Elizabeth was lying in the bathtub. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the water flowing over her body. She felt very relaxed at this moment.
"Governor, Finn has been waiting for you for a long time." A sexy secretary wearing red-framed glasses and holding documents in her hands stood outside the bathroom and reminded.
"Martha, did he say he had something to talk to me about?" Elizabeth, soaking wet, opened the door and walked out.
Martha blushed and looked quickly at the floor. "No... He didn't say anything."
"Isn't everything normal on the island recently? Is there anything else going on?"
Elizabeth opened her hands slightly, and the breeze swirled rapidly around her, causing the water droplets on her fair skin to shrink and disappear quickly.
"Finn said I don't have talent in this area, haha, but who said magic must be lethal? Blowing it dry after washing, I think it is quite useful."
"Governor, Mr. Finn seems to be in a hurry. He asked me to ask you to hurry up."
"I know, I know. It's really annoying. I wanted to go see my little cuties again."
"Is there something wrong?" Elizabeth was sitting lazily on the sofa, wearing only a loose coat.
She let the maid in a short skirt tidy up her long hair and trim her nails, as if she didn't care at all about the dissatisfaction in the old wizard's eyes.
"I heard you've married a few more wives recently?"
"I don't want to, but I feel bad when I see them living with their parents and not even being able to afford black bread every day."
"That's already thirteen. Please restrain yourself a little."
Elizabeth showed a hint of displeasure on her face. "If they wanted to leave, I didn't stop them. Is that why you came here today to tell me this?"
Finn Gaunt didn't say anything, he just waved his hand impatiently.
The maid beside Elizabeth and the guards at the door all retreated quickly.
There were only two people left in the room in an instant, but Finn still seemed a little worried. As he raised his staff, a layer of purple film quickly covered the two of them.
"I got the news that the Governor of Hope Island has completed his exploration and will be returning to the island soon."
Elizabeth's eyes lit up when she heard the news. "Is Charles finally back? How is he this time? Is he physically healthy? I heard that he injured his eyes."
"This is for you. Please go to Hope Island." Finn Gaunt placed a bottle of potion in his hand on the table next to Elizabeth.
"This is a potion I made with heather balls and abyssal sea urchins. Drinking it during ovulation can greatly increase the pregnancy rate."
Seeing the doubt in Elizabeth's eyes, Finn Gaunt clenched his staff. "Governor, this is also for the future of Icha Island. We need a new successor."
"Are you planning on getting me pregnant with Charles' child? How old am I to need to train a successor? I'm not in a hurry."
"It's not just this issue. This also consolidates our relationship with Hope Island. This time, Charles was able to ask the Pope to help him explore. This means that his relationship with the Church of Light is getting closer."
"If you really get pregnant with his child, then no one in the entire North Sea, no! The entire sea will dare to touch us."
"That's not necessary. I don't really need children right now. Besides, we are already allies with Hope Island, and our relationship is already very close."
"That's different! The way you maintain your relationship is love, which I think is the most fragile way!"
Having said that, Finn Gaunt suddenly stepped forward, leaned close to Elizabeth's ear and continued speaking in a mosquito-like voice.
Finn Gaunt did not say anything further, but Elizabeth understood the meaning.
Her eyes quickly turned cold, "He gave me this island. Do you think I would do something to let him down?"
The end of the wizard's staff tapped the floor excitedly. "How can you say you're being unfair to him? You're willing to leave him offspring, which is a good thing for everyone!"
Elizabeth did not refute. She looked at the bubbling potion on the table next to her with a very complicated expression.
Suddenly she stood up and said, "I haven't seen Charles for a long time. I miss him a little."
Elizabeth walked out of the living room, and the potion on the table had disappeared.
Hearing the sound of waves hitting the hull outside, Charles took a pen and quickly wrote a sailing diary in his diary.
"We returned to the safe sea area with navigation marks the day before yesterday, and unexpectedly encountered an exploration ship. We are getting closer and closer to Hope Island."
"I would have been more excited if I had found a surface exit, but I discovered there wasn't one."
"Unconsciously, I found that my goals had changed in some way. This sea has taken away a lot from me."
"But at the same time, it has also given me a lot. The memories on the surface are equal to the concerns of Earthsea. Twelve whole years have passed."
"Twelve years is enough to heal the pain of losing a family member. Our family should have gotten over the pain long ago, right?"
"No matter what, now that it has come to this, I need to keep going."
"Mr. Charles~!" The sudden voice made Charles' hands tremble violently.
He looked up and saw Lily, who was wearing a beige skirt, with her hands behind her back, looking at him with a smile.
"Mr. Charles, did you miss me? I missed you so much!"
"Lily!!" Charles rushed over excitedly and stretched out his hands to hug Lily.
"Bang!" Charles woke up suddenly. Looking at the dark ceiling above his head, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Charles lifted the quilt and sat up, then took out his drawing board and brush and started painting quickly.
Lily in the dream quickly appeared in front of Charles.
However, the painting did not include details about the eyes, and he was a little afraid to see Lily's glowing eyes again.
"Crack!" The pen in Charles' hand was quickly broken into two halves.
Annoyed, he threw his pen away, bent down and opened the bottom drawer, only to find it was empty as the wine had been drunk long ago.
"Bang!" The drawer was closed slammed, and Charles pushed open the door and walked out.
In Charles' room, squeaking sounds continued to be heard, and brown mice quickly gathered together, their green bean-sized eyes staring at the girl on the drawing board.
(End of this chapter)