National destiny: Starting with a coffin, building an aircraft carrier is broadcast live globally.

After saying that, he chuckled to himself twice.

But Klaus stared at the cucumber cut into eight equal pieces on the plate, lost in thought—

Why would a noble and aloof lady try to sell them cards?

(。￣□￣)

"Is this some kind of code?"

He asked the question with eager curiosity.

"...I was just telling a bad joke."

Pick up a piece of cucumber and crunch it down:

"Her exact words were: 'At midnight, rare and exotic flowers will soon bloom in the glass greenhouse on the rooftop, and I am invited to come and admire them together.'"

The fork hovered in mid-air, with half a lettuce leaf hanging on it, swaying precariously.

The two stared at each other for a second.

"So what does this mean?"

He glanced again at the Wonka couple, who were surrounded by a crowd of admirers in the distance.

"Rooftop, high up. Greenhouse, a closed environment with no way out. 'Rare and exotic plants' could be some kind of toxic gas or parasites like biological spores?"

"I said, boss..." Klaus frowned.

Ignore him completely and continue your brainstorming session:

"In other words, something dangerous will be released at midnight. She must not have held the water properly before sending me there."

"Perhaps Wonka orchestrated this; maybe they're working together to set me up, or..."

Or perhaps the couple is only superficially together?

Mrs. Jasmine intends to use him to solve some trouble!

Klaus finally found an opportunity to interject, his eyes filled with speechlessness:

"Is it possible that she was just trying to ask you out when she said that?"

"..."

Renyi turned her head again and looked at him for a second, then unfolded her hands, which were wrapped like rice dumplings, revealing the blood-stained gauze on her body.

Do you think a normal person would be in the mood for romance after seeing me in such a miserable state?

The engineer was stumped and explained:

"Maybe she likes that kind of thing? Besides, she might not even be human, right?"

Judging from Mrs. Jasmine's condition during the day, she didn't seem quite right.

This statement did indeed enlighten Renyi.

His gaze swept across the table and landed on Mrs. Jasmine at the head of the table—

The blade sliced ​​through the bloody steak, and juices, streaked with blood, dripped down the silver fork. The plump, red lips glistened with oil, so vibrant they were almost blinding.

"unless......"

"What?"

"Unless, it's this blood that attracts her."

Back then, to make it look realistic, the blood was deliberately soaked into the gauze, and you can still faintly smell the blood now.

This Lady Jasmine is a vampire-like creature who sees herself, a "severely injured patient," as an easy target that is also rich in nutrients.

"So that must be a trap. You really want to go?"

Klaus looked at him disapprovingly.

"certainly."

Ren Yi affirmed, "However, speaking of greenhouses... there are probably many plants involved, and we need an expert."

"I'll go get Nathan," Klaus said, getting up to leave.

"No rush."

Stop him at will, "Let's deal with this problem first."

He looked at the guy at the bar who hadn't moved an inch since the start of the dinner—

Noah.

......

The people in the hall had mostly left.

Klaus and Ivan went to find Estin and Luigi in the basement storage room to explain their plans for the night.

Several waiters are clearing the table.

The bartender, who had been slacking off all day, was also planning to go home, but Noah was still stubbornly stuck on that bar stool.

When they heard the slight rolling of the wheelchair wheels, Noah lazily raised his hand.

"We meet again, old friend."

Ignoring Noah, Ren Yi spoke directly to Nathan:

"Shall we chat?"

"cough."

A soft cough came from the side, as if trying to get someone's attention.

Noah turned around and rested his elbows on the bar.

"What are you two whispering about? Would you mind if I joined in?"

He casually forced a polite but distant smile:

"No, privacy."

"Huh?" Noah raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were already in a relationship where we could share secrets!"

Nathan's lips kept twitching upwards, then flattening, then twitching again...

This person... is in the way.

His smile remained unchanged.

"Mr. Noah...don't you think everyone needs some personal space?"

"certainly,"

Noah nodded understandingly, "That's why I've been sitting here the whole time, without disturbing your time together."

Any: "..."

He took a deep breath and felt the non-existent wound begin to hurt:

"Go out onto the deck for some fresh air, or take a swim in the sea... can't you find something to have fun on your own?"

"I'm just having fun!"

As Noah spoke, he put the cigar with obvious teeth marks into his mouth again and shook it triumphantly.

This guy is completely impervious to reason, neither soft nor hard tactics, and his skin is as thick as Little Fatty's.

Physical expulsion is not an option, and verbal attacks are ineffective.

During this brief standoff, Renyi's gaze unconsciously fell on the cigar that Noah was holding in his mouth.

Although he didn't understand this, he could tell that it was well-maintained.

Unfortunately, the repeated grinding marks on it ruined its perfection.

He seems to be...

I've never seen Noah light a cigar, nor have I ever seen him change his.

Even the one handed to me this morning was the same one!

Suddenly, Delphine's words popped into his mind—

"Besides Mom and Dad, there's also that poor bastard."

This person had no luggage, wore the same clothes the whole time, and as Wonka's VIP, the two never spoke to each other at all, even when Noah made a ruckus during the day, he was completely ignored.

As the owner of the "Narwhal," ignoring a eccentric guest only proves—

Wonka can't touch him, nor does he want to provoke him.

This person does not belong to the ship's ecosystem.

A single thought brings forth a sudden inspiration.

Nathan.

"From now on," Renyi pointed to the bar, "this place will be upgraded to an information exchange center."

Nathan: "Huh?"

"Our store supports multiple currencies," Renyi continued, "gold, jewelry, items, or... some useful information."

He turned back to the inexplicable Noah.

"Of course, the price varies depending on the type of intelligence."

"For example... 'My son's name is so-and-so,' the price is very cheap."

"For example,"

"Information like 'Where my friends and I are going to have some fun next' that involves future plans and personal trips... well, that will cost extra."

After exchanging glances for a moment, Noah and Renyi smoothly accepted the premise and then began to carefully examine themselves.

Finally, he pulled out a small, flat box that had been worn smooth and shiny.

"well......"

He sighed heavily and, under the slightly inquisitive gazes of Renyi and Nathan, pried open the box lid with his fingernails.

"..."

"..."

Inside the tin box, a single gummy candy lay all alone.

The gummy bears are translucent, their shape is squeezed out of shape, and one ear is missing.

Noah carefully stood it up and solemnly introduced it:

"Grape flavored."