"Bang~!" Charles fell heavily on the bed, gasping for breath.
"I told you to be gentle. Look, you're already broken. I'll use a file to rub those two teeth off someday. This stuff is a new textile product from Spider Island and it's very hard to buy."
Lying in Charles' arms, Anna, with rosy cheeks, looked at the tattered stockings in her hands with heartache.
"It's no use. I sawed it off myself and it grew right back."
"Can't you just pull it off? You're not a vampire, so you don't need to use it to suck blood."
Anna said as she leaned her head towards Charles's arms.
Charles lowered his head and kissed Anna's hair. "Speaking of which, Anna, do you still have my mirror that turns me into a bat? It might be useful for the next expedition. After all, we need to go to the surface exit."
"No, that thing is very dangerous. If you use it too much, you will turn into a monster. I know your personality. Once you get excited, you won't care about anything else."
Anna just sat up and was taken back by Charles.
At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in front of me, and a pink little girl in a small skirt appeared at the head of the bed. She looked at her family on the bed curiously with her big eyes with yellow cross pupils.
Charles was embarrassed and quickly pulled the thin blanket next to them over the two of them. "Shan...Shan, didn't Lily play with you?"
"Rat... lazy..."
Anna, who was naked, didn't care at all. She just lifted the quilt, walked down, reached out and picked up her daughter.
There are not two short legs under the glittering skirt, but seven or eight soft-looking bright yellow tentacles.
"I have something else to do, so I'll go back first. Remember to install a telegraph on your ship and send me a telegram when you find the exit."
In a flash of white light, the two of them instantly disappeared in front of Charles.
Charles rested his head on the pillow, smelling the body fragrance that lingered in the room, and slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his face.
Everything was going in the right direction, and he liked this feeling.
The next day, in the basement of the Governor's Mansion on Hope Island, it was a spacious place with various training equipment and bull's eyes.
Charles was in the room, quickly getting used to his new eyes.
Although his eyesight was restored, he always felt that his eyes were a little different from before. But if he had to say what the difference was, he couldn't put his finger on it. He just felt that they were not as good as before.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The skeleton bullet accurately hit the moving bull's eye ten meters away.
As soon as Charles put the gun down, gunshots rang out again. This time it was no longer a bullet shot by Charles, but a bullet shot at Charles.
Charles started dodging the moment the navy soldier next to him raised his gun.
Charles' figure quickly turned and moved in the basement, so fast that it left a trail of gray afterimages.
When the gunfire stopped, Charles, who was slightly out of breath, reached into his clothes, took out several shrunken bullets and threw them on the ground.
He felt somewhat dissatisfied with this situation. His eyes needed more training. Otherwise, on the island full of dangers, a slight mistake could result in the loss of his life. He had to get his body back to the best condition.
The maid at the side held a towel in both hands and handed it to Charles. Looking at the muscular body through the bullet holes in his clothes, she blushed and swallowed her saliva quietly.
The butler who was following beside him said with difficulty: "Governor, I want to ask this gentleman to go to the waiting room, but his attitude is very tough and he insists on seeing you in a hurry."
Charles wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and asked, "What did he say again?"
"The Pope asked me to ask you when you plan to set out again."
"Didn't I tell you that my crew members need to rest, and so do I. I've only been back for a few days, so if they can't wait, let him go first."
After Charles finished speaking, he walked into the bathroom next to the training room which had been prepared in advance and began to wash the sweat off his body.
When he came out, he found that the other party had left. This was the fourth time. The old man sent people to urge him every day and he never got tired of it.
After taking a shower, he came to his Governor's Office and began to handle the official business of Hope Island. To be honest, Administrative Minister Leonardo and Admiral Bandage managed Hope very well, so he didn't need to take care of anything.
However, as the governor of Hope Island, he certainly cannot completely ignore it. After all, this is his island. If the situation on the surface is not optimistic, then this will be where he will spend the rest of his life.
As time passed, after quickly understanding the general situation, Charles found that Hope was still quite healthy on the island.
Whether it is finance, military, or education, everything is very healthy. However, this has a lot to do with the fact that Hope Island is a new island that has only been established for three years. Now is the rising period of Hope Island. If any problems arise, they can be solved by issuing decrees.
If it were an island that was hundreds of years old, it would not be that simple. Various interest groups would collude with each other, and it would be difficult to issue any law.
After reading documents for the whole morning, Charles' new eyes felt a little sore, so he asked the maid to bring him some coffee and some raw meat so he could take a rest.
He took a sip of the steaming coffee, then dug out his right eye and placed it on the table.
The black and red spider pounced on the raw meat, stabbing its poisonous pincers into it and injecting digestive fluid.
This is the trouble with spiders eating. They have to use digestive juice to turn meat into broth before they can drink it.
"Hmm? Is this a newly discovered variety of coffee? Why does it taste different from before?"
"I heard that these are seeds that Admiral Bandage improved. They were quickly catalyzed and sent to the Governor's Office. People at the farm said that this new coffee not only has a higher yield, but also tastes better."
Charles was a little surprised. Is this coffee genetically modified? If this ability can be used on bananas, which are the staple food, maybe the yield can be doubled.
"This is a big deal. I need to find time to talk to Bandage about the potential for development in this area."
Unconsciously, Charles' coffee was almost gone. He put down the cup and prepared to continue his work, but he suddenly felt something was wrong. It felt like something was missing.
After thinking for a moment, Charles looked up at the butler beside him and said, "Why didn't you see Lily today? Isn't she usually running around the Governor's Mansion?"
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(End of this chapter)