"We will live here from now on. Although it's a little small, don't worry. I will grow up in two years at most." West led his family into the three-bedroom apartment.
His residence is in a basement next to the port area. Because it is underground, it is a bit damp, but the price is very favorable.
Looking at the room in front of her, which was more than five times larger than her previous home, Elena's eyes were filled with excitement and she looked around excitedly.
The bedroom, the living room, the bathroom and the kitchen, she felt as if she had returned to the time when her husband was still alive.
Don't expect a single man's room to be very tidy, so Elena immediately bent down and began to clean it up.
"Mother, don't be anxious. You must be hungry. I'll take you to the restaurant for dinner first." Putting down everything in his hands, West walked outside with his relatives.
"West, there's a kitchen here. How about I go buy some ingredients and eat at home? It'll be cheaper this way." Poverty made Elena instinctively choose the better solution.
"It's okay, mother, just today." Vesper pulled his mother out of the basement.
A family of four walked into a nicely decorated restaurant, wearing patched clothes, which made them instinctively retreat a little.
Faced with strange looks from all around, West did not show any stage fright. He took them to sit down directly. He had money now.
When faced with the menu, he ordered the most expensive items directly, even though he rarely ate them.
Soon the tender white meat of the lobster's tail made their restlessness disappear.
This is a raw food with black ants hanging on it, and it is drizzled with Hope Island's unique lemon juice. The appetizing appearance made the four people drool.
The formic acid from ants plus the sourness from lemons, the two sour flavors mixed together, make the slightly twitching fresh shrimp meat taste even better.
This was just the first dish, and one after another delicious dishes that we had never seen before were served.
Most of them are new foods created by Hope Island. Today's chefs are no longer satisfied with various fruits and have begun to develop various insects on Hope Island.
No matter what the ingredients are, they taste delicious.
When the translucent green pudding was finally served as dessert, the lunch finally came to an end.
"Brother, look, there is a transparent spider moving inside this pudding! It's so fun!"
West touched her head with his hand, then raised his hand to call the waiter for the bill, but was told that someone had already paid the bill for him.
Following the waiter's hand, West saw Planck, the fat chef of the Narwhal, waving his fork at him at the table in the distance.
"The food in this restaurant is good. I hope to open a similar restaurant one day." Plank said with a smile to West who was walking over.
"Thank you. I'll treat you to a drink some other day. My family just came and I need to spend some time with them." West was about to go back when he was stopped by Plankton.
"The Captain is back, did you know?"
"Of course I know. I just saw him."
"I think the next mission will be much more difficult than before. I suggest you use your previous salary to buy a life-saving relic. Although that thing is dangerous, it can save lives at critical moments."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across West's face. All his money was used to buy a house, so he had no money to buy relics.
"Did you buy it?" West asked.
"Okay, I'll think about it." West left the restaurant with his family. —————————
In the Governor's Palace on Hope Island, Charles leaned back in a black leather chair, looking at the two people on his left and right. They represented the Church of Light and the Explorers Association respectively.
One is Cardinal Huen of the Church of Light, and the other is George, the head of the Hope Island Explorers Association.
"That's what happened. I know it's hard to believe, but it happened."
The atmosphere in the hall was a little depressing, as if even the air was frightened by what Charles had just said.
"So what you mean is that the Pope was killed by the evil god summoned by Swan?"
Charles looked at Hu En without saying anything. The meaning was of course self-evident. Since he hadn't come back yet, death was likely to be the case.
"Absolutely impossible! The Pope is the Chosen One!! He is the only one who possesses the power of the God of Light! The evil god in the water can never hurt him!" There was a hint of fear in Hu En's face amidst anger, as if his faith was about to collapse.
Who is more powerful, the God of Light or the so-called reveler? Charles didn't know.
But the other party, the reveler, was in his true form, and the Pope was just the chosen one. In this comparison, the Pope's death was reasonable. Although I don't know why he didn't run away.
"Governor." George, the man with a small mustache from the Explorers Association, stood up next to him. His expression was very serious.
"If what you said is true, then this will be a major event that concerns the lives of all human beings in the ocean! I must report it to the president immediately! Please forgive me for my impoliteness." After he said that, he left in a hurry.
Seeing the other party leave, Hu En of the Church of Light stood up and wanted to leave as well. He muttered that he wanted to go to the sanctuary and ask the God of Light in person.
Charles was too lazy to pay attention. That broken fireball was hanging in the sky all day long. There was no way he would get anything out of it by asking it.
Charles stood up and walked towards the bedroom. As soon as he got ashore, he was blocked by these two people. He was a little tired and wanted to take a nap to rest.
But before he reached the bedroom, Feuerbach and an old man blocked his way.
The second mate of the Narwhal said with a bit of helplessness on his face: "Captain, don't look at me like that. I don't want to, but those guys who are repairing the ship are quarreling again."
Charles recognized the old man next to Feuerbach. He was one of the first designers he contacted, the one wearing rimless glasses.
Charles turned his head and looked at him. "With so many of you, can't you even build a submarine? We had the blueprints in the British Isles before."
The old man with the glasses stepped forward and said, "It doesn't matter if there is no blueprint. I can even draw it again. But the British Isles are not the same as your islands."
"Our British Isles have a mature industrial chain. What do you have here? Some of the parts in the shipyard are imported from our British Isles!"
Charles rubbed his swollen forehead. "Then how can you build a submarine?"
"I need 100 workers in related professions and 40 supporting manufacturers, including special steel plates, thrusters, anechoic tiles and sonars. I also need..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Charles interrupted him and pointed in the direction of the dock.
"I don't have the things you want. There are only so many materials at the dock. Find a way to build me a submarine. I said that you can only go back if the submarine is built. Otherwise, you will live here for the rest of your life."
(End of this chapter)