"What? Your God wants to chat with me?"
The Pope smiled and shook his head, and said to Charles: "Of course not, what I mean is-"
Charles suddenly blocked it with his hand, took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and stood up and walked out. "I'm not free today. Come to my boat at ten o'clock tomorrow morning and we can have a good chat."
"Hey~What are you doing—" Before the Pope could finish his words, Charles rushed out.
The other party's words made him alert. The Pope seemed to be trying to find out the situation on the surface. He couldn't just answer him like that. He had to find a way to deal with it.
God knows what the Pope and the God of Light behind him are planning. If they intend to invade the surface, then he would rather not go back.
However, just as the Pope opened his mouth, he suddenly thought of a solution.
Stepping on the shaking waves, Charles quickly rushed back to the Narwhal, and with a strong pull of the extended rope, he was back on the deck.
Pushing aside the crew who were preparing to clean the deck, Charles quickly rushed to the captain's room.
The door opened with a "click", and various portraits in the captain's room were scattered on the floor. All the paintings were of Lily, some in the form of a mouse, and some in the form of a human. Lily was smiling happily in all the paintings.
Looking at these portraits, the faint excitement on Charles' face slowly faded.
He bent down, picked up the portraits with his trembling hands, and placed them carefully on the table.
After doing all this, Charles grabbed the empty bottle on the table and poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, then put his head under the bed and started searching quickly.
Soon, a dusty old bronze printer appeared in front of Charles. This was the mind printer that he had found with great difficulty on the seabed.
I used it once before and haven't used it much since, so it has been gathering dust here.
The next second, the printer started moving and a piece of paper was quickly printed out.
"With this thing, I can know whether the Pope is telling the truth or not, and also understand his real purpose." Written on the paper were Charles' thoughts just now.
After a quick look, Charles finally decided to put the printer back under the bed.
No other place is suitable, only this place can fit it.
Lying in his bed, Charles thought about the questions the Pope would definitely ask tomorrow and the questions he would ask himself.
This is an opportunity, a great opportunity to find out the other party's background.
Time passed quickly, and the next day the Pope arrived as promised, but he looked a little unhappy. "Why do I have to come to you? Does it make any difference?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and sit down. Ask whatever you want to ask quickly. I still have to inspect the ship later." Charles, who was occupying the only stool, pointed to the single bed next to him.
"I believe you are from the surface, and the great God of Light also believes that, so I want to ask about the specific situation up there." The Pope said to Charles while sitting on the bed.
Although the Pope only asked a simple question, it revealed a lot of information.
First of all, the other party doesn’t know the specific situation on the surface. Either it came down a long time ago, or it has never gone up there.
However, considering that the other party knows how to disassemble the computer memory, the second possibility is the most likely.
"Who exactly is your God?" Charles asked the question he had prepared long ago.
"I can tell you. We can exchange information. I'll tell you as much as you tell me. What is the origin of your god? I don't think He is a god from the sea, right?"
The Pope showed a look of contempt on his face. "Don't compare those things in the sea with our great God of Light. They are unclean and filthy. Comparing them with them is simply slandering our God."
"Then tell me the origin of your God. Don't try to fool me with some omniscient and omnipotent creator god. Tell me something real."
The Pope smiled smugly and slowly said, "You people on the surface should also have faith, right? What is the God of Light? It's very simple. The God of Light is what you people on the surface call God, the real God."
Charles smiled coldly in his heart. "Such a powerful god. Who sealed him?"
When the Pope heard Charles' question, he was a little indignant. "Something in the sea is conspiring with guys from other places. They sealed my God at the beginning of his birth."
"At the beginning of the birth of God? Some things in the sea, and conspiring with guys from other places?" Charles pondered the meaning of this sentence carefully.
First of all, the God of Light was born in Earthsea, which confirmed Charles' previous guess that the other party had never been there.
Secondly, the God of Light is more powerful than ordinary gods and is full of threats to gods, otherwise those gods would not have joined forces for no reason and sealed the God of Light.
Charles tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, and after a long moment, he looked up at the Pope.
"Does your god have anything to do with Dawn-1?"
"Dawn-1? It's just an activated nuclear fusion power station. It's not worthy of being compared with the God of Light. Of course, it has now been converted by us into a believer of the God of Light, so it is one of our brothers and sisters."
Charles' pupils suddenly shrank. The other party knew more about the surface than he thought.
"Maybe our God looks a bit like it, but God is God. It can create everything with just one thought, and it can destroy the world with just one thought."
Charles looked at him blankly, not knowing what expression to use to treat him.
"Kid, you don't believe it again, right?"
"No, I believe it. Please continue."
"For such a powerful being to resurrect a little mouse, don't you think it would be easy?" The Pope said this slowly, smiling as he leaned towards Charles.
Charles' heart skipped a beat as he glanced at the bed board under the Pope's butt.
Charles was worried, so he continued to ask for more details. "Can your god defeat the god of Futan?"
"What's the problem here? How is this related to the octopus?" The Pope looked strange.
"Lily was drowned by me before. Her soul belongs to the god Futan. If your god is not even as good as Futan, I'm afraid you won't be able to revive her."
The Pope shook his head. "The octopus has been sleeping for a long time. There is no comparison. Maybe the soul of the mouse belongs to Futan, but God always has a way to solve this little problem."
"What method?" Charles' voice became louder and his eyes were fixed on the Pope.
(End of this chapter)