"Mr. Bekes, do you not plan to leave that sea territory?" Hill asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Every Magical Beast has its own territory," Bekes said, somewhat annoyed. "I'm still just a little turtle. Entering the Deep Sea, I either have to take refuge with a senior member of my tribe or shrink in a small place, unable to move at all.
In the shallow sea, my territory hasn't even reached Cortez yet!"
"What about that octopus from a while back?"
"The territories in the sea are different: the shores are mine, a bit deeper, the upper layer is mine, the lower layer is his.
He was too stupid; I thought being neighbours for many years, I could persuade him to be honest, but he insisted that I wanted it all for myself."
Hill could only smile helplessly.
"This conch shell can only communicate for half an hour at a time. I'll keep it short.
Hill, can you think of a way to stop the Undead Tribe from harassing me?"
