Soon, Charles saw the Pope's smile, which seemed to be full of love.
The statue moved, and the Pope's eyes flicked to the papers on Charles' desk.
He waved his hand lightly, and the paper flew into his hand. "Are you also paying attention to the fight between the governors? What do you think of their current situation?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you this question? You are the one behind Swan."
The Pope threw the paper in his hand away casually. "My child, you don't believe me. You never believed me. So what now? All your preparations have gone to waste. I told you long ago that this is none of your business."
Obviously, he was talking about Charles's naval preparations, hoping that the strategic planning of the island would not escape his eyes.
"You once said that this was part of the plan. So tell me, what is your purpose? I feel like our goals are not the same."
As the Pope shook his head, wisps of dust fell from his body.
"That is an important plan of our religion. Unless you are willing to join the Church of Light, I cannot tell you. Don't forget that our common goal is only to find the Land of Light."
Charles sneered in his heart. He knew this guy would say that. There was no point in talking to him any further. "What do you want to see me for?"
"The battle is over now. Your anxiety should have dissipated, right? It's time to go out to sea and look for the next island."
Charles thought quickly, "It seems that Swan will indeed behave himself for a while, and his plan was disrupted by Julio. If he really has time, it should be to take revenge on him. I hope the crisis on the island is resolved."
"I'll set sail soon after I finish some things."
"Very good. Governor Charles, please try to keep your attention on what you need. As for other things, they are other people's business. God loves the world. May the holy light of the God of Light shine on your soul."
After the Pope finished speaking, he turned into a motionless sculpture again, allowing other believers to push him outside.
Charles couldn't figure out what the Pope's actions meant, and he didn't look like he had any ambition to occupy the sea.
Swan's radicalism will inevitably provoke resistance from other forces. In the current situation, no one benefits.
But the Pope was right about one thing, that is, he really had to continue sailing, as this time his stay was long enough.
If that foundation member did not lie, then the surface exit was waiting for him on the main island of the Foundation.
"Lily, send your friend to inform the others to get ready. We will leave in three days."
I hope no one on the island will be surprised when the governor sets out again. It would be big news if Governor Charles suddenly stops going out to sea one day.
Looking at those companions who were drinking and bragging with them some time ago, and now joined the Governor's ship, many people are just envious of those who were chosen.
As lucky as West were two other people, one with two wheels and one with a large wheel.
As for the former chief engineer of the Narwhal, he has been promoted to chief engineer. The smile on each of their faces has never faded.
The only thing that could make them so happy was the stacks of Echo Coins. The Governor personally told them that the salary on the Narwhal was three times that of other exploration ships.
And as long as they can assist the Governor in achieving his goal, they will get a whole house in the center of the island.
James stood at the dock with a complicated expression, watching his former companions walking towards the ship. He used to be one of them, but now he could only watch from the side.
"Pa." A steel hand reached out from behind and patted James' broad shoulders. "People on the island are a little impatient. Keep an eye on the island for me and don't let anyone take advantage of it. I don't trust others."
"Captain, don't worry. As long as I'm alive, I will definitely complete your mission!" James said with a firm expression.
Charles smiled, slapped his hand on his strong chest, and turned to walk towards the Narwhal. "Weigh anchor! Set sail!"
As the sailors struggled to turn the anchor winch, the heavy rusty iron chain was slowly pulled out from under the water.
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"Newspapers for sale! Big news from Earthsea! Governor Julio and Governor Swan have their first peace talks. If you want to know what they talked about, come and buy a morning newspaper. Two echoes for one!! Newspapers for sale!"
A newsboy wearing a peaked cap was waving a newspaper in his hand and shouting loudly on the street.
"Give me one." The voice was hoarse and full of sadness.
"Okay, ma'am, here are your newspapers, two echoes."
The newsboy handed a brand new newspaper that smelled of ink to Margaret, who was wrapped tightly in a robe.
"Madam, you are so beautiful! You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." The newsboy said and jumped away.
Margaret showed a trace of bitterness on her face, "Pretty? What's the use of being pretty? Can being pretty help me avenge my family..."
After a long pause, she picked up the newspaper in her hand and started reading.
After quickly browsing the newspaper, her eyes became increasingly dim.
Governor Julio actually sat down to negotiate, and the only hope of revenge disappeared.
When Margaret thought of the scene where her father and brother risked their lives to send her out, her heart ached as if it were being stabbed by a knife.
"Father, brother..." Margaret bit her lip and walked towards her residence.
If I had asked Charles for help directly at that time, perhaps the situation of my father and brother would be completely different.
But for that ridiculous emotion, she actually ran back without looking back, completely forgetting the purpose of coming to Hope Island.
She felt deeply remorseful. It seemed as if she had caused all this. "Why did this happen... Why didn't I agree to my father's marriage proposal? Maybe if Cavendish had had one more ally, the outcome would have been different."
Returning to the small building she had booked, Margaret walked in with difficulty.
She was very confused at this moment. She didn't know what to do or how to face the situation that was about to happen.
Almost instinctively, she walked towards her mother's room. She suddenly longed for her mother's embrace and wanted to hide in that warm embrace and never come out.
She walked along the cold corridor to a bedroom, and asked with her soft lips trembling slightly, "Mother, what should we do next?"
As the jewel of Hefang Island, no one told her what to do in this situation.
There was no sound coming from the room, as if there was no one inside.
"Mother, I'm so scared now... Are you there? Can you... Can you hug me?"
As soon as her slender fingers touched the wooden door, she found that it was only half-open.
"Creaky~" the door opened and Margaret's body twitched violently as if she was electrocuted.
Her mother, Kalita, was lying on her side on the bed, with blood dripping from the hole in her temple. The murder weapon was a revolver in her hand.
(End of this chapter)