After "punishing" Danitz with a few words, Edwina led the two of them through a dim corridor and up a stairway to the second deck.
Compared with an ordinary sailing warship, the Golden Dream resembled the ironclads Angel had seen in history books. Its midsection and stern had superstructures taller than the main guns. Although this prevented the supposedly immensely powerful main guns, as Danitz had described them, from firing backward, it provided better visibility...
And a better quality of life.
The second deck was more spacious and tidy. Every room had wide-open portholes. As they passed a room with its door half-open, Angel casually glanced inside and was immediately drawn to the room, which had been arranged like an exhibition hall.
"This is our collection room. It holds the gains from this ship's past adventures and treasure hunts. Some of them have unclear significance and still await research, but most are simply souvenirs."
Edwina took the initiative to explain, pushing the door open to give them a clearer view.
"Research?"
Klein asked. His indifferent gaze swept inward, his expression unchanged, but Angel noticed that his eyes lingered on each "exhibit" for a long time.
"Can we go in and take a look?"
She asked the owner of the place, the Iceberg Admiral.
After receiving permission, Angel was the first to step into the spacious, brightly lit room, with Klein following close behind.
At the center of the room, resting atop a wooden table, was an enormous black iron key as large as a ship's wheel.
The Key of Death?
Remembering what Danitz had said earlier about the real reason the Admiral of Blood had targeted him, Angel made a guess.
"That is why Senior has repeatedly caused trouble for my crew," Edwina's voice came from behind her, confirming her