Cattleya was working at her desk in the captain's cabin of the Future.
"The documents from the Southern Continent are finally in hand. That should satisfy the Moses Ascetic Order." Cattleya set down her fountain pen and rubbed her brow. Recently, all sorts of documents from the Southern Continent had become unusually sought-after, with every faction itching to make a move. Obtaining this shipment had taken her considerable effort.
Just as she cleared her mind and prepared to rest for a while, a sudden series of clatters came from outside the door.
Immediately afterward, a strong, pungent smell seeped through the gap beneath it.
"Cough, cough..."
Cattleya coughed twice, her brows drawing together.
"Frank... is he experimenting again?"
Whenever she heard unusual noises like this aboard the ship, there was usually no need to ask. More likely than not, her first mate was tinkering with some bizarre plant hybrid again.
"And Brando indulges him so much. He even gave him all that funding..." Cattleya sighed.
Lorne had been very pleased with Frank's earlier results. Not only had he praised them highly, but he had also given Frank a large sum of research funding specifically to improve those plants. With money and such rare support, Frank was naturally brimming with enthusiasm, tinkering with strange things on the deck and in the lower hold every day.
Nina had come to complain quite a few times lately, saying Frank had filled the ship with such a thick smell of garlic that she no longer even felt like drinking.
"Forget it, forget it... garlic is better than cows growing out of the ground. At least it looks much safer..."
That was the only comfort Cattleya could offer herself. Compared with his previous research, Brando's commission was already quite normal. Beside those earlier crops that