduced himself excitedly: "My name is Weeble, Edward Weeble, the son of the old man with the white beard!"

His tone revealed pride and honor in his father.

After listening to Weibull's introduction, Napoleon raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed a faint smile.

He felt that although Weeble was huge in size, his heart was as innocent and cute as a child.

After Weeble introduced himself, he seemed to have forgotten his previous excitement and started eating again.

He had an amazing appetite and finished all the food on the table in a short while.

Napoleon stared at Weibull closely, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the other's body and see through all the secrets. It didn't take long for him to find some clues.

Napoleon was surprised to find that Weibull had the ability to restore life!

This ability is usually possessed by very few people, but Weibull was able to use it so skillfully.

After Weeble wolfed down a large amount of food, the hideous scars on his body began to heal at an astonishing speed.

The wounds healed quickly in a short time as if cast by magic, and even the scars gradually disappeared.

At this rate, Napoleon estimated that it would only take an hour for the wounds on Weeble's body to heal completely.

However, he knew very well that the healing of the wound did not mean that the injury was healed.

Some internal damage cannot be easily recovered by relying solely on the ability to restore life.

Even with a strong physique like Napoleon, if there is enough food, the wound can heal in less than an hour.

However, injuries inside the body require a long period of rest to fully recover.

This is like a building that looks bright and beautiful on the outside, but its internal structure may be crumbling and needs careful repair to restore its stability.

Napoleon himself had suffered greatly from this and he knew the seriousness of this internal injury.

If not given enough time and care, these hidden injuries will remain dormant in the body and may cause more serious problems at any time.

After taking a few bites of food, Napoleon stopped what he was doing and pushed the remaining food in front of Weibull.

Seeing this, Weeble showed a puzzled expression on his face. He looked at Napoleon in confusion, as if he didn't understand why the other party stopped eating.

"Friend, eat more, so your injury will heal faster!"

Weibull said sincerely.

"No, I'm full!"

Napoleon said lightly, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

"That's it!"

Weibull responded casually and continued to work hard, seemingly not affected by Napoleon at all.

Seeing this, Napoleon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.