Now.
The B-Class Disaster had been dealt with.
That meant he could work on the lower-priority D-Class Side Quest while advancing the main storyline.
As the Chief Player, Su Wen's approach to the game remained very clear.
Meanwhile.
Phyllis had never expected anyone to make such a request.
She hesitated for a moment.
"Those documents aren't particularly important. If you want to see them, sir, that's no problem."
Su Wen looked at the somewhat flustered girl.
Then, addressing the traveler standing by the cruise ship railing with a DSLR camera in his arms, he asked casually:
"Nelson, are you still planning to have dinner?
Paul sent over seafood dishes for two."
"No. The scenery is just too beautiful right now. I want to take a few more pictures."
Hearing that.
Detective shrugged.
"Looks like Mr. Nelson has no time to enjoy the food."
Then, with gentlemanly courtesy, he invited the girl seated across from him:
"As payment for allowing me to examine the materials, have some goose barnacles from the Iberian Peninsula."
An hour later.
The cruise ship arrived at the Samoa Islands earlier than expected.
Yet none of the distinguished passengers aboard had any mood for a celebration.
No one would likely refuse reaching their destination sooner.
In the face of disaster.
Many people only felt they had truly survived after setting foot on the solid ground of this second-largest archipelago in the Pacific Ocean.
Su Wen did not know whether anyone would develop thalassophobia because of it.
At the very least.
None of those mad sailors who dared venture deep into the Lost Sea probably suffered from that condition.
He led Phyllis with the crowd off the cruise ship.
At the port's identity verification checkpoint.
A naval officer stopped him with outrageous arrogance.
"A detective?
I strongly suspect