Chapter 971: The Scent of Wine
When Daedalus's final concert began, the Canaan was traveling across the Pale Plains at 350 kilometers per hour. Over the past half month, Ash and the others' travel pace had suddenly accelerated, successfully pushing their plan's progress to 90%. They were about to make a full circuit around the world of the Stars.
The reason their efficiency had improved was that they had canceled hotel rest time. They could just sleep on the high-speed rail, then get off refreshed and start working. In truth, they could have done this from the beginning, but Ash had rejected such a rushed travel plan. He believed everyone was already anxious and uneasy, and an overly packed itinerary would keep everyone's nerves taut and make it hard to rest.
More importantly, they were saving the world, not posting to social media. They couldn't skim through places like they were checking in at tourist attractions. If they wanted Ash to remember a city, they first had to let Ash relax—if they hurried through cities like this, Ash would only feel as if he were on a business trip, and mentally he would just go through the motions.
Besides, even though they had chosen the most comfortable high-speed rail business seats, the sleep experience in business class was still far inferior to a proper hotel's large bed. Ash was a staunch supporter of double beds. Even if he was alone, he had to sleep in a double bed. He simply had to roll around in bed to fall asleep!
In any case, no one knew when Angel Hunting would begin, so they might as well balance work and rest while traveling across the land of the Stars and taking in every kind of scenery.
But on the day they left