"August 7, 2012
I have successfully arrived at my island. It is a long voyage to the South China Sea. The doctor told me that most of the crew members have auditory hallucinations. Although they have all received treatment, they now need a lot of rest. "
"I also need to rest. I don't want the whispering in my ears to appear again. I don't want to experience that uncomfortable feeling a second time."
"On the way back, I wanted to bring Anna to Hope Island, but I passed by the Crown of the World and didn't find her."
"She once said that she had something to do. I guess she went to do that."
"I left her a letter and left. The letter recorded the intelligence I had recently obtained and asked her to report to me as soon as she came back. I wonder what Anna is doing recently? I have a vague feeling that she seems to be hiding something from me."
"Could it be related to those Heiks wearing tricorn hats? When I think about their gods being monsters, it suddenly seems very likely."
Charles waited until the ink dried, then closed the diary again. This was a new one, and the old one had already been written in.
"Lily, ask your friend to go to the Temple of the Church of Light and ask again if the Pope is still available."
He originally wanted to ascertain the situation of his next target, but was told that the other party was currently busy with important matters in the Cathedral of Holy Light.
He wondered how a 120-year-old man could have so many things to do.
Lily at the table nodded, put down her pen, squeaked twice at the pile of mice next to her, and several mice ran out instantly.
"Charles, the baby in my mother's belly is born. What gift do you think I should give her?"
"You can't go meet them, so ask your friends to send some gold over."
"But Dad is getting paid more now, so he shouldn't be short of money. What do you think about me giving him a toy gun? Boys all like guns."
Charles stopped listening. He picked up the various reports on the table and started reading them. These were compiled by the Finance Department and recorded in detail what had happened on the island during the time he was away.
Most of them are the same old story: how much money has been earned, how much interest has been added to the island, and how much resources are expected to be spent in the next development cycle.
Charles was not very good at dealing with these things, and after a rough glance, his head began to swell.
Charles forced himself to finish scanning, put down the documents in his hand, and walked towards the sunny balcony next to him.
There is only one balcony in the entire Hope Island that can enjoy direct sunlight, and it was specially built for Charles.
Charles exhaled and looked at the unobstructed view in front of him, the densely packed tall buildings under the roof.
The construction level of Dihai has reached the level of building a small building, but the shed above that blocks the sunlight means that the buildings on Hope Island can only develop horizontally.
During the time he was away, the houses on Hope Island seemed to have become a lot more densely populated.
No one noticed the gaze from above. Everyone kept their heads down, doing their own things. Of course, there were also many people in groups of three or five holding newspapers and discussing something.
Below is the central area of the island, but there are other islanders in simple clothes on the flat streets, and the sheriff who is maintaining law and order does not drive them away.
This was Charles' order. The center of the island was not closed to anyone and anyone could come in at any time. It wasn't that he had good intentions, but he had been driven away before and he didn't like that feeling.
Looking at the scenery below, Charles felt for the first time that he was the owner of this island.
Suddenly, Charles saw a man in a black latex suit walking on the street, looking out of place.
Although his body would not burn to ashes as long as he was not exposed to direct sunlight, the simple scattered sunlight could make his whole body smoke and feel severe pain.
As long as he was on Hope Island, Odric had to wear his thick leather coat. Among the crew, he was the only one whose life was not much better than before.
As if Audric sensed Charles' gaze, he made a drinking gesture and walked into a gorgeous tavern.
"Creaky~" the door at the back was pushed open, and the Governor's butler walked in. Charles didn't remember his name, he only remembered that the other party was professional and handled all matters in the Governor's Mansion in an orderly manner.
"Is there something wrong?" Charles turned around and asked.
"Governor, during the time you were away, a letter was sent from Hefang Island." After the butler handed the letter to Charles, he trotted out of the sunlight range.
"Jack Cavendish? This last name sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."
Charles thought about it, then tore open the envelope, took out the paper inside and started reading.
Hello, Mr. Charles Reid, Governor of Hope Island.
I am Jack, Margaret's brother. Maybe you have forgotten her. Here's a hint. It was you who used her to extort 5 million Echo coins from my father.
When you became a lunatic before, she was the one who found you among the lunatics.
This is the first time my sister has taken care of someone else since she was a child. She feeds you mouthful by mouthful, and washes the dirt off your body.
She took such good care of you, but you actually forgot about her? As a man, I look down on you now. Where did your basic manners as a gentleman go
If you don't believe me, ask your crew and the first person you saw when you woke up.
In order to gain power, Margaret is being forced by my father to marry a 70-year-old man.
Would you like to see a young girl who once saved your life being pinned down by a wrinkled old man, crying helplessly
If you still have a trace of shame in your heart, please come to Hefang Island as soon as possible. By the way, bring all the navy on your island with you when you come.
Written by Jack Cavendish.
There were a few photos left under the paper, and judging by the angle, they seemed to have been taken secretly.
A stunning girl is feeding water to her unshaven self, her big eyes full of concern.
In other photos, she feeds herself and helps herself into a wheelchair with a smile on her face.
Charles frowned as he looked at the girl. He remembered the first time he returned to Hope Island and the girl standing in front of him.
Having not seen her for several years, Charles found it hard to associate this stunning beauty with the timid girl who was as timid as a little rabbit before.
"Why didn't Anna tell me about this? No, considering Anna's character, not swallowing Margaret directly is already a special favor."
Charles turned his head to look at the mouse that had climbed onto his shoulder and was peeking at the contents of the letter. "Lily, ask the other crew members to come over. I have something to ask them."
(End of this chapter)