In the reception room of the Governor's Palace on Hope Island, Charles frowned as he looked at an old woman who was curled up in front of him.
The blue tattoos all over her face made her look very strange, but compared to her appearance, her actions were even more uncomfortable.
Tuba, with a dazed look on his face, sat in front of the other person, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, allowing her to insert a long needle into the gap between his fingernails.
Green smoke filled with a foul smell spewed out of the tattooed old man's mouth, slowly entwining around Tuba. The blood dripping from Tuba on the ground turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bandage sitting next to Charles whispered something in his ear. He put on the green postman's uniform again and removed the bandage on his face.
Hearing the bandage's whisper, Charles, with a frown on his face, nodded from time to time.
At this moment, the green smoke around Tuba quickly shrank and returned to the old woman's mouth.
"I'm sorry, Governor, I can't do anything to help this person." The old woman said to Charles respectfully.
Charles did not look surprised. This was not the first time. With a slight wave of his hand, the man quickly retreated.
"We've tried everything. It seems that what Anna can't solve, they can't solve either." Charles came over and picked up Tuba who was lying on the ground.
Faced with Tuba, who both Linda and Anna were helpless against, Bandage always tried other methods, but the results were not ideal.
"Is there no solution from the Futan Church for this situation?" Charles asked his first mate.
The other party shook his head silently, and he also walked to Tuba and supported his other arm.
The two men helped him sit down on a stool beside them, and the captain and the first mate looked at the navigator who was drooling in front of them.
"I have asked the butler to prepare a house and servants for him. If he really can't wake up, let him live out his days on Hope Island." Charles felt a little sad about Tuba's fate. Although his navigator ability had never been used, he was, after all, a partner who had shared life and death.
"Captain... what exactly... happened back then?" Bandage asked.
There was no need for Charles to hide anything from his first mate, so he told him everything that had happened from another angle.
"Tuba over there might have been taken away by... that 'blackboard eraser'..." Bandage said.
"Of course I guessed that, but don't you think it's a bit strange?" Charles stretched out his prosthetic limb and flipped up Tuba's eyelids. The eyeball inside slowly rotated.
"If that's the case, shouldn't he be completely dead? Even if he's not dead, he should be a vegetable. Why is he still able to take care of himself now?"
"Maybe... it has something to do with him being... a living relic..."
"Maybe, but that doesn't help Tuba's situation much right now."
"Want to... contact... the "king" of Sodom...? They have lived together... for so long... maybe they know... something..."
Hearing his words, Charles' mind flashed through several living relics of the city of sin, and the weird smiling face of the little girl flashed through his mind.
"Forget it. I don't want to deal with them unless it's necessary."
He robbed them of their supplies, then robbed their island, and finally caused them to lose their base camp, Tianshui Island. Charles knew without thinking what the other party's attitude towards him was.
Especially when they make their companions even crazier.
"By the way, where is Sodom now? The last time I heard from them, it seemed like they ran to the Western Sea?" Charles sat down on the sofa next to him.
Bandage raised his head and glanced at Charles. "Anchored at Hefang Island... They might have some kind of deal with Hefang Governor Margaret..."
"Margaret." Charles murmured, and the pure and lovely girl flashed through his mind.
"Did... anything happen between you and her?" Bandage asked.
"No, I don't have that many women. Anna is very jealous." Charles shook his head and stood up from the sofa.
"By the way, Bandage, it's almost noon, let's stay and have a meal together."
Bandage shook his head, which was beyond Charles's expectation. "No... My mother is at home... She has prepared dinner for me..."
After he said this, he turned and left, not caring at all about the embarrassment on Charles' face.
In the end, Charles still had someone to accompany him for lunch that day, and Tuba did not leave. At least he enjoyed his meal very much.
That afternoon, Charles sent Tuba to a luxurious building not far away. A butler, six maids and six servants were already waiting in the front yard.
These people are the top players in this industry.
"This is my navigator. Take good care of him and don't let him suffer any grievances. If he shows any abnormality, tell me immediately." Charles said to the young butler in front of him.
"Governor, don't worry, I'm a professional." The butler lowered his head to avoid Charles' sharp gaze.
He could hear the hidden threat in the Governor's words. Indeed, it was too easy to serve a foolish master without any reason.
Even if he is bullied a little, it’s no big deal, he is a fool anyway.
But this is the Governor's employment. If he finds out, it may not be as simple as dismissal.
Watching Tuba being helped into the gate by the maids, Charles bent down and sat in the back seat of the car. "To the Relic Research Institute."
The car quickly headed towards its destination. As the distance got closer, Charles clearly felt that the atmosphere outside the window began to change.
The number of islanders dressed in ordinary clothes gradually decreased, while the number of navy officers in blue uniforms gradually increased, and they all held weapons in their hands.
When Charles got out of the car, the marines standing guard in front of the institute instantly clenched their guns and stood straight.
Charles looked up and found that the construction at the construction site next to him was almost completed, which was faster than he had imagined.
"It's still a little small. If there were a factory cluster like the one on the British Isles, I'm afraid it would take up half of the entire Hope Island."
Today, the Relic Research Institute and its nearby supporting facilities occupy the southeast corner of Hope Island, becoming a heavily guarded military base.
The people inside moved faster than Charles had imagined. When he just walked into the hall, there was already a row of people standing there to greet him. They were new faces and Charles didn't recognize them.
"Captain, why are you here?" Linda, dressed in a white coat, came up from the corridor next to him.
"Let's take a look at the results. Have there been any new developments in recent months?"
The two of them walked along the corridor one after the other, leaving the group of people at the door standing there.
(End of this chapter)