Tiramisu, with a grim expression, walked onto the deck.
Ever since the fleet had encountered these disasters, her complexion had never improved.
Elegantly puffing on her slender smoking pipe, Tiramisu fell into deep thought, then turned her head to gaze at Gu Tianqing, who was serving as a Navy advisor.
Yi Lin, while fanning herself, moved subtly closer to Gu Tianqing and Tiramisu on the deck.
In fact, as the warship continued its course northward, crossing latitudes, the surrounding temperature had dropped quite a bit. But Yi Lin's fanning, which incidentally hid her expressions from Gu Tianqing, had become habitual, so fanning herself occasionally wasn't a problem.
After sailing for several days, Elizabeth Lin, who seemed no threat at all, had almost been treated as invisible by Tiramisu and the rest of the Navy, and aside from normal routines, no one paid any attention to Yi Lin's actions on the ship.
