Although Yu Lian was proud, Captain Nemo still looked deeply troubled. In fact, he was even more worried than he'd been when commanding the Pilgrim through the black-hole-rich Abyss Nebula.
He still felt that, given how things were developing, the news Dr. Eddington had received wouldn't be an isolated case.
Before long, perhaps the first mate's older brother—who'd been laid off for ten years—would become a celebrated workshop director again, the gunnery officer would no longer have to worry about tuition and tutoring fees for his four children, and the boatswain's old home would be demolished, leaving him with an apartment downtown and two storefronts.
Even the men of the Nemo family, back home, might all end up being used by the Dragon King as fertilizer. In fact, when Captain Nemo had heard a few months ago that the big shots in Lonely Night City had been executed by firing squad, he'd found himself itching for a piece of the action.
He didn't dare think about it. The more he did, the more he felt his spirits soaring—no, the more worried he became!
"News like this may become more and more common. If this goes on, everyone's fighting spirit..."
Captain Nemo was still making the same recommendation: for the sake of stability aboard the ship, they should impose some restrictions on news from outside, especially news from Earth.
"You have far too little faith in your comrades. My entire hometown is practically about to be declared a historical monument, and you don't hear me complaining," Yu Lian said with a laugh.
Of course, it was possible the captain had plenty of faith in his comrades. But it was his duty, after all. This ship needed someone to play the part of the paranoid, detestable nag.
It was hard work, and