Charles returned the human skin in his hand to Bandage and said to him, "Now you are a postman. Will you still go on board the Narwhal in the future?"
"I want to come back... but... my mother doesn't want me to come back... I'll think about it..."
Hearing this, Charles felt a little disappointed, but he smiled indifferently. "It's okay. Whether you come or not, I respect your decision. The Narwhal has changed several waves of people. Some died, some retired, and at least a group of people were replaced in other positions. Now it's your turn as the first mate."
A stiff smile appeared on the bandaged young face. "Then I'll go... deliver the letter..."
"Now that we have telegraphs, are there still so many people communicating by letter?"
"Telegrams... are charged by the number of words... expensive..." After saying this, Bandage rode his bicycle towards the center of the island.
Charles nodded in understanding as he looked at the letters on both sides of his car mat. "Indeed, you can write as many words as you want in a letter, and the postage is much cheaper than the telegram fee."
Watching the bandage disappear in front of him, Charles turned his head to the old painter next to him. He was about to start the next topic with him, but he found that the other party was vomiting towards the sea next to him.
"Old man, are you okay?" Charles wanted to help him, but the other person was so scared that he backed away with fear on his face.
The conversation between the young man in front of him and the postman really frightened him. He didn't want to have anything to do with such people who skinned people and nitrated their skin.
He had previously thought that the other party was just an ordinary painter like himself, but now it seems that the other party's identity is definitely unusual.
"You can go to the school and ask. They are really recruiting teachers." Charles really didn't want such a talented person like the other party to be displaced.
Who would have thought that the old painter would straighten up and threaten tremblingly: "I'm telling you, don't try to deceive me. The laws on Hope Island are very strict. If you are caught by the police, you will be thrown into jail!"
Seeing that the other party would not listen, Charles simply laid his cards on the table. "Let me be frank. I am the Governor of Hope Island."
"Yes, yes, yes! You are, you are. Can I leave now?" The old painter kept nodding, pretending to agree.
Charles looked a little helpless, "Then what do you want me to do to believe you?"
"I heard that the Governor of Hope Island can control rats. Can you show it to me?" The old painter's voice was a little hesitant.
Charles put two fingers in his mouth and blew. A sharp whistle sounded, and a large group of rats came out of the darkness and surrounded him.
Seeing this scene, the old painter finally believed this fact.
But the old painter did not agree immediately as Charles expected. Instead, he stared at Charles with trembling eyes.
"Governor, I have a question in my mind that I want to ask you. Can you answer it for me?"
Charles waved his hand, and the mice under him quickly dispersed. "Ask."
"When the British Isles were destroyed, many people said it was caused by the Futan Cult, but I don't believe it. What I want to ask is, did the governors help in this?"
"have."
"Why, why are you doing this!! All my students, and millions of people! All gone, I have no home!!" The old painter's face was filled with extreme pain.
"When Swan used Lonka to occupy other islands, did you ever consider how many people would die? Among those who died, how many were other people's children, and how many were other people's students?"
"The capture of the island is a rule between the governors. Winning or losing is determined by fate, and if you die, you die. It doesn't matter. But Swann, he is the first person in the entire history of Earthsea to sacrifice an entire island to the gods. He is a traitor to mankind!"
The old painter was stunned. "Did Governor Swan do it himself?"
"The governors' attacks were all for the islands and the resources on them. What happened to the British Isles would never be done by us. The Dead Island is of no use to any of us." Charles explained to him.
Speaking of this matter, Charles seemed to be involved. His main purpose of going to the British Isles before was for submarines.
The old painter stared at the ground blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.
The destruction of the British Isles was not due to the conspiracy of other governors' offices, nor was it due to the sacrifice of the Futan religion. The real reason was actually the governor of the British Isles himself. He could not accept this reality.
"If you want to leave now, it's up to you. The ship is over there and hasn't started yet. But if you want to let some children know that this world is not just about machinery and steam, then the school on Hope Island welcomes you at any time." Charles said as he began to pack up his drawing board.
Just as he put away the drawing board, he suddenly heard some movement from the direction of the port.
He turned his head and opened his mouth in surprise. It was the huge floating airship of the Church of Light. The bulging yellow airbags blocked out the sky and almost covered the entire dome.
Below the airship was a fleet consisting of seven or eight huge golden warships.
Such a massive mobilization, if the Pope had not given advance warning, Charles would have almost thought that the other side was going to occupy Hope Island.
"I have something to do. You should think carefully about the specific situation." Charles stepped on the water and rushed towards the magnificent fleet in the distance.
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After a busy day, Director James walked out of the car door opened by the driver.
Although his face was full of fatigue, he showed a relieved smile when he saw his wife Mosica opening the door to greet him.
"I see a lot of policemen at the dock. Are you exhausted today?" Mosica came up to her husband.
The two chatted as they walked towards the exquisitely decorated room.
James shook his head tiredly, "It's all right, although it was a bit chaotic at the beginning, but the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, and the ships and airships of the Church of Light have already left with full loads of supplies.
"Aren't they the Confucian Church's allies of the Governor? Why are you on guard against them?"
“With so many fleets, we can never be too careful. To be honest, if the Governor hadn’t given the order personally, I wouldn’t want so many fleets to get close to Hope Island.
As they said this, they had already arrived in the living room, and Mosica considerately took off his coat.
"Haven't you eaten yet? I made you something to eat. If it's not enough, tell me."
James didn't hesitate and picked up the knife and fork and started eating. To be honest, he had been busy all day and hadn't eaten anything.
(End of this chapter)