After exercising for a while, Qian Cangyi laid back in bed, picking up "The Verdera Manuscript" that was on him. A week ago, one night, he had a chance to get close to the truth. However, this truth would cost him his life, so in the end, he chose his own fate. Sighing, he put away "The Verdera Manuscript".
As previously agreed, Kain came to see Qian Cangyi in the afternoon.
Kain's appearance hasn't changed because of these things, he still looks and acts the same. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a touch more world-weariness in his tone. After all, he's not a person without feelings.
"Father Marshal, I extend my gratitude to you on behalf of the surviving crew. Had it not been for your bravery, we might have perished on the ghost ship." Kain extended his right hand to Qian Cangyi.
"It was my duty, thank God for his blessings." Qian Cangyi extended his own right hand and shook Kain's with a smile.
