Hearing the Pope's frank words, Charles fell silent. He knew that there was a high probability that the Pope was not lying.
Although he still did not believe the Pope's words, he believed in the relic, the marker pen used to sign the contract.
But Charles always felt something was wrong, an indescribable weird feeling.
The Pope saw Charles's expression and immediately knew what was in his mind. He put his hands behind his back.
"My child, your suspicion is getting worse and worse. If you continue to doubt me like this, shouldn't you be more suspicious of your suspicion of me than of me?"
Charles was stunned. "What? Doubt about doubt itself?"
"Yes, that's right. There is no evidence at all. Moreover, we used your relics and signed an agreement. What reason do you have to doubt me?"
"And if I remember correctly, there seems to be something terrifying hidden in your mind. So what's the difference between you and our Church of Light?"
Charles' mind flashed back to Anna's tentacle. "Impossible! Anna can't do this."
The Pope smiled. "Why do you trust her so much? You know, the Diva tribe is very good at controlling people's hearts. Isn't it possible that she gave you such a decisive attitude?"
"What do you know! If it weren't for this tentacle helping me, I'd still be going crazy now."
"Now that you're not crazy anymore, why didn't you take it out? Are the thoughts you have now really your own thoughts? Or are they the thoughts that the tentacle gave you?"
Charles' eyes flashed with panic but he quickly calmed down, "No, you are changing the subject."
"Yes, I am trying to change the subject, but I am more concerned about you. Don't forget that no matter how suspicious we are, we are at least the same species. However, the Diva tribe manipulates people's hearts. Haha, you can go and ask about the stories of the Arc Light Island in the South China Sea."
Charles looked at him deeply, then turned and walked towards the swaying rope ladder next to him. "You don't have to stir up trouble here. I absolutely believe in Anna."
"Then the question arises again, where does this absolute belief come from? Does it come from your own thoughts, or from the false memories in your brain?"
Charles didn't have time to chat with the other party. Since the handover was already completed, it was time to leave. He grabbed the rope ladder with one hand and slid down quickly.
When Charles returned to Dipper's wedding banquet, the previous buffet wedding banquet had already ended.
They sat at a big round table, chatting and playing cards with each other. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
Charles had just pulled out a stool and sat down. Elizabeth glanced at him and said, "You're going to sea again, aren't you?"
Charles was a little surprised. "Huh? How did you know?"
"I know it from your face. Do I need to guess? Anyway, you've been with me for so long, it's about time. This time is just right. I'm afraid you'll annoy me if I stay any longer." Elizabeth said, reaching out and patting Charles' thigh.
"I'm sorry, I always ask you to come here. When I have time, I will go to Icha Island to find you."
"Forget it, forget it. I'll go find yours. I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable seeing my extra wives."
At this moment, Charles saw that Dipper, who was hugging his bride, had looked over. He knew that this guy's ears were as sharp as his own and he had heard the conversation between the two.
In this case, Charles did not intend to hide anything. He knocked on the white granite table with his steel prosthesis, and the voices quickly quieted down.
"Everyone, I have a temporary notice. The Narwhal will set out again in five days. The Pope is unreliable, so we must find a way to open the giant door in the sky."
As time passed, the crew members gradually left the flower-filled backyard, and even Dipper left with his bride.
But only West sat there, staring blankly at the wine glass in front of him, looking at himself twisted and distorted behind the transparent wine glass.
The news of the Governor's trip did not attract much attention.
But it only caught the attention of one person, that is West's mother. On the day of sailing, she gently pushed open her son's door, and after looking at the familiar back, she breathed a sigh of relief and carefully closed the door.
At this time, in the port area of Hope Island, with the departure of the Church of Light, the agricultural trade has started again, and the dock is very busy. Cargo ships are coming in and out, and the workers are carrying boxes of goods on their bare backs, earning hard-earned money.
Charles was on the deck of the Narwhal, beginning to take inventory of the new crew members.
The crew members who disappeared on the last voyage have been replaced, and the original new crew members have become old crew members, and the cycle repeats itself.
The new sailors on the deck were excited and nervous. They knew what their predecessors had gone through, but faced with the tempting salary, no one dared to refuse.
Especially since his own governor had just issued a new decree that as long as a new living island was found, he would give nothing for free and give the island to all crew members to share equally.
Whether you die and are thrown into the seabed by your companions to feed the fish, or become a governor and a superior person, it all depends on your luck.
Just as Charles was sitting on the anchor winch, picking his teeth with a black blade and looking at the information of the new crew members in his hand.
Familiar footsteps sounded from behind. He turned his head and saw West, wearing a green postman's uniform, climbing up the ladder.
At this time, he was standing on one side, and the other crew members of the Narwhal were standing on the other side, and the two sides were looking at each other.
"Click!" The black blade retracted into Charles' prosthesis. "Who are you now?" Charles asked.
West took out a brand new white bandage from behind him and wrapped it around his head. Not long after, a new bandaged man appeared in front of everyone.
"I am... the first mate of the Narwhal... Bandage..."
Hearing this, all the old crew members showed relieved smiles on their faces.
Charles walked up to his first mate and punched him in the chest. "You scared me. I was really worried that you wouldn't get on board. Welcome home!"
"I still have... a lot of memories... that need more searching... I seem to be immortal, I want to know... what happened in all that time..."
Charles snapped his fingers. "Okay! I'll go with you! Deck crew, pull up the anchor, turbine crew, start firing, Narwhal, set sail!!"
"Woo~~!" Accompanied by a low whistle, thick black smoke came out of the chimney, and the Narwhal began to slowly leave the port and sail into the dark sea again.
43-1=42
(End of this chapter)