A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
Sifa walked onto the deck and recalled a problem.
Oswald had not given him a photo of Lucien, nor had he provided a description of his appearance. How was he supposed to know which person on Windmill Island was Lucien?
"Has he gone senile? Shouldn't he at least tell me what Lucien looks like?"
Sifa shook his head. Unable to come up with an answer, he simply stopped dwelling on it.
His plan was to secretly observe the island after landing. If things proved impossible, he would leave without hesitation.
No matter how good the reward was, it would be useless if he lost his life. The Antiquities Recovery Association was not important enough for him to risk his life over.
At that moment, he saw several sailors carrying boxes of various sizes toward the stern, followed by the cold-looking Doctor and First Mate Nelson.
"What are you doing?" Sifa asked curiously.
After being injured in the previous encounter with Vice Admiral Deep Sea, Nelson had been easily healed by the Doctor. Since then, he had held the cold-looking man in great respect. Now that Sifa had asked, he took the initiative to answer for Doctor Polly.
"The Doctor plans to grow some mushrooms, Captain."
The moment he heard the word "mushrooms," Sifa, who was walking toward them, suddenly slipped and nearly fell.
He thought of the first mate aboard the Future, of Frank Lee's mushrooms that could absolutely be called creations of the Devil. His expression immediately turned unpleasant.
"Captain, you don't like mushrooms?"
Nelson roughly patted the Doctor's thin body. "Doctor Polly says mushrooms are highly nutritious. We spend so much time at sea that our food variety isn't broad enough, so the nutrients we take in are