Lily slept very poorly last night, being constantly awakened by noise, and there were particularly many mosquitoes.
She swept the dust on the floor and the bed again and again, yet it was never clean.
She couldn't understand how a little hotel room could be so filthy.
Having stayed at hotels on every isle with Mr. Charles, this was by far the worst hotel.
Lily angrily went to the front desk to complain, but there wasn't even a receptionist there.
With a somewhat listless expression, Lily didn't think much about it; she had to set off after resting for a day.
However, before setting off, she hadn't forgotten about those slave-trading crew members from last night.
Finding them was a piece of cake for the current Lily. It was a medium-sized cargo ship with two smokestacks, quietly swaying with the ink-black waves at the port.
Without much thought, Lily faced the crew members armed with guns and relics and charged at them, easily defeating them.
