Fen found a table and got down to the work of archiving information and also managing the accounts.
But Liszt was really too noisy, constantly blabbering on the side, and Fen had no choice but to take off his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Do you still remember what I told you at the adventurer's guild in Londen City?"
Fen quickly finished writing a few words at last, completed his work, organized the archives, and set them aside for later placement on the ship.
Whether they had made a mess of things at New Heavenly Port or not, business still had to be conducted aboard the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge.
This ship was the foundation of Black Sail, the last resort in desperate times, and Fen would certainly not allow such a situation to occur.
Ox was guzzling liquor at the bar. He wasn't drinking for the alcohol but merely hydrating; his capacity was bottomless, no one could outdrink him.
"What thing, it's been so long, who could remember?"
