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The treasure ship's deck gleamed with shifting light.

River Otter pressed its chest to the ground and picked up the scent again.

Ta Ta Kai tucked a little booklet under its arm and patrolled back and forth, while Fat Catfish knocked and hammered at the ship's bottom.

The cabins had not yet been fully repaired, but the hull had been patched, and the mast rejoined. They could continue sailing.

After this ordeal, Liang Qu only wanted to return to his own stronghold as soon as possible.

"Three crates are missing. None of the important letters are gone—they were all kept in the hidden compartment, and they didn't get wet," Xiang ChangSong said.

"The icehouse was punched straight through. All the beef and mutton soaked in water. Don't know if they can still be eaten."

"They'll be fine after a wash. It wasn't floodwater, and the river's clean. Back in Ping Yang Town, plenty of people washed their vegetables by the river."

"So not much was lost."

"Not necessarily lost." Liang Qu shook its head. "A Fei and the others also went looking for the crates, but found nothing. Gray Wind may have dissolved them on the spot."

The bulging letters, pills, and the like were all valuables and could not be treated carelessly.

Thus, Liang Qu had stored them separately in the hidden compartment of the Quiet Room beforehand. When the ship sank, not one was lost. The compartment's seal had even held up well, so nothing had soaked in water.

The three missing crates mostly contained clothes, purses, and daily necessities. The sentiment outweighed the value; if they truly were lost, there was nothing to be done.

The losses were not great.

"Many thanks to Prefect Deng for taking such thoughtful care of us."

"Lord Liang is too courteous.