At this moment, not far from the Mist Belt, the Moonlight Tu Bird was sailing forward slowly.
On the deck of the Moonlight Tu Bird stood a black bearskin high-backed captain's chair that utterly clashed with the surrounding rough-and-hewn style.
Sanders, dressed in a black gentleman's formal suit, sat in the captain's chair with his right ankle resting on his left knee, revealing a pair of gleaming leather shoes.
"Were the crewmen who carried that chair over blind and muddleheaded? Didn't they see this old man standing here? They actually gave the chair to a young, strong fellow like you first." Kant stood opposite Sanders, his face full of indignation as he puffed his two long whiskers skyward.
"They meant well by bringing over the chair. There had to be a first come, first served, didn't there? Aren't they still carrying more over now?" Nis said. "Still, I don't understand. Why aren't you staying properly in your cabins? Why come out onto the deck to catch the cold wind?"
"What business is it of yours?" Kant shot Nis a glare, then leaned close to Sanders again. "Even if it is first come, first served, I should have been first. Young people these days have no respect for the elderly."
Sanders gave Kant an indifferent look. "You have been discussing such a trivial matter for this long. It seems your injuries must have healed?"
If Kant truly wanted a chair, he could conjure an even more luxurious one with a wave of his hand. Therefore, Sanders assumed they could only be discussing this topic because they had nothing better to do.
Kant said, "Leaving aside everything else, my heartache has not healed."
"Heartache?" Sanders raised a brow. "What, did Kimberly come looking for you?"
Kant's expression stiffened instantly. "Why bring her