"It's my honor."
Agave Rinto escorted the three of them to the recreational vehicle, which did not leave immediately. The window was half lowered, as Nikita Parker watched indifferently in the direction of the gangplank.
Soon, a young man came down from the gangplank. His face was pale, his eyebrows frowned tightly, and he had a gloomy expression.
Mr. Philbert, who was waiting nearby, rushed excitedly toward the man as soon as he saw him: "Young Master, you've finally returned."
Anton Cook only weakly lifted his eyelids and gave a languid "Hmm" in response.
"Young Master, I know you've always suffered from seasickness, so these past few days must have been hard for you. Sir was very worried about you, so he sent me to pick you up. The hotel is ready. Let's go back and take a good rest. When you've regained your energy, I'll accompany you back to Lostswa."
