The Pope seemed very angry about Charles' eye injury and yelled at him in a rage.
Faced with this situation, Charles certainly would not give any good face and fought back with a tough attitude.
In the end, the two parted on bad terms. This was the first time that they had such a bad relationship.
Seeing the gloomy Pope rushing out of the room, the doctor pushed the wheelchair to Charles' side and said unexpectedly: "He cares about you so much?"
Charles raised his lips slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. "Do you think it's possible? He's probably worried that I can no longer help him explore the island. It's not easy to find a reliable tool like me."
Looking at Charles' eyes wrapped in gauze, the doctor sighed helplessly again. "What about your eyes? Or do you plan to retire and stay on the island?"
"Install a prosthetic eye? How come those guys can't do it?" Charles' heart was a little hanging.
The doctor shook his head. "Eyes are like muscles. Their artificial eyes are not as good as real eyes. What's the use of artificial eyes that can only see some fuzzy outlines? No matter how good they are, they are not as good as your own."
"Can you only see the outlines and lines clearly?" Charles tried to imagine that special world in the dark world, but he couldn't imagine what the scene was like.
"It's okay, it's better to have something than nothing." Charles seemed very optimistic about this.
With a creaking sound, Charles heard hurried footsteps, which were very familiar to him, they were Dipper's.
"Why are you alone here? Where are the people from their company?" Charles asked in the direction of the voice.
"Captain, I originally brought all of them here, but the Pope drove them all away. He said that he would find a way to restore your eyes."
Charles was really surprised by the Pope's action. He was just arguing with him, but in the blink of an eye, he started to help him.
But after thinking about it carefully, it made sense. He couldn't go out to sea again, and his interests were also hit.
He said that as long as they found the exit on the surface, the God of Light would be able to escape. Anyone who didn't help him at this critical moment would only prolong the time it would take for the God of Light to escape.
"Finally, we have an ally. I thought he was just looking to sit back and reap the benefits. Oh, I was so busy arguing with him just now that I forgot to tell him that I found the map to the surface exit."
Charles stood up after he finished speaking, and Dipper beside him hurried over to support him, but was gently pushed away by him.
"Okay, I don't need your help here, go home, your Alia must have missed you for a long time."
Dipper's voice sounded very surprised. "Mr. Charles, why do you say that? What do you mean by my Alia? She was just my former subordinate."
Charles turned his head towards the direction of the voice, "Subordinates? Which subordinate dares to help you escape from prison and help you plan an escape route?"
"Then this only means that she is loyal!"
Charles felt a little helpless. He pointed to the left with his hand and said, "Get out. I thought I was slow enough, but I didn't expect you to be even slower than me."
"Well, I'm going home first. And Captain, the direction you are pointing is not the door but the wall." Dipper walked away quickly.
Charles took his hand back somewhat awkwardly and asked the doctor next to him, "Doctor, how is your research on relics going?"
As a result, Charles asked for a long time and found no response. After listening quietly for a while, he realized that the doctor had fallen asleep in the wheelchair.
"Sure enough, no matter how much he tries to show off, this old guy is still old."
Charles groped the wall, slowly opened the door, pushed it open and walked out.
No newspaper dared to report the Governor's blindness, and no one dared to discuss it publicly.
But the news spread across the island at an unimaginable speed.
After receiving his reward, West happily returned to his basement, when he saw his mother coming towards him with worry in her eyes.
"West, is what they said true? Is the Governor really blind? What about you? Are you injured? Take off your clothes and let me check."
West pushed his mother's hand away in panic, "Mom, it's okay, it's really okay, I'm just a sailor, I clean the deck and organize the cargo hold when I'm on board, and carry food and water when I'm off the ship. What can happen to me?"
"Really? Don't lie to me."
"Really, really. Except for the captain's eye injury, no one died on our ship this time. We all returned safely." West's words were firm and he became more and more skilled in lying.
Seeing her son say this, Elena was relieved. "That's good, as long as everything is safe. Don't let anything happen again. By the way, why don't you quit your job? I saw that the post office is recruiting postmen. There are more than 3,000 responses a month."
Upon hearing this meager income, West showed a trace of disdain on his face. If he was still the boy who carried bags at the dock, he might be extremely happy, but he is not like that now.
As a sailor on an exploration ship, he already looked down on this mundane job.
"Mother, please don't worry about me. I can handle my own affairs. I have finally come back, let's go out for a good meal." He called his younger brothers and sisters and pushed his mother towards the door.
Walking on the busy street, West was ready to go back to the luxurious restaurant in the heart of the island that he had been to before, but his mother didn't think so. She thought it was too expensive and not worth having a meal there.
In the end, West couldn't convince his mother and went to a lower-end civilian restaurant. Although the dishes were quite good, they were obviously not as exquisite as before.
But seeing his family enjoying the meal, he didn't say anything else.
After eating and drinking, they walked towards home. West looked at the smile on his mother's face, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose. "Mom, you look very happy. Don't worry, we can afford to eat at a restaurant like the one just now every day."
Elena raised her head slightly and looked at her older son who was a head taller than her. She said with some emotion: "West, I'm not happy to eat delicious food. I'm happy that my son is back home safely."
West avoided looking at his mother a little. He understood the meaning behind her words, but he didn't want to give up. This was his highest paying job at the moment.
And to be honest, working with those big shots gave his vanity great satisfaction. He felt that at this moment, he was no longer a poor boy with nothing, but a teammate of those big shots.
Thanks to Dongdong Qiangdong for the 500 reward, thanks to Wohaoxiushea for the 1000 reward, and thank you all for your support.
(End of this chapter)