Julio shook his head slowly. "When I found them, they were neatly placed in metal boxes. It seemed that the Foundation wanted to transport them all away."
The information Julio shared made everyone present frown and wonder why the foundation did this.
"I'm afraid the Foundation's only option for collecting human bodies is to use them as new experimental subjects." Charles concluded.
"We are not sitting here to think about these trivial matters, but to think about how to defeat the Foundation. What do you have in mind?"
The room fell silent instantly. This was a difficult question. The strength of the Foundation was obvious to all. If Charles hadn't thought of using the threat of the God of Futan, they would not have been sure to discuss countermeasures here.
There is a huge gap in strength between the two. If the Earthsea humans who have experienced two disasters are a baby holding a wooden sword, then the Foundation is a fully armed strong man holding a submachine gun. The difference between the two is too huge.
Time passed by minute by minute, and seeing that they still didn't have any good choices, Charles, who was a little annoyed, knocked on the table with his iron fingers.
"That's all for today. We need to deal with the currency reform issue we discussed earlier first. We must cut off the Foundation's influence on Earthsea's economy."
"As for solving the foundation's problems, let the many advisers behind you think about it carefully. I hope you can find a reasonable solution. You know, compared to the iron bucket foundation, in their eyes, we are like a shower head that leaks water and air everywhere."
After saying that, Charles rubbed his sore neck and stood up, but before he could walk out, an unexpected person appeared in front of him.
The wriggling tentacles, the wet red robe, and the disgusting octopus head that moves up and down, such a weird appearance, could only be a madman who believes in Futan, that is, Okot, one of the bishops of Futan.
"Mr. Charles, the idea you suddenly came up with is really good. In fact, we wanted to do this before, but you got there first."
Charles didn't want to listen to any words praising himself, because anything said by a voice with thick phlegm in its mouth was unpleasant to the ear.
"What are you doing here? In this situation, you guys are not stupid enough to go to war with us?" Charles' words were full of gunpowder.
Ocot narrowed his octopus-like pupils, "Haha, of course not. We plan to attend the future Earthsea Conference together. In front of the Foundation, our previous minor conflicts are nothing."
"snort!"
"snort!"
The others present scoffed at what he said. God knows these guys would stab him in the back when the Foundation took action.
"Everyone, rest assured. Before the Foundation is destroyed, I can swear to the noble and powerful that I will never do anything to you."
Charles sighed a little depressed. He was too lazy to deal with this guy. They were both trying to kill each other anyway, so how good could their relationship be
"Okay, do you have any solution for the Foundation? If not, you can go back."
Hearing this question, the tentacles on Otco's chin swayed left and right as he shook his head. "No, if you can't think of a solution, we certainly don't have a good solution either. I'm here to trade with you this time."
"Trade? What do you want? Are you planning to ask other sea areas to lift their trade blockade on the East China Sea?" Julio asked hesitantly.
"No, no, no. The East Sea is huge and we can be self-sufficient. I want to discuss other deals with you. Everyone, there should be a lot of people on your island who have been called by the powerful, right? Let them go where they should go."
Even if Futan didn't wake up and just stopped snoring for a few seconds, the humans on Earthsea were so seriously affected. It is hard to imagine what kind of world-destroying scene would be when he really woke up.
"What do you want to buy those lunatics for?" Charles now had some doubts about this guy's motives.
"No, they are not crazy, they are our compatriots, we can pay 1 million to reply to one person."
Having said that, Charles was no longer interested. No matter what these guys were going to do, he had no intention of selling his islanders.
Charles walked through the suspended sand and onto the sunny balcony, looking at the bustling streets in the distance and thinking about his own things.
The black wall that blocked out the sun and sky, the seven Paids standing on the sea, and the almost immortal replication ability of the GK Council. It was really tiring to deal with such a powerful enemy.
Just when he was lost in thought, two small hands reached out and held Charles' arms. It was Shanshan.
"Dad, don't worry, wait until I grow up a little bit more, a little bit more." Shanshan tilted her head and leaned it on his shoulder, muttering to herself.
Charles reached out and rubbed Twinkle's head gently. "Are you still helping your mother?"
"I guess so. Mom is chatting with Dawn No. 1 now. She wants to take this opportunity to get the production process of Dawn No. 1 from its memory."
Charles smiled and said, "How does Dawn-1 know the process of making it? Is your mother short-circuited?"
"The consciousness of Dawn 1 itself comes from a living person. Maybe she wants to retrieve the memory of the person who formed Dawn 1."
"From the memories of the past, it seems that your mother's strength has become much stronger." Charles thought thoughtfully.
Shanshan looked at Charles' face covered with neck tattoos, "Dad, what's going on in your mind? Why can't we see what you are thinking?"
"I don't know. It should be caused by the meme infection from N8. Anna checked me once and found nothing abnormal in my personality, character, or memory. I have enough troubles right now. Since there is nothing wrong with it, let's just pretend it doesn't exist."
The sea breeze with the smell of the sea blew towards her, gently blowing up her shiny hair. The moment she tucked her hair behind her ears like an elf, the young men who were secretly watching from a distance were stunned.
As Charles tapped lightly on the balcony with his steel fingers, the heads of several teenagers staying there were instantly twisted by transparent tentacles to look elsewhere.
He raised his prosthetic limb and used the spear hook that had not been used for a long time towards the sunshade roof above. The chain kept retracting with a click, pulling Charles onto the ceiling.
The sea breeze blew the seeds and soil onto the ceiling, and some weeds had grown on the previously bare surface.
Charles lay down, his back against the weeds, looking at the crack above him through which the sun was shining.
With all the problems in his mind, he fell asleep unknowingly.
(End of this chapter)