When Charles was brought to Swan, he found that the fat man was typing quickly on a typewriter.
"Coming?" Swan said without even raising his head.
Charles was a little surprised by his cold attitude. This guy was not like this before. Since he was not going to make small talk, Charles was of course happy to get straight to the point.
"I need to order a special ship, which may require the use of your naval shipyard."
A black shadow flew directly towards Charles. Charles grabbed it with one hand and found that it was a disc made of various flat gears.
"The people at the shipyard will pay attention to you if you show this sign. You still have to pay. You can leave now if there's nothing else to do. I'm the owner of 12 islands now. I'm not the same as you little governors." Swan's voice was filled with obvious contempt.
Charles frowned, looked at the head that was already a little bald in front of him, turned and walked towards the door.
Charles was a little surprised to see Swan again. The other party didn't seem to have much desire to talk to him.
But no matter what, his goal was achieved, and he was too lazy to get involved with such people. He got into the car directly and ordered the driver to drive to the largest shipyard.
The shipyards in the British Isles are all on the back side of the island. The island is very large, and we refueled once during the journey before we finally arrived.
When Charles arrived at the so-called shipyard, he was surprised to find that an island had suddenly appeared on the sea surface in the distance.
After careful identification, he found that it was "Longka" squatting down.
This was the first time he saw the legendary huge metal structure.
What he saw in the newspaper was completely different from what he saw with his own eyes. Even from such a distance, he could feel the oppression brought by the steel behemoth.
It’s hard to imagine what a spectacular scene it would be if such a huge thing stood up.
"How can such a big thing move? How do they do it?" Charles was curious and wanted to go in and explore. He really wanted to know how they did it.
However, seeing the strict security with a pavilion every ten steps and a guard post every five steps, Charles dispelled his curiosity.
This thing must be very important to Swan, and he would definitely not let outsiders touch it, even if it was his own.
Entering the shipyard, Charles showed the sign.
When they learned that the person in front of them was the Governor of Hope Island and that he had come all the way to customize the hull, the shipyard was very cooperative.
In the end, they decided to have three chief hull designers take charge of Charles' order.
"This is what I want. Can you guys make it?" Charles handed him the paper he had prepared in his arms.
That was a rough drawing of a submarine he drew. Although he had never seen a real submarine, he had seen quite a few on TV.
The three gray-haired old men took the drawings and looked at them, their minds completely confused.
"Your Excellency Governor, is this kind of ship used to explore some special sea areas? Why doesn't it even have windows? I have been building ships for most of my life, and I have never seen such a strange ship." One of the three, a capable old man wearing rimless glasses, asked.
"It's not a special sea area. This is a ship that can explore underwater. Can you build it? I need to point out that a submarine must have an independent oxygen supply system."
The glasses designer's mouth twitched, but he didn't curse in the end. The person in front of him was not his student, but a highly respected governor.
Even if the conditions he proposed were ridiculous, I had to hold back and not get angry.
"If you really want to go, I recommend you use a device called a diving cup. Some crazy people who are not afraid of death use it to salvage some sunken ships."
"Bang!" Another designer next to him kicked his heel lightly.
Charles didn't care about the offense in his words, shook his head and said, "No, that thing is too small. The place I'm going to is very deep, probably below 300 meters, and there are things in it. It must be a submarine with attack capabilities."
"Below 300 meters!?" All the other eyes in the shipyard looked over, looking at Charles as if he were a madman.
Rumor has it that a governor found a living island, but instead of enjoying himself, he went exploring everywhere. They didn't believe it before, but now they believe it. The guy in front of them is a madman.
"300 meters!?! Are you planning to look for the god Futan?!" The glasses designer's voice began to rise, and he glared at Charles with his eyes.
The colleague behind him pulled him subtly, but he pushed him away.
"Let's just say whether you can do it or not. If you can make a Longka, then a small submarine should be no problem, right?"
"This is not the same as "Lonka"! Shipbuilding is an art that applies various disciplines such as fluid mechanics, material mechanics, and electrical engineering! You just draw a boat and ask us to build it. Do you laymen really think that building a boat is just a matter of shaping it with your hands?"
Just when the glasses designer was about to vent all his dissatisfaction,
A young man with a prosthetic limb on his left hand whispered in his ear.
Charles' keen hearing allowed him to vaguely hear what the other party was saying.
"What? When did this happen? Impossible...! Or... wait a minute."
After those people talked to each other for a while, the designer with glasses turned around and looked at Charles with a serious expression.
"I apologize for my recklessness just now. As for the kind of ship that can sail underwater that you mentioned, we need all the designers of Dock No. 3 to discuss it collectively before giving you a plan."
Charles nodded. "Please do it as soon as possible. As long as it can be done, funding is not a problem."
After he said that, he turned and left the dock.
Charles recalled the sound just now and felt as if they had seen a submarine.
"Who else but me can make submarines? No matter who makes them, it would be best if there is a finished product."
Charles knew that it would take at least four to five years to build something like this normally, and even with the help of Earthsea's advanced technology, it would take a long time.
Standing at the port and looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Charles didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Lily, do you want to..." Charles turned his head and found that Lily had disappeared at some point, along with his group of mice.
The mice disappeared, but Charles was not in a hurry. After all, with the help of the rats, ordinary people could not hurt her.
Charles thought about it and raised his hand to stop a car, "Please take me to Steam University."
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(End of this chapter)