Ten minutes later, Morel closed the meeting room door.
Gela Jiang set half a bottle of water by the table. Milluki sat beside Bai Zhu with his game console in his arms. Piyu arrived last, clutching her phone as she typed out some unknown message, the rabbit-ear decoration on her head tilted to the left.
"What kind of decent person holds a meeting in the middle of the night? If I don't get enough rest, who's making breakfast for you tomorrow?"
Piyu pulled out a chair.
Bai Zhu placed the birdcage in front of her.
"It's in charge."
Mynah stepped onto the perch and screeched at the top of his lungs.
"Idiot! Overtime!"
"You taught him quite thoroughly."
Piyu pushed the birdcage farther away.
Bai Zhu sat beside the head of the table, pulled out the napkin from his pajama pocket, and pressed it against the corner of the table.
The private seal faced upward.
Milluki lowered his head to inspect it for a few seconds.
"You went out to meet the Queen Consort without even bringing a sheet of paper?"
"What do you know? The more casual the medium, the more it demonstrates the trust between both parties."
"Speak plainly."
"I couldn't find any paper at the time."
Ging did not give them the chance to keep bickering. He spread out the sea chart and marked the information Netero had given him.
Kakin Port, the entrance to the Caspian Sea, the Maritime Bureau's observation zone, and Gina Island were connected by pencil lines.
"The Chairman has been staying on the outskirts of the Caspian Sea lately."
Morel removed his pipe from his mouth.
"Wasn't his public itinerary an inspection trip to the west coast?"
"Fake."
"What about the airship refueling at Gina Island?"
"Also a cover. The airship is