As night fell, after two days of recovery, Hamlet was much improved, but the sailors were still reveling in the entertainment venues.
This was quite in line with their habits, as after all, they were setting sail tomorrow and seemed to be aware of the great risk, with the shipowner directly paying wages.
And these sailors spent their wages completely, saving nothing at all.
As if tomorrow they weren't setting sail, but going to war.
Meanwhile, Lance finally finished a day of busy work, but instead of seeking entertainment, he was handling a leftover matter.
Under the night sky, Lance walked over to Amanda's side, but before he got close, Amanda inside the carriage seemed to sense him in advance, and came out, opening the door beforehand.
"Lord, what brings you over, I was planning to report to you tomorrow."
But hearing this, Lance shook his head slowly.
"Let's put those things aside for now, I've come here for you this time."
"For me?" Amanda was taken aback at these words.
