One Minute of Silence Would Kill Him

Morel pointed toward the sea on the starboard side of the warship.

Bai Zhu craned his neck and looked for a long while.

There were waves on the sea.

Foam.

A few seabirds that had flown in from who knew where.

Bai Zhu turned to look at Morel.

"Morel, are you messing with me?"

Milluki also looked up from the secondary control console.

"If the reinforcements are invisible, you'd better say so in advance."

Morel clenched his pipe between his teeth, having no desire to explain himself to them. Their mouths were practically scalded by boiling water; once he started explaining, they would probably never stop talking.

The warship was already far from port.

Kik Port behind them was reduced to little more than an outline.

The Voyage Bureau had actually sent two small boats after them, but in less than ten minutes, they had been left behind as nothing more than a few dots.

Bai Zhu leaned over the railing, watching the warship cleave through the waves as it charged ahead, and felt an inexplicable sense of security.

"Now this is what you call a ship."

After saying that, he patted the railing.

"Tough, stable, fast. The ultimate man's toy."

Milluki lay back in a beach chair, patting his pale belly.

"Don't slap it around. You can't afford to pay if you break it."

Bai Zhu immediately pulled his hand back.

"I was merely expressing my reverence, as vast and unending as a surging river."

"No amount of reverence will get you a discount."

"Young master, could you stop ruining the bond I'm trying to build with this warship?"

Milluki finally connected his terminal to the ship's systems, and rows upon rows of data began appearing on the screen.

"Even if you sold yourself, you couldn't afford a single