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After being alone for several hours, Esting saw the two of them and felt like he had seen saviors:

"My God, I'm going crazy!"

"What's your job?" Renyi walked past him and looked at the water tanks.

"The seafood farmers!" Esting cried, on the verge of tears. "They're so noisy! They're going to die, the water's too cold, the food's bad, and the neighbors are so ugly!"

Being a "Tide Listener" here is nothing short of mental torture.

Klaus stared strangely at a monstrous fish with a human face in a tank—

The strange fish opened and closed its mouth as if it were talking to him.

"These...are all seafood ingredients?"

"Yes! All ingredients need to be 'fresh'!" Esting handed the notebook to Renyi for a look. "We need to record their mental state and activity level, and we also need to feed them!"

Open any notebook, and you'll find Esther's "Ingredient Mood Diary," written in crooked handwriting.

Lanternfish J7 is very unhappy because the light bulb on its head isn't bright enough, making it feel like it's lost its competitiveness.

[Tuna B2, severe anxiety, suspects his wife is cheating on him with the neighbor's shrimp.]

[Shark G1, the space is too small, affecting its domineering aura, it's going on a hunger strike.]

He closed the notebook without any expression.

The quirky humor in this space is consistently on display.

"Do you see Luigi, Aurora, and Sean?" Klaus asked.

"No,"

Esting shook her head. "I woke up here. A fat guy in a chef's uniform gave me a task and then left."

"Besides these seafood, is there anything else?"

"Yes! That's the cold storage and wine cellar." Esting quickly led the way; he didn't want to hear these fish complaining for another second.

As soon as the door to the cold storage was opened, a blast of cool air hit you, but it was far from freezing.

Inside, there were cleaned livestock hanging around the table, as well as mountains of fruit, all neatly arranged – a dream come true for those with obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

Klaus tapped one of the frozen pigs with a newly reforged Luna Titanium alloy rod, then picked up a bright red apple.

"That's too little."

He walked out of the cold storage with a frown on his face.

"Whether it's meat or fruit, the quantity looks substantial, but in reality, these reserves won't last more than two days."

"Perhaps... all the ingredients on the ship are freshly caught?" Esting guessed.

After all, they were at sea.

Ren Yi remained silent. There were quite a few NPC guests. It would be truly bizarre if the entire operation of the ship depended on this stock.

This ship must have other ways of getting goods.

He then followed Esther to the wine cellar next door.

The wine collection inside is quite extensive, ranging from expensive champagne to niche spirits, enough to last a month.

The three left the storage room.

The corridor didn't smell so fishy, ​​and Esting quickly took two deep breaths of the air, which was already quite fresh to him.

"Where are we going? I have to feed two ribbonfish first thing tomorrow morning, and they say they'll report me for mistreating employees if they're hungry!"

"It claims to be an employee?" This demonstrates a precise grasp of the key point.

Esting paused for a moment: "Uh, yeah, they often talk nonsense."

This is interesting.

It's hard not to think of the room numbers in the staff dormitories upstairs.

"So, will we turn into sea urchins?" Ren Yi casually told a scary joke. "Let's go, let's see what happens next."

One level below.

At the end of the passage was a heavy, airtight brass door with a huge cross-shaped turntable embedded in it, which felt a little warm to the touch.

Klaus stepped forward and grasped the turntable with both hands—

"Hiss..."

A wave of scorching heat hit us directly in the face.

The door opened.

The area was filled with red light, like a Monster Hunter cabin where weapons were crafted.

The deafening roar of the machinery made my heart pound along with the entire space.

This is a domed boiler room.

The furnace, which was two stories high, was wide open, with flames surging. Standing in front of that furnace was Luigi, whom they were looking for.

Luigi was dressed like a plumber and was carrying an oversized shovel.

His face was covered in streaks of black ash, and he was shoveling coal into the furnace with a lifeless expression.

"Louis!"

The coal-shoveling motion froze in mid-air.

Louis turned his head in disbelief, and when he saw who it was, he looked almost in tears.

"I want to come to you, but I can't leave here."

Klaus circled the furnace, his brow furrowed.

"The structure here does not conform to the laws of thermodynamics at all. The boiler is not well sealed, and the energy loss rate is at least 70%. In my opinion, this is just a decoration."

"It's not just for show."

Louis pointed weakly to the furnace door, "As soon as I stop, the fire goes down, and then..."

He pointed to a brass pipe above his head that was connected to a pressure gauge.

"See that pointer? It'll keep dropping."

A steam boiler kept afloat by Louisi's meager manpower?

"No, no, no... this ship couldn't possibly be powered by it!"

Klaus said it with absolute certainty.

"Its efficiency isn't even enough to supply hot water to the entire ship 24 hours a day!"

"..."

The plumber threw the shovel on the ground, wiped the dust off his face, and looked completely exhausted.

"Then why have I been burning here for so long?"

Renyi seemed to have just snapped out of her reverie:

"...For better health?"

Louis: o(╥﹏╥)o

"Alright," Renyi patted his shoulder as a consolation, "at least now you know this is a cushy job where you can slack off. We have to go to work tomorrow."

These words made Luigi want to cry even more.

They watched as the fire in the stove went out and the hands went to zero, just as Klaus had said, nothing had happened.

The four of them didn't stay downstairs for long, preparing to go to the basement level to meet up with Ivan and Nathan.

"Given Aurora's abilities, she's most likely in a consultation room or something similar, probably upstairs."

Going to a guest's place in the middle of the night might be difficult to explain if it gets discovered, so it's best to make plans for tomorrow.

"What about Sean?"

Klaus stroked his chin in confusion.

"There's no kitchen, no storage room, so they couldn't have just released them, could they?"

Releasing them back into the wild is actually a good thing.

The captain thought to himself that what he was more worried about now was that the guy being sliced ​​up like some rare species.

In the brief silence, they arrived at the stairwell leading to the basement.

Just as I was about to push the door open—

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Close at hand.

The four of them almost simultaneously held their breath.

Fortunately, the knocking didn't come from the door in front of them.

Instead, it was from the hallway behind the door, to the room closest to them.

Looking out through the small pane of glass in the door, all I could see was darkness; I couldn't see anything at all.

After the knocking stopped.

Then, with a creak, the door was easily pushed open because no one had locked it from the inside.

A brief moment of deathly silence.

Just as everyone's hearts were in their throats, a clear laugh suddenly rang out.

Then came the creaking of the wooden floorboards, which could no longer bear the weight, gradually fading away at the other end of the corridor.

gone?