St. Margaret.
First-Class Cabin.
Aaron glanced over the reasonably spacious bedroom and washroom, the walk-in closet, and the guest room prepared for servants, and could not help sighing from the bottom of his heart. "Even ordinary first-class cabins are this luxurious. What must the suites be like? A royal palace?"
He put the decorative drawing board and suitcase into the closet, then lay down on the sofa. Feeling his body cradled by softness, he practically melted into it and let out a satisfied sigh.
"I'll treat this trip as a vacation... Come to think of it, though I was once an earl, there was no need to mention the state of supplies back then. In my previous life, I was just at the bottom rung of society too... The happiness of the rich truly is beyond imagination."
"I'll deal with the rest once I reach South Innis..."
Previously, based on his conversation with Motula, the other party had also provided some intelligence.
For instance—the Keeper of Secrets seemed to have shifted its focus toward the colonies, while the Society for Historical Studies had also developed a force in the mundane world, active in South Innis.
"Besides that, the colonial rebels and the Voodoo cult are also worth watching..."
"Forget it, forget it. I won't think about that yet. Time to hit the bar and have some fun!"
The largest bar aboard the St. Margaret was open only to first-class and second-class passengers.
Aside from the servants of first-class passengers, the second-class cabins were mainly occupied by middle-class people such as doctors, lawyers, and teachers.
As for third-class passengers? In truth, there were many places on this luxurious holiday liner that they simply could not enter.
Long voyages were always unbearably dull.
Thus, places such as bars, swimming pools, and