"Margaret, I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and talk to me." Charles returned to the drawing board and started painting again.
Margaret showed a little struggle on her face, and finally she stepped forward.
"What happened to your face? Who did it?"
Margaret did not answer, and with a cold expression, she tried to get the conversation back on track.
"Governor Charles, do you think that favors are not enough? As long as I take back Hefang, other conditions can be negotiated."
Charles turned his eyes away from the painting in front of him and looked at Margaret beside him.
"Brush." The drawing on Charles's drawing board was taken down and handed over. It was a pencil sketch.
The background is the deck of a ship, and inside is a young girl, holding food in both hands and giving it to the slave next to her. That is when they first met.
The eyes of the beautiful girl are full of innocence and pure like an angel.
"Actually, compared to you now, I think you were better looking before, not just in your face."
Looking at her past self on the drawing paper, Margaret seemed to be touched by something.
Margaret took a step forward with a slightly trembling expression. "Governor Charles, what do you want in exchange for lending me the boat? Is my kindness in saving you worthless?"
Charles walked up to her and looked into her eyes. He could see something in the woman's gaze that he once had.
Obsession, extreme obsession, the obsession of doing everything possible to achieve a certain goal.
Charles reached out his hand, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will lend you the boat and the people, but I hope you can face the things in your heart thoroughly, otherwise one day it will destroy you. That feeling of despair is more painful than death."
"Crack" something seemed to crack in Margaret's heart, but the scene before her father, mother and brother's death quickly covered it up.
The slender arms shook slightly, shaking Charles' arms away.
Margaret, with an agitated expression, took out a dagger and cut her arm, and several black stones covered in blood were pulled out by her.
While Charles was stunned, she quickly cut open Charles' right palm and stuffed the stones in. "The Cavendish family never begs for charity from others. Since my favor of saving you is worthless, this can definitely be exchanged for the reward of your fleet!"
After Margaret finished speaking, she turned around and left with the drawing paper in her hand.
Charles looked at the scar that was healing quickly in his hand, his expression was a little confused. What happened to this girl? What did this mean
Charles actually didn't know much about Margaret, except that he had rescued her from Sodomy, and he didn't know much about her afterwards.
Hearing that she had saved him before, Charles showed kindness to her, but the other party did not seem to appreciate it.
Watching Margaret's figure getting farther and farther away, Charles didn't intend to chase her. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
From the shadows, a mouse holding half a piece of sugar quickly came out. Charles quickly wrote on the drawing paper, folded it into small pieces and gave it to the mouse.
"Send it to Feuerbach, and ask him to lend a fleet to Margaret to conquer Hefang Island."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~" The mouse quickly ran out with the paper bag in its mouth.
"What did she put in my hand?" Charles took out the black blade and prepared to cut his palm open to take out the thing.
The blade slid along the lines of his palm, and what surprised Charles was that there was only a small cut on his palm, and not even blood was shed.
"What's going on?" Charles scratched his palm again, and a blood mark appeared on the palm of his hand.
And it healed rapidly thanks to Charles' powerful recovery ability.
Charles put his fingers into his palm and quickly pulled out the stone.
Charles slashed at the bloody palm again, and this time the defense was obviously lower.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the knife almost chopped off the entire palm.
Charles stood in the sun, observing the small stone in the hand of his prosthetic limb. "Can this thing increase the body's defense?"
Somehow, Charles immediately thought of Margaret's Governor of Hefang Island, who could directly attack with cannons.
Maybe that's why he's not afraid of bombardment.
Charles stretched out his hand, stuffed the stones into the wound again, and began to test the changes in his body with various attacks.
First of all, in terms of defense, as long as this stone is buried in the body, one's skin will be almost as hard as iron.
Even with an extremely sharp weapon like the black blade, it is difficult to draw blood without using much force.
Its defense against impact is even better, with ordinary bullets only leaving a shallow dent on its body.
This is just one aspect. Another aspect is the change in strength. This stone can obviously increase strength.
Charles looked around and walked towards the towering coconut trees beside him.
He clenched his right fist and leaned his forearm against the tree trunk. Then he swung his forearm suddenly and smashed it hard against the trunk. With wood chips flying everywhere, the entire coconut tree fell to the ground in an instant.
The sound immediately attracted the attention of the islanders nearby, but when they saw Charles standing in the sun intact, they immediately withdrew their gazes.
On the Island of Hope, the only one who could stand under the sun and remain safe and sound was the respected Governor. The believers of the Church of Light said that this was his reward for finding the land of light.
Charles looked at his arm with a shocked expression. To be honest, he was quite strong. With the clown mask amplifying his body, his strength had reached the limit of the human body.
But now, his strength has completely exceeded the limitations of human beings. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a human tank.
This is a good thing, a very good thing. If you really compare it, the lease of a fleet cannot compare to such a good thing.
Charles wanted to go find Margaret to ask, but after turning around and taking two steps, he thought better of it.
She seemed to be trying to completely distance herself from me by doing this, and it would only be more embarrassing for me to go look for her.
"I hope she can come to terms with it." Charles walked to the drawing board, picked up the paintbrush and prepared to mix the colors.
With a "snap", he broke the brush into three parts.
Charles stared at the broken paintbrush in a daze. He was a little overwhelmed by the sudden increase in strength.
Seeing this, he was too lazy to paint anymore. Charles put away the drawing board and prepared to go back. He had to go back and get used to this powerful force first, otherwise no matter how many brushes he had, they would not be enough for him to fold.
When Charles walked into the sunshade, the islanders immediately spread out in a large circle, looking at him with respect and admiration in their eyes.
Charles didn't bother to pay attention to all this and walked quickly towards the Governor's Palace.
There is a training ground and a design room behind the Governor's Mansion, with equipment that can help him quickly adapt to the sudden increase in strength.
Just as Charles was walking quickly down the street toward home, a child's voice suddenly came from the side. "Mom, look, that's the crazy man with a broken arm at our doorstep!"
(End of this chapter)