Evil always comes from courage

How many days has it been since we lost our way? Time is really a wonderful thing. Sometimes it passes too fast and sometimes it runs too slow.

I can't remember clearly. The days at sea were uneventful, and the murderer never appeared again.

I thought about it for a long time, just watching all kinds of people making suspicions every day, as if no one cared about Raphael's death except me.

Many nobles already knew about the matter of being disoriented, but no one took it to heart, let alone talked about it.

Order is a very subtle thing, and although the current situation on the Victory looks calm and calm on the surface, there is actually a turbulent undercurrent.

Thinking of this, I had to calculate how many days had passed since then, because I had some things that had to worry me.

I can't tell what they are, I can only vaguely see them clearly, but the rest are always some wandering thoughts, scattered here and there.

The Victoria lost its way on the night Raphael was killed, but my memory does not begin here.

This was the early morning of the first day since I lost my direction. I was summoned to attend the investors’ meeting. We discussed it for almost half a day, but no real results were produced.

I slept very late that night and spent almost the whole night sorting out clues.

In the morning of the next day, we were called together again to discuss countermeasures, but this time the discussion still broke up unhappy. Later, I learned that representatives of knights and warriors were dealing with the death of Raphael the next afternoon.

Until the afternoon of the third day, I was invited to attend Mrs. Hong’s afternoon tea.

On the next fifth and sixth days, I wandered around the ship. Although the Victoria was surprisingly big and I could only see a small part of it, I still enjoyed it.

At this time, Captain Finniss had been drinking with representatives of the Chamber of Commerce. I don’t know the details.

That is, at noon on the fifth day and in the morning and afternoon of the sixth day, we were called together again to discuss the issue of the bodies of Raphael and the crew.

We argued about this matter for a long time, each holding our own opinions. Of course, I was just a bystander, not to mention that I, who had lost my memory, did not want to get involved in these troublesome things.

But the trouble was that on the sixth day, the mood of the crew became very difficult to appease, and those formal rhetoric could not withstand the power of those superstitions, so we held two meetings that day to discuss the matter.

To be honest, I am completely tired of the meetings. Why can these people tolerate Raphael's body but not the bodies of the crew members who served us?

What's even more hateful is that it's not just nobles who put forward such views, but some third-class passengers complained that they bought tickets on the Victoria but had to ride with corpses.

Of course, some waiters complained and protested because they believed that these dead crew members and sailors would bring bad luck to the Victoria.

In this regard, I, who had been silent all this time, had to express my opinion and then decisively left the meeting.

I think Captain Finnis' fear of me probably arose at this time.

I said some angry words at the time, which I admit were a little too irrational, but I really couldn't bear the fact that they had three meetings arguing about the same thing, and each time they ended up with no results.

I tried to speak to break the deadlock, but they were arguing so fiercely that no one listened to me. They all expressed their opinions, and no one wanted to give in.