Charles looked down at the ants on the ground, his eyes fixed on them as they crawled in and out of the cave. "Are we humans destined to be nothing more than ants in front of them?"
"No! Of course not! Our great God of Light is different. He is a great being, a merciful being—"
"That's enough!" Charles interrupted the Pope's propaganda about his religion. He immediately showed an irritated expression on his face.
"If you can't find a solution, then you can't find a solution. Why are you talking about all this nonsense?"
"No, of course there is a way. You just need to find the exit on the surface. I told you before that as long as you find the exit on the surface, the Almighty God of Light will be able to escape. As long as he can get out of this predicament, it will be a piece of cake for Him to help you get rid of Idik's gaze."
There was a hint of contempt on Charles' face. After talking for a long time, he still wanted him to leave as soon as possible. He turned around and walked out of the banana field without looking back.
"Kid, hurry up, don't make me rush you." The Pope shouted at Charles behind him.
Watching Charles' back as he quickly walked out of the banana field, the Pope folded his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the Church of Light like an ordinary old man.
When he arrived at the church door, he saw a believer concentrating on reading an internal newspaper of the Church of Light.
The Pope did not disturb him, but stood behind him and peeked over his shoulder at the newspaper.
"My fellow believers, my fellow countrymen, the evil crimes committed by the Futan Church have been known to the world, and their major dioceses are shrinking rapidly. The vacant dioceses have been completely occupied by our dedicated missionaries!"
"Of course, our great Pope is indispensable. We used cameras to capture the majestic moment when the Pope defeated Longka with the huge spire from all angles. With the publicity of these photos, the prestige of our Church of Light has been greatly spread."
"Because of these two things, the number of our new compatriots has increased rapidly recently! There are not enough blessing needles for blessing, and the craftsmen are working overtime to create them!!"
"According to the current momentum, it is expected that in three months at the earliest, the number of our compatriots will exceed 10 million!! Long live the God of Light!!!"
The believer who was actually reading the newspaper seemed very excited, his hands were a little unsteady, and he couldn't help but shout out loud at the end, "Long live the God of Light!!"
At this moment, he noticed the Pope behind him, and immediately lowered his head and handed him the newspaper with trembling hands.
The Pope did not take the newspaper. Instead, he touched his head with a smile and turned to walk towards the prayer room.
His steps were light and the joy on his face could not be concealed, and in the end he even couldn't help humming a song.
In the deserted Governor's Mansion on Hope Island, Charles walked silently towards his bedroom. As he walked, he thought about what the Pope had just said.
To be honest, his ant theory can only be believed half at most. In addition, the Church of Light and the God of Futan are mortal enemies, so the possibility of slandering the other side may be higher.
At least if the gods really didn't care about humans, then why would the bandages bring down a curse because of a failed sacrifice
If the gods really don't care about humans, then why would they go to the British Isles just to sacrifice the entire island's human population because of Swan
"Humans are not ants. Even if they were ants, if they used pincers to pinch them, they would still hurt them!"
When Charles first thought of this, he was suddenly stunned. Why did he have such an idea? Was he also led astray by Anna
He smiled, took two quick steps to his bedroom, and turned the doorknob in front of him gently. "Anna, I almost let you..."
Looking at the empty room, Charles slowly put his hand down and took a deep breath.
He walked in and slowly tidied up the messy room. He seemed to still hear Anna's sweet voice and Shanshan's shouts in his ears.
"Perhaps living with her in Earthsea like this is not such a bad choice."
Just as Charles was thinking this, he suddenly heard messy footsteps coming from behind him, and it sounded like there were quite a few people.
"Captain! We all agree that we can't go on like this. That woman is really dangerous! Since you said she has never modified your memory, let Mr. Finn check it out. He is also good at this! As long as he checks, he will know whether she has modified your memory to the extent possible!!" James said with a serious expression.
"My dear, I heard from my subordinates that you call a group of floating monsters your daughter? I'm not saying that I want to occupy you. I really think that woman must have modified your memory." This is Elizabeth's voice.
Glancing at Elizabeth and the old magician Finn Gaunt behind the crew, Charles showed a bitter smile on his face.
Looking at the way they are mobilizing such a large force, if Anna hadn't left, they would probably have started a fight.
"Then you might have made a wasted trip. Anna just left."
"Leave? Impossible! I temporarily blocked the dock, and not even half of the ships can get out!"
Charles placed the folded sheets in his hand on the bed. "Okay, don't waste your energy on unnecessary things. Now that we have rested enough, we will go out to sea in five days. The chief engineer will prepare the fuel, the boatswain will change the ropes and inspect the condition of the ship, the cook will prepare the food, and the second mate will plan the route with me."
"yes!"
"yes!"
The crew of the Narwhal looked at each other for a few seconds, then immediately turned around and rushed towards the door.
Elizabeth slowly approached Charles and gently touched his shoulder with her broad shoulder. "Is she really gone?"
"Why would I lie to you? Of course I'm gone."
Elizabeth's soft body slowly leaned in. "So, we only have five days left together?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more wrong, Charles quickly stopped her and said, "Wait, there are other people here."
Finn Gaunt at the door cleared his cough and prepared to leave secretly.
"Wait, Mr. Finn, don't leave yet. I just need your help here."
"Governor Charles, you are too polite. Please feel free to ask me when you need me. We are allies."
"Do you still have the materials for the personality-erasing potion?"
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The dank Hope Island prison cell for serious criminals was empty at this time. Everyone had been taken out to work, so much so that Charles' footsteps echoed.
With a "click", the innermost steel door was opened.
"Stand up!" Charles' sudden roar frightened the warden next to him, and he shuddered violently.
"Captain, you finally come to see me? I thought you were going to lock me up forever." Dipper put down the notebook in his hand and looked at the people in front of him calmly.
Charles looked at the former boatswain in front of him with a complicated expression. After watching him for more than ten seconds, he asked, "Which personality came up with the idea to turn me into a deep diver that day?"
(End of this chapter)