Bai Zhu looked at Milluki in surprise.
"Could you stop making it sound so gay, Young Master?"
Milluki picked up the game console and slammed it back onto the table.
"Anyway, I'm not going to the Caspian Sea."
Ging's hand holding the pencil paused.
"Reason."
"I maintain the entire ship's communications, surveillance, access control, and data security."
Milluki pulled up the cruise ship's backend. More than a dozen lines filled the terminal.
"Bai Zhu was just targeted by the Kakin Royal Family, and the sender of that photo is still hiding behind anonymous channels. The moment I leave, all the royal technical department has to do is cut off the port network and forge two communication records. You won't even be able to tell where the information came from."
Bai Zhu nodded after hearing that.
"Fair point. If you stay by my side, you can fix computers, check accounts, and order takeout. You're a versatile talent combining technical, daily-life, and entertainment services."
Milluki had barely lifted his chin before lowering it again.
"Say that again."
"What was wrong with it?"
"Which of the things you listed involved my combat value?"
"Fixing computers can contribute to combat too."
"How?"
"By fixing the enemy's computer until it breaks."
Milluki glared at him.
Bai Zhu shifted his chair a little closer to Morel.
"I was just livening up the meeting. Don't take it seriously."
"Even if I stay, it won't be because you said I can order takeout."
Ging ignored Milluki's reasons. To him, none of them mattered.
"Seafloor sonar, submersible control, military encrypted communications, contamination sample isolation systems—among everyone here, only you can handle them."
He tapped the paper with his pencil.
"The Kakin Military and the Maritime Bureau have already lost multiple underwater devices. There's intense interference around the ruins. No