Go to the museum or the navy, Cloud Kun, what do you think?

Gu Yulin rattled on like a machine gun, spitting out a whole barrage of words. Including, but not limited to, renting it to the navy as a patrol boat...

Renting it to the navy as a submarine...

Renting it to the navy to transmit messages over long distances, point to point, in emergencies, or to rescue people who had fallen into the water...

Shen Le was completely dumbfounded.

What did you say?

Did you even hear what you were saying?

Renting you out as a submarine—of course, it wasn't about the money—but a wooden sailing ship?

Weren't they afraid that someone would catch sight of it while it was cruising along the seabed, or rising from the surface—

And shout:

"Ghost ship!!!"

Then roll their eyes back, collapse on the spot, and get scared into having a stroke or something—

If they had been chatting in the Studio, Shen Le might have found an excuse to decline on Cloud Kun's behalf.

Unfortunately, they were talking in the flower hall by the lotus pond. Opening the windows gave them a view of the water, while the little wooden ship had stretched itself out with all its might, nearly taking up the entire pond.

Which meant that Cloud Kun had heard every word Gu Yulin and Shen Le said, every last detail.

[As a submarine? Can being a submarine help beat people up?] Cloud Kun asked, thrilled and eager to try. [Can I beat up those bad guys? Can I beat up everyone who bullies us?]

Cold sweat poured down Shen Le's back. Cloud Kun, leaving aside the fact that we should strive to maintain peace and would never take the initiative to start a conflict—

You're a wooden ship. You wouldn't have the advantage in a collision with today's mainstream iron