As they chatted, Elland casually mentioned the White Agate's route, then brought up Bansi: "We were originally supposed to make three port calls before reaching the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, but Bansi Port still hasn't been repaired. After passing Damir Port, we'll head straight for Tiana Port. That's nearly four days at sea, and during that time, I won't see even a trace of land."
"It's a very nice port. There are remnants of elf customs there, as well as some famous local specialties."
The little boy Danton, who was drinking sweet iced tea, immediately chimed in, "I know! Father mentioned it before we set out. He was originally planning to take us there for a meal!"
His older sister Donna nodded as well. "I heard there's a very famous local restaurant. Every tourist who goes there eats at that place."
"What a pity we won't get to eat there this time. I wonder whether the port will be repaired by the next time we pass through."
"What a shame. I rather wanted to see those elf customs for myself."
Klein echoed the sentiment, his gaze instinctively flicking toward Cyril.
Then he noticed that Captain Elland also seemed to be sweeping his gaze over Cyril, intentionally or otherwise, as though observing him and remaining on guard.
Had he recognized him?
That made sense. How could a captain who had been active at sea for so long fail to recognize a wanted criminal with a bounty of tens of thousands of pounds on his head?
Perhaps once the ship docked at Damir Port, the local Mandated Punishers would come aboard to inspect the gas meters.
Or perhaps not. Captain Elland might prefer for him to quietly disembark upon arrival, preserving the tacit understanding that neither side knew the other.
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