Governor Margaret of Hefang Island woke up from her sleep and stared at the light for a long time. Then, with the help of the maid, she sat in front of the dressing table and began to dress up and put on makeup.
The luxurious Governor-General He Fang's Mansion was empty and deserted. All the windows were sealed shut, there was no ventilation, and there was always a faint musty smell inside.
The death ray also killed many people in the Governor's Mansion, but Margaret did not want to hire any more, since she was the only one left in the entire Cavendish family.
Just as she was looking at herself getting thinner in the mirror, a gentle voice came from behind her. It was her deputy.
"Governor, Mr. Charles, the Governor of Hope Island, has just sent a telegram saying that the light in the sky is gradually disappearing. Do you need to respond to him?"
Margaret shook her head. "No need to respond to the fact that the sunlight is fading. I feel it too. He's not the only one with eyes. Is there anything else?"
"The Explorers Association is waiting for you outside. He has been waiting for half an hour."
"Explorer Association? Didn't the few people who survived retreat? Why are they here again?"
"They just arrived on the island today. I heard that the association headquarters issued some guild regulations and wanted you to check them out."
"Regulations? What regulations did the Explorers Association give to Governor He? On what basis do they do that?" Margaret suddenly turned her head and looked at her deputy next to her.
Feeling the invisible pressure on her, the woman lowered her head even lower. "Governor, I'm sorry, I'm not sure, but that's what he said."
"Bring him here. I'd like to know what regulations they can bring."
After a while, a mature voice sounded behind her, "Governor, because of this death ray, for the survival of all of us humans, the Explorers Association has now issued some association regulations that will benefit everyone."
"Oh? What did your president say?"
The messenger, whose hair was half black and half white, took out some papers from his briefcase, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand, and began to read.
"Hello, governors. I am Kolaf, the president of the Explorers Association. In order to protect our common interests, I would like to inform you that any form of war and looting between islands is strictly prohibited in the Earthsea within five years."
"This rule is endorsed by Julio, the governor of Cat Island in the South Sea, the patriarch of the Woz family in the West Sea, Charles, the governor of Hope Island in the North Sea, and the eleven high priests of the Fortan religion in the East Sea. Anyone who violates this rule must comply with it."
Margaret stretched out her finger and slowly stroked it across her fair face. "What about the war between Hope Island and the Futan Cult?"
"Uh...their wars all happened before, and at the telegram conference, Governor Charles also said that he will strictly abide by this rule from now on."
After finishing her makeup, Margaret stood up, picked up a feather pen beside her, and quickly signed her name on it.
"I'm a little curious, why do you, the representative of the North Sea, want to find Charles?"
The man carefully took the signed paper in his hand. "Because there are the most people. You know, in the entire ocean, only Hope Island has not been attacked by the death ray."
"Previously, the strongest person in the North Sea was Swan from the British Isles, but the problem is that he is dead. As for He Fang..."
The messenger did not continue speaking, but the current Hefang Island has declined and is no longer qualified.
Cavendish looked at him calmly, "Hasn't your Explorer Association been affected by the death ray? You still have time to take care of these things."
Hearing this, the envoy of the Explorers Association showed a determined expression on his face. "We have suffered heavy losses. The previous president and vice president have passed away, and the association is in chaos, but we cannot stop."
After the man finished speaking, he placed one hand on his chest, bowed deeply to Governor He Fang, and then turned and left.
After the man left, Margaret showed a strong unwillingness on her face, "The North Sea represents the Island of Hope? Humph, the glory of Cavendish will return one day."
“Hehe, what’s the point of just talking big? Hope Island has changed a lot now. What can you use to compete with others? But I have a good idea.” A little girl with a mouth full of sharp fangs walked in from the door. She was the king of Sodom, 134.
The hideous scar on Margaret's face wrinkled along with her brows. "What can we do?"
"It's very simple. A marriage alliance. Think about it. You can only let him ride you a few times, but in return you will gain the benefits of Hope Island. It's such a good deal."
"And this is just the beginning of the plan. What comes next is the best part. After the marriage, we will find a way to kill him. Then Hope Island will belong to us. Bah! What do you mean by belong to us! That island should have belonged to me!"
There was extreme hatred in 134's eyes. If she had to live under someone else's roof, it was all because of Charles.
If we were to say who hates Charles the most, it would be them, except for the Fortan Cult in the entire Earthsea.
Margaret walked out impatiently. "This is just a childish plan. It won't work. Besides, Charles already has a child. He won't marry."
134 shouted angrily at Margaret's back: "Then you should think of a solution! What can you do with your navy, which has only more than 2,000 dead? If most of my people had not died, I would have taken over your broken island long ago!"
Margaret ignored the voice of 134 behind her and went to her office to start dealing with various matters on the island.
Hefang Island is now in a state of disrepair, and as the governor, she has a lot to consider.
Just as she was looking at a plan in her hand to recruit islanders from other islands, a glass of water on the table in front of her began to churn and emit a fishy smell.
"Margaret, long time no see. Although the results were not ideal when we dealt with the Church of Light, our cooperation was pretty good."
Margaret slowly put down the paper in her hand. "Don't come to me again. The Church of Light is gone. Our cooperation ends here. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
"Oh? Really? Isn't it tempting enough to let He Fang become the overlord of the North Sea?"
Hearing this, Margaret had already guessed why these guys were looking for her. "You want me to deal with Charles?"
"Besides him, you know who else we can conspire with to solve this problem. Hope Island is too far away and has no appeal to us."
"As long as you help me get rid of Charles, this rich island will be yours. By then, you will be the queen of the entire North Sea!"
Margaret looked at those eyes coldly. "You must have said this to many people, right? Haven't you read the new regulations issued by the Explorers Association? Do you think it's too quick to die if you take action now?"
"Take your time. Just like what we did before, this matter cannot be rushed. Everyone needs to rest. But you haven't answered me yet. Are you willing to join in this matter?"
Margaret looked calmly into the eyes in the water for a long time before her eyes finally became firm. "Count me in."
(End of this chapter)