When Charles brought Lily back to the ship, it was already 3 a.m. and the little mouse had fallen asleep in his pocket.
Charles sat alone in his room, not feeling sleepy at all, with Anna and Swan's words echoing in his mind.
"Is it true that as Swan himself said, many people wanted to kill him? Did the strongest overlord in the North Sea end up so easily?"
This guess is really hard to believe. Swan's arrogance in trying to rule the entire Earthsea has not yet dissipated, but now it is about to collapse
The environment of the Earth Sea changed so quickly that Charles could not react. It seemed that a lot of things happened while he was away from the shore.
He looked through the window at the cooling British Isles dock. At this time, all the fleets of Hope Island had left the port and floated back to the sea.
Most of Lily's mice have already dispersed. As long as "Rondo" on the other side of the British Isles has any abnormal reaction, whether running or escaping, they will be able to react.
And what Anna wanted to say at the end also made Charles very confused. How did she know about the monster in the water
Charles sat in his room, thinking about these questions, until the dock became noisy again.
With dark circles under his eyes, Charles gathered all the management of the fleet and issued new orders as the Governor of Hope Island.
The entire fleet stopped at the edge of the British Isles, waiting and watching what would happen.
Charles did this for Anna's sake. Although the woman said it lightly, if anything happened to her, he would be able to help.
Of course, if Swan's empire is really on the verge of crumbling, he wouldn't mind giving it a push from behind.
Charles was not going to forget the grudge against the guy who tied him up and put a gun to his head so easily.
Perhaps sensing Charles's different mood, the other crew members on the ship immediately became serious. A faint murderous atmosphere was spreading over the Hope Island Fleet, and the cannonballs and guns were always ready.
However, in the face of Charles' somewhat stressed reaction, the navy of the British Isles seemed to have not noticed it and did not even send a reconnaissance ship.
Soon, Charles had an unexpected visitor.
"Governor Charles, why don't you just dock the ship and let it drift on the sea? Wouldn't that waste fuel?"
Three ship designers holding blueprints in their hands asked with confusion on their faces.
Charles looked at them carefully and found that they were indeed the designers he had met at the dock before, so he pushed the revolver in his sleeve back. "Why are you here?"
The designer with rimless glasses was stunned when he heard this. "Governor, didn't you say that you needed a special ship? We have already found the previous structural drawings."
Charles' eyes slowly swept across their faces, "Your governor... no special instructions?"
"What orders? Oh, don't worry. Designing and building ships is our lifelong career. Even if Governor Swan doesn't ask, as long as it is an order from our shipyard, we will do our best to complete it. This is our essential professional ethics."
After hearing these words, Charles was a little confused. He didn't know what Swan was doing.
He arrested me, offended me completely, and now he wants the people at the shipyard to continue building ships for him? Is this guy schizophrenic
"Governor, here are the blueprints. Please take a look. I originally thought that the kind of ship you mentioned that can sail in the sea was impossible to build, but after looking through the archives, I found that someone built the same strange ship 30 years ago."
Various yellowed drawings were spread out in front of Charles, showing the internal and external cross-sections of each submarine.
Charles ran his hand across the aged drawing, supporting his chin with his hand and thinking about the problem.
Seeing Charles standing there in a daze, several designers looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally the designer with frameless glasses said: "The design from 30 years ago is very outdated. We can improve it and build a new ship with more powerful power and more powerful weapon system."
Charles no longer had time to think about what Swan was doing, but the submarine was right in front of him and he couldn't possibly give it up.
"How long will it take to rebuild one?"
"The blueprints are ready. If it's just a small boat, we need to make the parts first and then assemble them. It will take at least four months. Assembling a surface ship is very fast, and it will take at most two months."
"What if we use your fastest speed? There will be absolutely no problem with the payment."
"If we ask people from other shipyards to help, it will definitely be much faster. But if we do that, all the shipyard parts factories in the British Isles will be forced to stop working. This is obviously impossible. No matter how much money we get, the Navy will not let us do that. All the shipyards are already fully booked in the second half of the year."
After thinking for a moment, Charles looked up and said to them, "You guys do it first. I'll transfer the deposit to you. I'll discuss with your governor how many shipyards can be vacated to assist us."
Watching the three people leaving, Charles's iron fingers kept tapping on the table.
"Lily, did your friends find anything?"
"No, nothing was found on the island, but they said the atmosphere on the island was strange."
"Send all the rats out. I need any movement on the entire island."
"Um!"
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that a good show was about to take place on the British Isles. Perhaps he could also take part in it and get what he wanted.
"Half a year? I can't wait that long. If I take part in this stage play, maybe I can help Anna from the side and kill two birds with one stone."
As time passed, nothing unusual happened to the islanders of the British Isles, but things always happened.
Just half a month after Charles arrived at the British Isles, a thick black smoke began to rise from the center of the island.
Before anyone could react, the black smoke shrank and expanded, and a dark orange mushroom cloud instantly exploded in the center of the island.
A brief second later, a deafening explosion and shock waves wreaked havoc on the island.
The sound was so loud that Charles, who was standing on the boat and looking over there with a telescope, felt his ears piercing.
Seeing this scene, Charles' mouth corners slightly raised, "It looks like a good show is about to begin."
Not long after the explosion, artillery fire, gunshots and riots began to occur. During this time, the black smoke in the factory chimney disappeared, but new black smoke came out from the islanders' residential area.
(End of this chapter)