Seeing Charles frowning in thought, Hand leaned closer and said, "Governor, I believe you can get better weapons than us. I recommend our optimized relic placement. We allow you to put some of your smaller relics into the prosthesis so that you can take them out at any time, like this."
As he spoke, he placed his white-gloved right hand in front of Charles.
With a crackling sound, the white gloves were torn apart instantly, and a bronze metal prosthesis appeared in front of Charles.
"Click, click, click~" the sound of gears turning continued to ring out, and his metal index finger was split directly in half from the middle. A small glass dagger as thin as paper popped out and was easily grasped by him.
"You see, this not only saves time in drawing weapons, but also achieves the effect of surprise. In the past, many soldiers in the British Isles customized this service."
"Okay." Charles took out all the relics, "These are my relics. Put them into the prosthesis."
At this moment, Charles suddenly thought of something. After thinking for a moment, he took out his cell phone. "Put this in too."
There aren't many of Charles' belongings left, and they should all fit inside the prosthesis.
Looking at the small black mirror in front of him, Hand felt a little surprised. He hoped that the Governor of Hope Island's relics were really special.
But as a qualified businessman, Hand knew what to ask and what not to ask. His five fingers cracked directly and began to measure the size of various relics.
"Of course, if you want any new relics in the future, you can let us know and we will come to your house and redesign them for you in person."
Looking at Hand's skilled measurement data, Charles couldn't help but feel a little curious about this prosthetics company. "I heard that your boss is from the British Isles?"
"Yes, but he is dead. Speaking of which, the Governor of the British Isles, Swann, had shares in our company before, and then this happened suddenly."
"I'm afraid the days ahead will be difficult. The Yellow Robe Wizards of the West Sea, who previously partnered with the boss, are planning to work alone. But don't they know that in our current situation, no matter how big the conflict is, we should unite together?"
“If we really want to separate, without any backing, all the branch’s assets will soon be completely seized by the greedy governors of those islands.
"What's so great about knowing magic? You haven't seen how arrogant they are. What era is this? The era of differential machines and cannons! These stubborn old antiques will be abandoned sooner or later."
When Hand said this, he immediately realized that there was a governor next to him, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Governor Charles, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about other greedy governors."
"I know. Just hurry up as much as you can. I'm not here to listen to your complaints."
Seeing that Charles was not angry, Hand stopped talking and quickly got back to his work.
Soon they drew the magic circle on the ground. With so many people helping, this time the formation was obviously much larger than before, and the transmission speed was also much faster.
As the candles filled the magic circle, a pure black metal prosthetic limb appeared in the center of the magic circle.
The black shell was engraved with various complicated patterns, including half of the left chest, upper arm, forearm, and palm. The more Charles looked at it, the more he liked it.
"Buzz~" The black conical pipe of the steel prosthesis was directly inserted into the gap of Charles, and trickles of blood flowed down the gap between the machine and flesh.
When the pale blue soul howled and drilled into the prosthesis, Charles felt his left hand returned again.
Charles opened his hands and then clenched them, feeling something was different. This time the prosthesis was obviously much better than the previous ones.
As his mind moved, his metal ring finger bounced upwards, and a ring appeared directly in his hand. It was his invisibility ring, and his body quickly disappeared from the spot.
"I'm very satisfied. You can go to Hope Island Finance Department to settle the total amount." Charles said as he touched his new prosthesis.
"As long as His Excellency the Governor likes it, it is our honor to serve His Excellency the Governor. In the future, our company will take care of the replacement and repair of His Excellency the Governor's prosthetic limbs. However, we have a small request. Of course, I am just asking, and it doesn't matter if you disagree."
"any request?"
"Please allow us to include your name when promoting the prosthetic limbs, Your Excellency the Governor."
Charles couldn't help but look at him. This guy really knows how to do business. He actually thought of using himself to advertise.
"Okay, you can try it." Charles turned and walked out of the cafe. He couldn't wait to try his new prosthesis.
As soon as Charles left, the person next to him came up to him and said with a worried look on his face: "Mr. Hand, are you really sure about this? We have already used 70% of the funds of this base to make this prosthesis, and you are just going to give it away for nothing?"
"What do you know? Money in the bank is just some paper. Only by exchanging it for other things can we ensure the continuation of our company. The name of the Governor of Hope Island is one of them. With his powerful strength, other forces will have to think carefully before making any move against us."
The five days passed quickly, and soon it was time for Charles to set sail again.
On the bustling and noisy dock, Elizabeth hugged Charles reluctantly and whispered in his ear.
"Can't it be a few days later? We finally got together. I really can't bear to leave you." There was a hint of complaint in Elizabeth's slightly magnetic voice.
"Sorry, I'll spend some time with you once I'm done with my stuff, but not now."
"Okay, I'll wait. You can't go back on your word." After saying that, Elizabeth lowered her head and gently pressed a red lip print on Charles' neck, then let go of her hands.
Charles swept his eyes across the crowd on the dock. They were all officials from Hope Island. No matter what they thought, they came to see him off voluntarily.
"Captain, the first mate hasn't come back yet. Are we the only ones going out to sea now?" In the sea, the second mate riding on the red shark asked Charles.
"I don't think he can make it back. God knows where the place he mentioned is. Let him have some rest. He almost died last time. Narwhal, pull—"
Just as Charles was saying this, he suddenly saw a white dot appear on the dark sea in the distance. As the white dot slowly approached, he realized that it was a passenger ship.
As Charles squinted his eyes, he saw a man standing on the bow, wrapped in brand new white bandages, constantly waving flags at this side, with a smile on his face.
"Haha, it seems our first mate has returned. Narwhal, weigh anchor and set sail!"
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(End of this chapter)