Travelers whose sleep was disturbed by the storm generally woke up late the next day.

"Waiter! What about waiters? Why is there no water? ”

I don't know which room the guests shouted first, and then one after another people were woken up, and after confirming the fact that the water was stopped, the whole ship was in a hurry.

The captain led the first mate and second mate to shuttle through the first class, apologized and explained to every anxious guest, calmed everyone's emotions, and then rushed to the second and third class cabins to explain the current situation on the ship.

Although everyone is dissatisfied, they can only reluctantly accept this fact and consider themselves unlucky.

This morning, Crane's breakfast was fried steak and grilled sausages, salads, and a glass of beer.

Anderson went out for a spin and came back to tell Crane that there was still a small amount of beer and a small amount of wine and spirits on board, and that even the third-class passengers hadn't even gotten beer this morning.

With limited access to water, Crane stayed in his room and didn't go out, and there were always loud complaints, quarrels, and shouting outside.

With nothing to do, Crane took a nap after lunch, and had just woken up when he heard a sharp knock on the door, as well as Anderson's excited voice.

"Gelman, is there any interest in coming to see what this is?"

Idle is idle, Crane opened the door and saw Anderson holding a cup with half a glass of clean and transparent water.

Crane shifted his gaze to Anderson's smiling face.

Without Crane opening his mouth, Anderson took the initiative to introduce:

"Haha, this is the distilled water I made!"

Crane noticed a pile of bottles and jars in front of the couch in the small living room, where there was a rudimentary barbecue grill, on which sat a large iron pot with a lid, and a curved pipe stuck in the top of the lid, leading to a glass jar placed in a large wooden basin next to it, which was supposed to be seawater for cooling.

Anderson gleefully told Krienkop:

"Water vapor condenses into distilled water when it is cold, and distilled water is drinkable water, you know?"

Crane ignored him, and even tried to roll his eyes in his heart.

"I heard this principle when I was in Lemburg, but I didn't see the priests do it......"

Speaking of excitement, Anderson took a sip of the water in his glass, and then rubbed out a small fireball and stuffed it under the large iron pot.

Soon, there was a sound of grunting in the big iron pot, and thin water droplets slowly condensed in the glass jar on the side.

Anderson touched the seawater in the large basin and said to Crane:

"You should have the ability in the frost realm, how about helping me freeze this seawater, which can greatly speed up the condensation of distilled water, and it won't be long before we have enough water."

Crane stared into Anderson's eyes full of joy and satisfaction, and didn't speak for a long time, just when Anderson thought Gelman didn't bother to use extraordinary abilities to do such things, Crane suddenly took a few steps back.

Unhurriedly, Gelman took out a talisman made of white tin from his pocket, and then opened his mouth and spat out an ancient Hermetian word:

"Storm."

A huge curtain of water suddenly condensed in front of Anderson, and the thick transparent wall molded Gelman's figure, and Gelman, who always liked to wear dark formal clothes, became a dark cloud, and the water curtain came in an instant, slapping heavily on Anderson's body, and Anderson was poured cold from head to toe.

Crane couldn't help it, and he grinned at Anderson a little bit, revealing a smile that would make Daniz's heart jump.

"Flood."

Crane turned around and walked into the master bedroom, then slammed the door shut.

In the blink of an eye, Anderson never knocked on Crane's door again.

As the night wore on, and Crane had not yet fallen asleep, he heard a high-pitched shout outside, followed by hoarse and angry voices.

"You are discriminating against! It's not fair! ”

"Ahh

Kill! ”

"You ......"

"Let's go together!"

"Why can't we drink a sip of water all day, but they can drink?"

"Ahh

"Stop! All stop! Stop......"

"Captain!"

Crane had already put on his coat and top hat, and was about to push the door open and go out to have a look.

The door to the guest bedroom opened at this point, and Anderson walked out, still looking unhappy.

Crane walked out the door first, and Anderson followed without saying a word.

At first glance, there was a mess on the deck, and a man was being helped by two crew members, hurrying towards the captain's quarters, and Crane was surprised to find that it was the captain who was being helped, and his chest was red.

Dozens of passengers were engaged in a scuffle with a dozen crew members, including the first mate, all armed with serious or immodest weapons, wounded and bloodstained everywhere. The number of passengers was large and the crew was skilled, so there was a stalemate on the scene, and neither side refused to back down, and more and more people fell.

Anderson's mood finally stopped being low, and he showed an expression of interest, but he didn't intervene to stop the dispute, and his extraordinary abilities were not suitable for persuasion.

Crane's extraordinary abilities are not suitable for this kind of occasion, unless he upgrades in a second now, which can hang everyone up and wake up, but he has a secret couple who is good at manipulating emotions.

Gilcias had already walked out of the room on his own, standing behind Crane in a standard servant posture.

The agitated people on the deck suddenly fell silent, and they had a creepy panic rising one after the other, and then as if they had suddenly entered the time of the sage, losing all emotion, as if they had been poured on their heads by a bucket of water with ice slag, and they suddenly woke up from their anger.

Crane didn't come forward to inquire and reconcile the conflict, but watched from the sidelines with some of the guests who had just walked out of the room.

The two sides quickly sent representatives to negotiate, but the verbal exchange did not go well, the leader representing the interests of the third-class passengers made very outrageous demands, and did not seem to listen to the first mate's explanation, he would whisper a few words to a few passengers who should also be the leader from time to time, and then he would argue with the first mate more excitedly, and the passengers who had just calmed down saw that they were about to riot again.

Crane frowned, he listened to the speeches of both sides, and felt that the thoughts of this group of passengers were a little dark, and their emotions were extremely extreme, and they didn't seem to be normal.

Anderson suddenly "ha", Crane looked sideways at him, and saw him smile again, and said to Crane:

"Hey, look, look at what I've found, I'll just say how it feels a little strange."

With that, Anderson walked over to a man who was constantly giving ideas to the passenger representatives.