Just as Eld and the Great Dumas were chatting and bantering, measuring each other openly and secretly, Arthur suddenly spoke up.
"So, Eld." Arthur gently knocked his glass on the wooden table: "What are your plans next? Do you want to keep running around the world? Or are you finally planning to put on a clean shirt and count the fleet schedules behind the glass windows of the Navy Department?"
The moment the topic came up, a mysterious smile appeared on Eld's face.
He cleared his throat, leaned forward, and whispered, "Arthur, what do you think? This global voyage of mine wasn't for nothing. To be honest, I heard from my aunt that my uncle has already started pulling some strings."
Eld thought this news would surprise Arthur, but instead, his old friend was unfazed and savored the aftertaste of his Guinness beer, slowly saying, "Navy Transport Bureau? Hydrographic Office? Or the Navy Supply Bureau under your uncle?"
