"Captain! It has been overloaded for several minutes, and the turbocharger can't hold on any longer." The voice communication channel of the second-engine engineer Odrick was transmitted to the cockpit.
"Descend and continue heading towards the target. I'll go outside and take a look."
Charles walked onto the deck and looked at the dark sea around him against the sea breeze.
There was nothing unusual around them, and everything was very peaceful. But Charles knew that this matter was not over yet, and the other party must be watching the Narwhal from somewhere.
"What do they want from Dipper? The Familia want his help? What do they want him to help with?"
He tried to find some clues to know the other party's purpose, but he couldn't find any clues.
"Captain, if it really doesn't work, I'd better get off the boat now." Dipper walked over and said with an embarrassed expression.
"Forget it. They are here to cause trouble for me. Do you think they will let the Narwhal go if you leave?"
Charles grabbed Dipper's clothes and walked towards the hatch. "Instead of talking nonsense now, it's better to do something practical. Follow me and patrol the entire ship. If there are any lurking enemies, kill them directly."
Soon, everyone on the ship knew what was happening. They picked up their weapons and followed the captain to search for the enemy hiding on the ship.
But it was obvious that those deep divers were not stupid enough to stay there and let others catch them. They quickly searched around and found nothing.
The crew members did not dare to relax and held their weapons ready for future battles.
Hour after hour passed, and the fierce battle that Charles had imagined did not come. It was as if what Dipper said was just a lie.
However, Charles felt something was wrong due to his years of combat experience. A faint sense of crisis hung over his heart, and things were not over yet.
Under his orders, the crew members did not dare to stop for a moment and were always ready with their weapons.
But humans are not machines, and they certainly cannot sustain such tension for a long time, so the crew began to work in two shifts.
The crew can work in two shifts, but the captain can't. Charles gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes were red like a rabbit.
He hadn't slept for three days and three nights. Dipper, who was standing by, felt a little distressed and said, "Captain, why don't you take a break? Your body won't be able to bear it if you keep going like this."
Charles turned his head and looked at him, "Go and call Bandage and Krona over."
"What do you want them to do? I can help you for a while." Dipper said as he was about to take the steering wheel, but was directly blocked by Charles.
"Stop talking nonsense and go!" Charles' voice was a little irritable. People who haven't slept for a long time will become a little irritable.
Soon, the first and second mates of the Narwhal arrived.
"I'll take a nap. The three of you keep an eye on each other. Wake me up immediately if anything happens, especially on the seabed." Charles said, pulling over a stool and sitting on it.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt his body suddenly empty and his body suddenly fell downwards.
Charles opened his eyes and found that the cockpit of the Narwhal that was there just now was gone. Everything around him turned into a dark and twisted kaleidoscope, and everything around him was twisting and spinning.
He felt his body melting and gradually blending into the dream that seemed real and illusory.
"Dream, this is my dream?" Charles, who had figured it out, calmed down his confused heart.
Hearing this, Charles showed a hint of sarcasm on his face. He had planned everything, but he never expected that the other party would actually be waiting for him in his dream.
"We come here with good intentions and want to discuss something with Captain Charles, but you always run so fast that it really makes it difficult for us." A small ball covered with green mucus floated over from behind.
"As long as I wake up, I can get rid of their contact, but how can I escape?" Charles thought to himself.
Seeing that Charles didn't speak, the ball of light continued to talk to itself. "Actually, your relationship with the Pope isn't that strong, right? You're also wary of each other."
Charles glanced at the ball of light. "What? Did you lose in the battle with the Pope?"
Charles' body continued to fall, with no end in sight, or perhaps this dream had no end at all.
"No, we didn't ask you to come here to deal with the Pope. We came to discuss your mission this time."
"Mission? You also want to go to the surface?" Charles frowned slightly. If it was true, it would not be a good thing.
"No, we will not go to a place where the voice of God Futan cannot reach. The closer we are to the Almighty, the more chances we will have to follow the Almighty and become immortal when the end comes."
Charles didn't understand what the other party was saying. He just wanted to know what the other party was going to do.
As if knowing what Charles was thinking, the light ball smiled and said, "It's simple. The Pope asked you to find the key to rescue the God of Light. We don't want to see this happen."
"That's probably impossible. No matter what you talk to me about, I must go to the surface." Charles immediately refused.
"No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean. We don't care whether you go to the surface or not. We only care whether the Pope can go up there."
Charles understood the meaning of the other party's words. It seemed that the other party was trying every means to make life difficult for the Pope.
"Okay, I promise--" Before Charles could finish his words, he suddenly felt an intense burning sensation all over his body.
This extremely intense pain was not just on the surface of the skin, Charles felt that the feeling filled his body inside and out.
The strange scene around him quickly faded away, and when Charles suddenly opened his eyes, he returned to the cockpit. The first mate, the second mate, and the boatswain were looking at him nervously.
Although he woke up suddenly, the burning sensation did not subside at all and continued to cling to Charles' body, continuing to torture him.
"What is going on?" Charles thought to himself, trembling all over.
"Those people of God Futan did it? Impossible. He was clearly negotiating with me, and I was just about to agree-"
When Charles thought of this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly understood something. This was the power of the contract.
When Lily was seriously ill, he signed a contract with the Pope. The other party would mobilize all its forces to find a way to rescue Lily, and in return, he had to help the Pope find the way to the landmark.
If he had just agreed to the Ftan Cult, he would have violated the contract. The burning sensation now was a punishment from the contract reminding him.
(End of this chapter)