At the port of Hefang Island, Gaia rushed home with half a loaf of bread in his arms. Looking at the guys in blue military uniforms on the street, Gaia's eyes were filled with hatred.
"Bah! These beasts deserve to be fed to sharks! As soon as the Governor died, they rushed into the arms of the enemy like dogs, without caring how they slaughtered our relatives!!"
Although he said so, he shrank his body and walked towards the corner.
There was no way. Ever since his father died at sea along with Governor Daniel, he was no longer a native of the island and became a wanted criminal.
He managed to save his life by sneaking away with his mother through a secret passage in his home.
His ancestors were the crew members who explored Hefang Island with the Cavendish family. As perfect as his life was before, he is as miserable now.
He Fang Island has changed its owner, and now he is the rat that everyone wants to kill.
It's not that he doesn't want to leave this troubled place, but he doesn't even have the money to buy a boat ticket. The money to buy bread today was borrowed from a kind woman on the edge of the port area.
Just as he walked around the corner to his so-called home, his body suddenly tensed up.
A guy in a gray robe was sitting there chatting with his mother.
Gaia secretly pulled out the dagger from his waist and put it in his sleeve. He asked tentatively, "Mother, who is this?"
When the gray-robed man turned around, the dagger in Gaia's shaking hand fell to the ground with a clang. "Ms. Margaret! You are not dead!"
The person in the gray robe is Margaret. Her stunning appearance is torn by the hideous scar. The former pearl of Hefang Island seems to be covered with a layer of gray sand. Only her eyes are as bright as gems.
Her voice was no longer pleasant, and was a little hoarse from fatigue.
"Gaia, Uncle Kro once swore allegiance to my father. Are you willing to swear allegiance to me now? Will you join me in taking back Hefang Island?"
Gaia opened his mouth excitedly, but when he looked at his mother who had a worried look on her face, his mouth slowly closed.
He said with difficulty: "Miss Margaret, although I am my father's son, I am his least capable. I am willing to die for you, but I can't help you in anything."
"No, of course you can help me. As long as you are willing, or don't you want to avenge your brother and father?"
Margaret pulled out a black stone, and when Gaia saw the stone, her breathing suddenly became heavy.
He had heard the legend of Cavendish and why every generation of governors of Hefang Island was so powerful.
"I... I do! I, Gaia Joseph, am willing to be loyal to the Cavendish family forever, just like my fathers." Excited, Gavin immediately knelt on one knee.
"Very good, now follow me. We need to find enough compatriots to leave here before those guys find us."
"Miss Margaret, where are we going? Shouldn't we gather everyone and reoccupy Hefang Island?"
Margaret shook her head. "This is useless. We need to go to the British Isles and solve the source of the whole problem."
Gaia stood up in surprise, "Ms. Margaret, you want to assassinate Swan?! You are seeking death!!"
Everyone knows that Governor Swan is now the most powerful person in the North Sea. To assassinate him at this time is simply asking for trouble.
"You don't think we are the only ones who are dissatisfied with Swan?" Margaret's words stunned Gaia.
A hint of hatred emerged in the depths of Margaret's eyes, but was quickly hidden. "My whole family died at his hands. Before Swan died, my life no longer belongs to me."
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Charles, who was lying on the bed, woke up slowly. The completely different decoration in front of him made him a little unable to react.
Feeling the slight rocking of the ship, Charles finally realized that he was on a warship heading to the British Isles.
Charles grabbed Lily, who was curled up on the quilt, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Morning, Mr. Charles." Lily, who was rarely seen in white today, rubbed her eyes and opened them.
Charles rubbed its head with his hand, then picked up a toothbrush and started washing.
Lily was not idle either. She dipped her little paws in some water and started to play with the hair on her head.
After washing up, the two of them walked towards the ship's cafeteria.
Originally the captain insisted on sending troops over, but Charles refused.
Life on a ship is boring enough. If you need others to deliver even your meals, you'd be like a pig.
Today's breakfast was fried fish with bread and oyster soup. Charles ate with relish, ignoring the occasional glances from the crew members around him.
Not long after, the limping doctor came over and shouted towards the kitchen: "Hey! Bring me some wine!"
The ship's chef did not dare to delay and quickly brought over an unopened bottle of rum.
"Drinking so early in the morning? If you want to live longer, I advise you to quit drinking."
"If you're not even allowed to drink, then what's the point of living!" The doctor lifted the bottle and took a big gulp.
Charles didn't try to persuade him anymore and continued with his breakfast while thinking about what to do today.
Once on the ship, he always felt uneasy if he didn't take a round of inspection every day.
The doctor burped loudly, then looked at Charles and said, "I've sent the telegram. Professor Koch said that since there are three identical items to replace the parts, it won't be a problem to repair my item."
"Then congratulations, you finally know what is recorded in your heirloom. Remember to show it to me when the time comes. I am also curious about the information inside."
The doctor hummed and said again: "Do you really want to go back to that damn place?"
Seeing Charles nod while chewing his food, a hint of impatience appeared on his face.
"Don't go. I've been a doctor for a long time, and it's not easy for me to live to this day."
Charles chuckled and shook his head. "Since you care so much about that thing, I thought you would understand my determination."
"How can that be the case? I'm dying! I'm risking my life!"
"You are a doctor, so how long do you think I can live?" Charles looked at him calmly.
The doctor's mouth twitched slightly, and he finally spoke with great difficulty. "I said before that you won't live past 40, but that was just an estimate. There are a few doctors on the sea who are better than me. If you go find them, they may be able to extend your life."
Charles was somewhat moved to see the unyielding doctor say such words.
"Thank you, but don't worry about my problem. I can handle it myself."
"Hmph! Why should I worry about you? You're not my grandson." After saying that, the doctor took the bottle of wine and limped away.
Just as Charles was about to continue eating, a low roar came from the warship below him. Elizabeth's Icha Island had arrived.
(End of this chapter)