"By the way, Gao Zhiming, if you want me to keep giving birth and want us to occupy the entire Earth Sea with our children, then forget it. Do you know how much effort I put into giving birth to such a big thing? I lost half my life."
Charles patted Anna's back and said, "You've worked hard. If I had known, I would have stayed by your side."
Hearing this, Anna's mouth corners slightly raised, and a smile appeared on her face. "That's about right, how about it, do you want a fourth round?"
Before he could reply, the perceptive Charles immediately heard footsteps outside the door.
"Governor, the Pope is waiting for you in the church. He asks you to come over as soon as possible."
"Wait for me, I guess that old man wants to talk to me about something important." As Charles got out of bed, the messy clothes around him quickly flew back.
Hearing Charles' footsteps gradually fading away, the naked Anna stood up from the soft big bed.
"Snap!" As Anna clapped her hands lightly, Shanshan appeared in front of her.
"Let's go, Shanshan, we should go back. They haven't seen me for such a long time, they must be worried sick now."
"Your father? He's fine. There are plenty of people to keep him company. It doesn't matter if we're with him or not."
"Swish!" As Anna and Shanshan disappeared in an instant, the room gradually became deserted.
As soon as Charles entered the magnificent Church of the Church of Light on Hope Island, he saw the back of the Pope looking at the sea chart.
"Child, you have been a little slack recently. Has the tenderness of a woman softened your determination to go home?" The Pope said without turning his head.
Charles carefully looked at the Pope's back and asked, "Why? Do I have to report to you whenever I go?"
The Pope turned around with a compassionate look on his face and slowly walked to Charles. "Charles, facing an elderly person who is several times older than you, shouldn't you be polite?"
Charles looked at him indifferently, walked to the stool next to him and sat down. "What do you want me to do?"
"How was the last exploration? Are there any clues to the exit?"
"No." Charles quickly and selectively told the Pope about the ecological park under the deep sea.
"Oh~" The Pope, who was sitting on Charles' right, stroked his beard and nodded in understanding.
"Those guys are really pitiful. Not only are their bodies deformed and their brains demented, but they are also enslaved by a living relic. May the God of Light bless their souls and let them rest in peace."
After the Pope finished praying, he leaned forward and asked, "What was that thing with tentacles and eyeballs all over its body? I sensed a special aura from it."
Charles' eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance. "If you asked me to come here just to chat, then we've talked enough. I have something important to do, so I'll go back first."
Charles said, and walked towards the exit to leave.
"Wait, fellow citizens of the Holy Light Cathedral, we have found some clues from those sinful papers, some clues about the exit."
"What?" Charles turned around and looked at the Pope and asked.
As the Pope raised his hand slightly, a nautical chart on the table next to him quickly unfolded and floated into his hand.
The wrinkled right hand quickly pointed along the longitude and latitude lines on the nautical chart, pointing to a small island chain 700 nautical miles north of Hope Island.
This island chain is a small part of the nautical chart that the Pope had given to Charles before. If what he said is true, then this will undoubtedly be much more convenient than Charles's search for a needle in a haystack.
Of course, the premise is that what the Pope says must be true.
"Door?" Charles glanced at the Pope in surprise. "Did you really just learn about this information recently? Why do I feel like you're always hiding something from me? Tell me what you know."
The Pope slapped his knee and sighed helplessly, "You are too suspicious. Why would I want to harm you? What's the benefit of harming you? To occupy your island? Do you know how many islands the Church of Light has now? Do you think you have a small island like yours?"
"I don't think you're trying to hurt me, you're just using me."
The Pope showed a rare hint of helplessness on his face. "It's too tiring to deal with people like you. If everyone in Earthsea accepted the blessing of light, there wouldn't be so many doubts."
"It would be fine if you were talking about the past, but I saved your life when Swan landed on the island. If I hadn't helped, you would have been crushed to pieces by Swan's descendants. Charles, please show some sincerity."
"I have sent people to seal off those dangerous places you explored before. You see, I am doing my best to be responsible for mankind, right? Our Church of Light is a formal religion that advocates harmony and love."
"If you still don't believe me, then forget it. Our cooperation ends here and we will each look for our own problems. If Swan and his ilk cause trouble for your island in the future, don't blame us, the Church of Light, for not helping our allies."
The Pope's rambling was a little unlike his old self.
Looking at the nautical chart in front of him, Charles quickly assessed the current situation.
If the Pope had not revealed this information, his plan would have been to search these large islands one by one.
Originally, this island chain was located in this large sea area and was also within his exploration plan. Now he just moved these islands a little forward.
After thinking quickly for a while, Charles moved his gaze from the map to the Pope. "Answer me some questions. As long as you can help me solve them, I will explore this island chain."
The Pope flipped his right hand, and two white-shelled eggs appeared in his hand. He took one for himself and held the other in front of Charles. "Eat while you talk."
"You once said that I was a chosen one like you, right? Which god chose me?"
Seeing that Charles didn't eat it, the Pope took the egg back. "You really want to know?"
Charles's mind flashed with twinkle. "Of course."
"Itik. You are Itik's chosen one." After the Pope finished speaking, he closed his eyes and raised his hand gently.
The eggshell in his hand cracked rapidly, floating and closing in front of Charles.
Soon something made of eggshells was taking shape.
Charles moved closer unconsciously; the thing looked familiar to him.
Just as that thing was becoming more and more perfect, a crack suddenly appeared in Charles' sealed memory.
With a "buzz" sound, Charles' body suddenly felt cold, and he suddenly found himself in the dark and cold sea water. There was something hanging in front of him, constantly expanding and contracting.
That hard-to-describe mass of spindle-shaped flesh, its body is not completely solid, and it looks like it is covered with a watercolor filter.
There were many yellow eyes of varying sizes growing on the constantly trembling flesh and blood. In between the eyes, there were all kinds of deformed mouths dripping with black mucus, constantly crowding and roaring.
"Itdick?" This thought flashed through Charles's remaining consciousness.
(End of this chapter)