"Hua~Hua~" In the magnificent prayer room, there was no other sound except the sound of the Pope flipping papers.
After a while, the Pope statue put down the record document in his hand. "Hmm... It seems that this place doesn't have what we want."
"But its existence just confirms the oracle of the God of Light that I told you before."
"The Foundation has more than just relics to study. They also have some very dangerous things. If we're not careful, it could endanger the entire Earthsea human race. We must find someone who is absolutely reliable to explore."
Charles folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall with a gloomy face.
Although DE1344 does not seem to be very harmful, when you think about it carefully, it feels terrifying.
Once you pass through that door, you will arrive at another completely identical world. All the population and material islands have duplicates.
Islands are sinking, supplies are in short supply, and when survival is so difficult, human greed has no boundaries.
As long as all the people in the other world die, the people in this world will have double the resources, and it will be a great war.
Fortunately, DE1344 was surrounded by various whirlpools and no one else knew about it. This terrifying scene only appeared in his mind for the time being.
"V12 is the name of the island. Does this prove to be an anomaly of the same scale as DE1344, with 11 more?"
In response to Charles's question, the statue of the Pope did not answer. He looked down at Charles kindly without saying a word.
Charles got angry when he saw the old man's face. He realized that this guy wanted to ask him for help, so he asked him bluntly, "You must know something, right? What is the AK-level doomsday recorded on the wall?"
Charles suddenly had an idea in his mind. Is the Foundation sending so many dangerous things to the Earthsea to prevent them from causing the destruction of the surface world
Thinking of the records on the wall, Charles felt that this conjecture was more and more possible.
"Governor Charles, I really don't know. Our goals are the same. If I really knew some important information, I would definitely share it with you." The Pope said slowly.
Charles looked at the Pope with narrowed eyes. Although the two sides were still cooperating, Charles was full of distrust towards the Pope.
"Child, please trust me. I am not hiding anything now. Everything I say is true. If I really have any hostility towards you, I can occupy your island and use your people to force you to explore the island. You know, I can do these things."
"Then where are your people? Why don't you let them explore the island? Or is it that you, the Pope of the Church of Light, don't even have a group of subordinates who are completely loyal to you?"
"Well... Although the followers of the Church of Light are not afraid of life and death, it does not mean that they do not have greed in their hearts. There are too few such people. I only trust you in this matter."
"I have searched all the records for more than ten years. You don't care about the echo, the woman, or the island. You only have one goal, to return to the surface. There are too few people who are so pure."
Faced with this compliment, Charles remained indifferent. He turned and walked towards the door.
“Governor Charles, the people on your island seem to be somewhat dissatisfied with you. Do you want my help with this little matter?”
"Don't bother, I have my own way to control the island." Charles turned and walked out.
Charles walked silently along the corridor towards the Governor's Palace.
The Pope never revealed any information and had no cards in his hand during the negotiations with him, which made him very passive.
Charles must find a way to regain the initiative, otherwise he will be led by him.
Unconsciously, Charles returned to the door of the imposing Governor's Mansion and walked straight in, ignoring the guards on both sides who saluted him.
Just as Charles was absent-mindedly thinking about something, a pair of white feet wearing white high heels appeared in front of him.
Hearing the sweet voice like a silver bell, Charles looked up and found a beautiful girl standing in front of him.
Charles felt a familiar feeling between the girl's eyebrows. "Hmm?"
Looking at the Governor of Hope Island in front of her, Margaret's ears turned red with excitement. She grabbed her white dress with both hands and waited excitedly.
When Margaret saw Charles' eyes light up and take a step forward, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
But the next second, Charles walked past her and headed towards a woman not far away.
She was a tall and sexy woman with an eye patch with purple roses tattooed on black on her face, which added a touch of coolness to her sexy appearance.
Margaret bit her carefully applied lipstick with her teeth, tears slowly falling from the corners of her eyes. "He... doesn't recognize me at all... He has forgotten me a long time ago..."
Charles looked at his confidante in front of him excitedly. "Why are you here?"
Before he could finish, Elizabeth's soft body pounced on him.
Elizabeth kissed him without paying any attention to the eyes of the people around her.
Feeling the subtle fragrance in his mouth, a smile flashed in Charles' eyes, and he gently stroked Elizabeth's back with his hand.
After three minutes, the two separated. Elizabeth, with a blush on her cheeks, panted and said, "I missed you."
"Me too." Charles took her soft big hand and walked towards the stairwell leading to the second floor.
As soon as they left, the messengers from other islands below were shocked.
"It's really surprising that the two new governors love each other!!"
"I knew it! The legend is true!!"
"I was wondering why Governor Elizabeth came in person. So this is what happened."
Margaret sat silently on the sofa next to her. The former pearl of Hefang Island was covered with a layer of gray gauze.
The maid at the side hugged her mistress distressedly, "How could he be like this? It was you who rescued him, and you took care of him day and night despite the dirtiness. How could he be like this!"
"Look, Gina, this is an apple. It's the newest specialty of Hope Island. I've never eaten it before."
Margaret took the red fruit and kept biting it, crunching it, and the sweet flesh was constantly eaten into her stomach.
As she continued to swallow, a butler in a black dress came out and said, "I'm sorry, everyone. The Governor is not available today. Please come back tomorrow."
With a snap, Margaret's teeth pierced through the fruit flesh and bit her lips, and a few drops of blood stained the fruit flesh red.
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