Tap, tap!
The cabin door was gently knocked.
Zhang Yuan put down the book in his hand, stood up, and went to open the door.
At the door stood a grey-clad servant with graying temples, holding a tray of food.
Zhang Yuan reached out to take it, habitually saying, "Thank you."
But in reality, the other party couldn't hear him at all.
This was his third day on the ship.
Over the past two days, Zhang Yuan had stayed inside this cabin.
As if under soft confinement.
His three meals a day were all brought by this grey-clad servant, usually consisting of two dishes, a soup, and a bowl of rice.
Zhang Yuan had once tried to communicate with him.
Only to find that not only was this servant deaf, but his tongue had been cut out!
As of today, he could be one hundred percent certain, this warship flying the Furious Whale Banner was definitely not heading to Nanxun Prefecture.
After closing the door, Zhang Yuan placed today's dinner on the small table.
He hastily finished eating.
