Just as Alia was about to continue speaking, Charles heard footsteps at the door.
I turned my head and saw my mother, who was in bandages, walking towards me with a basket.
"Governor, are you here to see West as well?" Elena smiled and nodded at Charles.
"I harmed your son like this, don't you hate me?" Charles was surprised by her attitude.
The old Elena shook her head. "Don't be offended. I did blame you at the beginning, but now I think this kind of life is actually very good. Although West doesn't recognize me anymore, he doesn't have to take risks at sea anymore, and I don't have to worry about my child coming back all the time."
"And his condition is much better than before. He is willing to chat with me now and calls me lady. Look, I brought him his favorite food." After saying this with a smile, Elena walked towards the bandaged ward carrying a basket.
At the same time, Alia also walked towards the exit of the sanatorium. "I'm sorry, Governor, I have to go on duty. If you find a way to cure Dipper, please let me know as soon as possible."
In an instant, the corridor of the sanatorium became empty, with only Charles left.
Thinking about the different attitudes of the two people just now, Charles thought of the issue of the Futan religion again and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
He wanted to restore the crew's sanity, but he didn't want tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people to die because of this incident. Enough people had died in Earthsea, and no more deaths were allowed.
"As Anna said, we should wait until Hope Island's technology is developed before we take action..."
"Perhaps... we can use military deterrence to put pressure on the Futan Cult without actually taking action?"
Just as Charles was thinking about how to achieve his goal at the lowest cost, the sea water in the glass in front of him suddenly rolled.
This anomaly scared Dipper, who was also in the water, so much that he ran around everywhere.
Soon, a pair of familiar octopus vertical pupils appeared on the glass again, and the Futan Cult was here again.
"Charles, we have agreed to the previous deal, and to show our goodwill, we can help you heal one first."
Charles, who was about to take action, stopped immediately when he heard this.
Regardless of whether what this guy said was true or not, his words were definitely tempting to me. As long as I agreed, one of my crew members would be able to recover immediately!
"Really? Are you so kind?"
"These are the conditions you proposed yourself. Why are you doubting them now?"
"Yes, that's right. There is indeed an extreme hatred between us. If it were my way, I would really like to pull out your soul and torture you in every possible way."
"But in front of the Almighty, any kind of hatred can be put aside. He is unique and He is above everything, including the hatred between us."
Looking at the pair of deformed eyes in front of him, Charles frowned and wondered if the other party had other purposes.
But in the end he decided to agree to it. No matter whether this deal was a sugar-coated bullet or not, he would just eat the sugar-coated one first.
"Okay, then how do we do the deal?" Charles said slowly to the pair of eyes in the glass.
"My people have already gone there. They are at Hope Island Pier. Just like I said before, I will pay for the gifts first to show my sincerity."
"Let's make it clear first. The deal can go ahead, but we need an additional condition. That is to tell us what the Pope did before and where the God of Light went."
Charles sneered in his heart. These guys didn't want to suffer any loss and wanted to get back some information as a bonus.
"No problem. As long as you can rescue my crew, everything will be fine."
With a "splash", the eyeball in the water instantly scattered, and the crazy Dipper rushed to the place where the eyeball had just been, scratching it hysterically with his sharp claws.
He was only thinking about one thing now, which was who should he give the chance to among his dozen crew members who had regained consciousness
After much deliberation, Charles finally decided to give this spot to Bandage, not only because he was closest to him, but also because he knew the Futan religion very well.
If we really need to deal with the Futan religion in the future, it will be much easier with him around.
And it would be even better if we could find a way to save others from him.
The bandaged man with a red face and screaming continuously was carried to the reception hall of the Governor's Mansion.
"Stop arguing, I'll let you recover in a moment. Why are you so annoying when you talk so much?"
Hearing this, Bandage's eyes were filled with fear. After staying there for so long, he also knew some things, no matter whether this body was his or Bandage's.
If he were cured, it would mean that the bandage would be resurrected, but he himself would die.
"You... what are you doing!! I'm not a bandage! I'm not!!!"
"Shut his mouth." Charles said in disgust.
A ball of silk cloth was stuffed into the bandaged man's mouth. As he whimpered, Charles saw the believers sent by the Futan sect.
Three guys wrapped tightly in red robes walked into the reception room with seven or eight believers with octopus tattoos on their faces.
Behind them was a group of guards holding guns and relics, and James also came, and it seemed that he was also very worried about these people.
The believers were all wet and had the familiar fishy smell of sea water; they seemed to have just come out of the water.
"Take off your cloak. There is no need to hide. I have seen your deformed appearance."
As soon as Charles finished speaking, the red robe slowly spread out, and three ferocious octopuses scared the maid next to him and made her scream.
"Governor Charles, it's been a long time since we last met. Do you still recognize me? I was the one who asked you to help me find the holy relics of the Holy Lord." The leading octopus head said to Charles.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work. This is the man." Charles pointed at the bandage who was struggling more and more violently beside him.
Seeing that Charles had no intention of communicating, the octopus head did not waste any time and ordered the believer with an octopus tattoo on his face to start cleaning the venue and preparing for the ceremony.
Soon, the tables, chairs and even the carpets were cleared out.
Under the gaze of everyone, they took out golden daggers, quickly dismembered a male believer, and then used the bones, internal organs, and flesh to quickly draw on the ground. The whole air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Except for the people brought by Octopus Head, everyone frowned at the same time.
Not long after, a twisted magic circle made of human bodies appeared on the ground.
Two Ftan believers walked over to the bandage, took it from the soldier, and carried him to the center of the magic circle.
One by one, black candles began to light up around the magic circle. The candle flames were very strange and the fire was also black.
Just when Charles thought the bandage would soon return to normal, an octopus head carefully examined the bandage and said to Charles: "Governor, our time is precious. Please don't waste everyone's time. This person has not been affected by the powerful."
(End of this chapter)