Chapter 125
Henry was still calculating the offset of his own g*n. He felt that no matter how he adjusted his aim, his shots always wouldn’t hit the spot he wanted. Perhaps it was because of the goat target. It was really hard to aim at and he could only get a rough mark and it would already be good if he could hit some part of its body. The bullets just didn’t seem to go where Henry wanted them to.
Borkal drove the carriage back and he said that the flipper was already brought to Eriksson’s. Currently, he was baking the flipper by the jetty with Pegg.
“Why would they need to bake it?” asked Claude.
Welikro laughed. “They’re going to dismantle the flipper. Don’t you know that part of the structure is held together by adhesive? They use a mixture of fish glue, animal horns and cow tendo
