February 3.
SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, navigating the return route to Heaven Port.
Liszt had begun to trust Taylor's subordinates; perhaps Taylor had said something to them in private, as those fellows were highly obedient to him.
A brutal anxiety haunted Liszt's heart incessantly; he felt a lack of security, not because he feared death, but because he dreaded that his unfinished business would be trapped in an eternal standstill.
He had Haywood stay on the Fuma Keqing, as he had an extremely ominous premonition.
"Look what I found? Didn't expect you had the habit of writing."
Celeste held a letter sealed with wax, which had just fallen out of Liszt's clothes and she picked up, seeing the words on the envelope.
Her originally laughing face suddenly stiffened.
There were already twenty or thirty cigarette butts on the floor.
"This is none of your business."
