"Are you from the East Sea, sir?"
Ichida Keizai couldn't help but feel a great sense of satisfaction seeing Ota Masayuki, who was once so lofty he wouldn't even have deigned to look at him, now fawningly trying to make conversation.
But he was well aware of his position, so he didn't respond at all, simply forging ahead as if he hadn't heard a thing.
After passing through several corridors, they finally arrived at the ship's ammunition hold.
Wu Liangchen was having his men take inventory of the ammunition inside. Since little had been used, there was far more here than on the previous two ships.
"Brother Xiaowu, I've brought the man!" Yan Feng stepped forward, his tone quite familiar.
Hearing this form of address, Ichida Keizai's heart filled with envy.
Only those extremely close to Wu Liangchen were qualified to use it.
He would never dare to imagine having such a privilege, so he could only watch with envy.
