In the Governor's Mansion on Hope Island, Charles looked up at the huge sea chart on the wall in front of him. A completely transparent tentacle stretched out from his back, supporting him on the ground and slowly lifting him off the ground.
Charles' body floated to the destination sea area and carefully observed the details of the nautical chart.
The island chain given by the Pope is very interesting. There are 7 islands in just 100 square miles. This island density is surprisingly crowded even in the sea.
Unless it is an archipelago, individual islands would not be so crowded together.
"They are not far from each other. Maybe I can explore several islands at once, which will save time." Charles thought about this problem while touching his chin with his hand.
After thinking for a moment, he pointed lightly at an island in front of him.
"Feuerbach, our destination is the island at the forefront of this island chain. If the ship is not damaged too much after exploring this island, we will continue to explore the island on the upper left."
Feuerbach, who was sitting at his desk, nodded. He took the ruler from his mouth and drew on the sea chart in front of him, planning the shortest route.
In order to calculate the optimal solution for the various fuels and food that the Narwhal needs to carry.
Charles floated down and also joined in the work of painting the route.
Soon the captain and the second mate of the Narwhal planned the route.
"Captain, this voyage will probably be easier. The Explorers Association has already discovered a safe route of several hundred nautical miles in this direction, and navigation marks have also been put up," said Feuerbach.
"What are they exploring here for?" Charles took the chart and looked for details he hadn't noticed.
"Of course we're looking for an island! Our Hope Island is the northernmost part of the entire sea. Ahead is a sea area that no one has ever explored. Opportunities and dangers coexist. Being stimulated by you, the explorers are very passionate! Everyone is eager to find a living island like you."
"Did they gain anything?"
"It's true. Apart from all the messy and dangerous islands, a man named Le Fuling actually found an interesting island. Although the island is barren and has no fresh water, the sea water around the island is like a slow whirlpool, and all kinds of floating objects drifting on the sea are accumulated there."
"Ignore them. What's the use of a dead island without even fresh water? Pay attention to what I told you to collect from the Navy Intelligence Department. That information is very important to me."
Feuerbach's face suddenly straightened. "Collect all clues about the god Itik? No problem. All the major island bases in the North Sea have received the task, and they will try their best to collect it."
"We should also send people to other sea areas. Even though the journey is long, there may be clues in those places."
"Got it, but Captain, why are you looking for clues about Idik? In my opinion, the less the gods know, the better. There are many people on the sea who are curious about the gods, but in the end they either die or become crazy like the Futan Cult."
Charles did not tell Feuerbach the whole story of the incident, but directly ordered him to hand over any clues to him as soon as possible.
Judging from Shanshan's situation, as well as Siwang and the Pope who are also chosen by God, there is a huge power hidden in his body now, but this power is not what he wants to possess.
Since the Pope has no solution, I can't just sit there and wait for death. I have to find a way to deal with it myself.
Even if there is no way to remove the divine choice, finding control over this power within the body does not seem to be a solution.
He didn't like situations where things were out of his control. It felt more like carrying a bomb with an unknown countdown.
"Okay, Captain. I'll be leaving now. You can continue with your work."
Just as Feuerbach opened the door, Linda walked in. She knocked on the door with her hand, her expression always cold. "Captain, the teacher asked me to tell you that those people are ready to make prosthetic limbs for you."
Hearing this, Charles' mood couldn't help but improve. Life without his left hand was really uncomfortable. Even though he now had a tentacle substitute, he still couldn't change his decades-old habits.
He excitedly rushed out of the Governor's Mansion with Linda. "Why, has their company decided who will take the lead?"
"No, they just heard that the Governor of Hope Island wanted prosthetic limbs, so these people decided to stop everything and put aside the argument to meet your needs first."
"Oh? My name has this function?" For the first time, Charles felt that his identity was quite useful.
Just as Linda got into the car, Charles suddenly looked at the two round wounds on her neck.
"What happened to your neck? Did you lose the card game with Odrick, too?"
Linda got into the car without saying anything, and seeing that the other party didn't want to mention it, Charles didn't ask any more questions.
At least it was impossible that Audric attacked her. The blind vampire's character was a bit weak, and he was even a little afraid of Linda.
Soon they arrived at a gorgeous cafe in the center of the island, but there were no customers inside. All the tables and chairs were moved to the side. It seemed that the other party had cleared the place deliberately to please Charles.
A row of men stood neatly at the door to greet Charles. A middle-aged man in leather and square glasses stepped forward with a smile and said, "Dear Sir Charles, Gear and Magic welcomes you. I am Hand, the head of the Hope Island branch."
"Stop talking nonsense and get started." Charles took off his captain's uniform, revealing his bare left half.
"Oh? Governor, it looks like there is one less section this time than last time."
As Hand waved his hand, a smiling boy next to him took a strange hemispherical mechanical device and buckled it on the broken part of Charles.
As the young man turned the spring on the machine, the hemispherical machine extended various discs and pressed lightly on Charles' port, as if measuring Charles' gap.
"Why is this time different from last time?" Charles asked curiously.
"Of course that's different. This time we're making prosthetic limbs for the distinguished Governor General, so of course our company has to bring out the best. By the way, Governor General, do you need anything else installed on your prosthetic limbs besides the chainsaw and the anchor hook? Don't worry, as long as we have it, we will definitely give you the best."
Thinking of the previous exploration, Charles looked at the flattering face of the middle-aged man in front of him and asked, "How is the ability to resist water pressure? I may use prosthetic limbs in the deep sea."
Hand was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded, "Of course, that's no problem. We can use the best alloy to make your prosthesis, and it will definitely have no problem with its ability to withstand pressure. Apart from this, what else do you need?"
(End of this chapter)