"By the way, the gentle lady you saw earlier is Miss Atira. She's not only the ship's doctor, but also a cultivator and cook. Isn't she amazing?"
"That fat guy, huh, too lazy to introduce him—"
"Also, the kitchen must be locked at all times, or else some Papalarian might sneak in, you know how it is." She then scanned the dim surroundings.
It was quite a dark room, with two window holes in front, each connected to thick cables outside. The other end of the cables was wound around two winches, left and right.
Additionally, one side of the cabin wall had many pots, wooden barrels, and mops stacked, along with a row of rolled-up hammocks and rags. Tianlan looked around, took a deep breath, and patted:
"As you can see, this is the anchor room, but the outside anchor chains haven't been installed yet—and unlike the sailboats you're familiar with, the anchors on the Floating Ship are quite expensive, almost accounting for a tenth of the ship's price."
