Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"Oh~ isn't this Mr. Sisford?" Hans's voice arrived before the man did.

Sisford turned his head and recognized Hans at a glance.

He recognized him, but he didn't remember Hans's name.

“You are…” Sisford tried to recall, “You are Mr. Fan!”

He didn't remember the first name, but Sisford remembered the last name.

The surname Fan, which sounds very Chinese, is actually an aristocratic surname in Germany.

The character 'V', or 'F', usually has historical significance in Germany.

“That’s right, that’s right, you have a great memory!” Hans warmly shook Sisford’s hand, his face beaming with a friendly smile. “The surname Van is not common around here. Speaking of which, my ancestors had a small castle near Cologne, although now only a few bricks remain.”

Hans deliberately dragged out the last syllable, but his gaze subtly swept over Xu San's door.

She had asked Lisa about it before she came.

The door wasn't locked, and it wasn't locked when she came out either, so it should be easy to open with just a pull.

Based on the current situation, the entire cruise ship is being searched for.

Hans, even with a brain full of wits, knows they're looking for Xu San.

As for why they're looking, it's probably because Xu San really did steal something.

What is it?

Hard to say!
It's probably something that can't be brought to light.

Lisa was found and brought back by Xu San after she went missing. That's why Hans came to see Xu San this time, hoping to get some help.

Although the three siblings were also facing numerous troubles, he felt that even if it was troublesome, he should still help them.

It was because he thought that way that the lottery happened.

“Even so, you are still a nobleman!” Sisford said politely. Although the other party said that he was down on his luck, in a place like Europe, bloodline is still very important.

Having a lineage means having connections; even if you fall on hard times, if you can get into those connections, you may very well rise again.

However, Sisford, who had been sailing for many years, could tell at a glance that Hans was not down on his luck, but just a bit out of touch with reality.

"Hiccup~~ You know, there's an interesting story passed down in my family."

Hans let out a burp, affectionately took Sisford's arm, and didn't give him a chance to knock. "It's said that over a hundred years ago, my great-grandfather had dinner with a distant relative of the Hohenzollern family, and made quite a fool of himself because he used the wrong fork."

Sisford nodded politely, but glanced at the door that hadn't been knocked on yet. "Mr. Fan, your room is upstairs."

"Oh, I know, I came here to have a drink with someone!" He said, shaking the bottle in his hand. "There was a power outage earlier, and this kid cheated and secretly poured out the wine while it was dark."

“This…is a bit off, lacking in gentlemanly manners.” Sisford said, glancing at Hans, then at the door in front of him. “The gentleman you’re talking about who lives here?”

"Yes, that's him, he's from an island nation!"

“That’s right!” Sisford flipped through the passenger register in his hand. “He is indeed from an island nation.”

"Then that's it!" Hans said, reaching out to slam the door shut. "I didn't drink enough earlier, now I'm going to drink some more!"

“Hmm,” Sisford hesitated for a moment, “I need to personally inform Mr. Edogawa inside and warn him to be careful of thieves.” (End of Chapter)