If we ignore the desperate gods, then for the people of Earthsea, now is the best time.
After experiencing two disasters, many people in Dihai died. More deaths meant more land and more opportunities. A new era of pioneering in Dihai began, and now Dihai is full of opportunities.
The population of Hope Island had also shrunk a lot. Some ambitious people left on the ship, trying to realize their ambitions. Some of them died, but some of them definitely succeeded.
The people of Earthsea did not care too much about the previous black wall, which was of course the result of the tacit control of information by all the governors.
There is no need to let the people below know about the Foundation's plan to destroy the world. Doing so will only add to their troubles and will have no effect.
Just after delivering his last letter to an old lady on a coastal street, Wittes prepared to go home. The development of new communication technology on Hope Island has affected the operation of the letter system, and the number of letters in the post office is getting less and less.
When there were no more letters to deliver, he went to carry out his duties as the admiral of the Hope Island Navy, and he was not too picky about what he did.
"First mate! First mate! Wait for me!" A panting voice came from behind. West turned his head and saw Chef Planck running towards him from the fish market carrying two sacks of things. He looked very hot and sweaty.
As he sat on the back seat of the bicycle, the wheels instantly changed from round to oval, and the bicycle instantly made a metallic sound. "Give me a ride. I saw some fresh catches just off the fishing boat, and I accidentally bought too much. This is at least 100 kilograms."
Bandage pedaled hard and rode forward along the street. "Are you buying supplies for the restaurant?"
"No, I cook and eat for myself. Exploring the surface is too tiring. You see I've lost weight. I must reward myself." Planck touched his round double chin.
"Not thin." West pushed down with all his strength.
Planck raised his metal prosthetic right leg and said with a smile, "That must be because this leg is too heavy."
West said nothing and continued pedaling. It took a long time to reach Planck's restaurant. When he got off the back seat, the oval wheel did not turn back to its original shape.
Plank raised the bag in his hand and enthusiastically invited West. "Would you like to have a drink in the backyard? It's very quiet in there."
West thought about it and nodded, stopped his bike, and followed him in.
Planck's backyard is very quiet. Apart from two trees, a table and an open kitchen.
"Crunch, crunch." Dipper held a spider crab that was bigger than his face and gnawed it. When there was nothing left inside the hard shell, he threw the shell onto the messy table.
After a satisfying gulp, Dipper said to Gangplank while picking his teeth, "This is food. What did you cook on the boat? It tasted worse than shit."
"How come you have such a keen nose? You came here just as I finished. And you ate so much. Didn't you have breakfast?" Planck sat up depressed and walked towards the open kitchen next to him.
"No, you know my wife's previous occupation. It's okay to let her kill people, but it's better to kill her than to let her cook. We usually eat out, but today we were busy catching a psychopath, so we forgot to eat." After saying this, Dipper took out a cigarette and smoked it happily.
He was now wearing a black police uniform, but the buttons were not buttoned, leaving it open, looking very casual.
After Dipper exhaled the smoke from his lungs, his green-scaled right hand turned into a blue mist and rolled up the pack of cigarettes, floating it in front of West and shaking it gently.
West shook his head to indicate that he didn't want to smoke.
"When I passed by the window of the Governor's Mansion just now, I saw the captain convening a meeting in the Earth Sea. I guess they were discussing how to attack the other foundation." Dipper retracted his hand and put the cigarette back into his pocket.
"It's not that simple." West poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.
"The Foundation is very powerful, but they just gave in like that. This is too weird."
Charles did not let too many people know about matters involving God. The more people know about this kind of thing, the safer they will be.
As one of the insiders, West certainly wouldn't say anything nonsense. "Don't ask. Don't listen. Don't think."
Dipper showed a trace of reluctance on his face, "I'm not asking for fun, I just want to help, the captain does too, you're hiding it from me too."
"If you can't help, none of us can help."
Plank, who was busy in the kitchen, was slightly stunned, and then said unconvincedly: "Who said I can't help? I can help. No matter how important it is, we still have to eat."
"Wait. When he needs us, the captain is the only one who can direct the direction of the ship."
Dipper raised his arm holding the cigarette and stretched his body. "Okay, I'll take a good rest during this period. By the way, have you hired servants and housekeepers? How are they?"
Plank and West shook their heads at the same time, and the chef said, "I'm not used to people walking around in my house."
Dipper nodded approvingly, "Yeah, I think so too, but Alia thinks that everyone else has it, but we don't, and we can't fit in with the upper class."
"If you ask me, what a crap circle. The sea level just receded, and it hasn't been long since they started showing off again. Damn it, I really want to shoot them all."
"But Krona used to get along well with them. They all make a living at sea. I don't know how he integrated into the group in the first place."
When Dipper finished speaking, his expression became somewhat gloomy, as he thought of the dead red-haired second mate, and also thought of the dead crew members.
When he was the captain of the Narwhal, they had a pretty good relationship. In between various dangerous moments, they liked to hide in the cabin and play cards.
At that time, his life was in danger and he could die at any time, but he was really happy at that time.
“You don’t have to adapt to other people’s circles. You have your own circle. In Hope Island, no circle is more core than this one.” Second mate Nico, wearing heavy eye shadow, walked over with a cat-like walk.
"You don't want to ask me out for a drink? That's not good. Are you afraid that I'll get you drunk and sleep with you? Don't worry, you guys look messy, I'm not interested."
Dipper waved wildly in welcome, "Don't say that, Second Officer. I just got here."
Nico snatched the cup from West's hand, raised his slender neck and drank it.
West raised his hand gently, and green vines sprouted out, quickly growing into a wooden chair. "Sit."
Dipper looked around and called to a mouse in the corner, "Hey, since everyone is here, call everyone else over. Let's drink together! Bring Lily along, too."
(End of this chapter)