Elizabeth's grandfather lived in a house in the underground Governor's Palace. In order to facilitate his living as he was more than three meters tall, all the furniture here was specially customized large furniture.
The tall figure was sitting on a sofa more than four meters high, leaning forward and looking at a screen that was three times larger than an ordinary TV.
He was so focused on the drama on the screen that he didn't even notice Charles and Elizabeth coming up to them.
"Grandfather, Charles is here to see you." Elizabeth patted the back of his half-meter-wide, wrinkled hand.
Hearing this, the white-haired old giant slowly took off his half-frame glasses and looked at the two people beside him.
When he found out it was his granddaughter, his face covered with age spots showed a kind smile, "Ah, my little Liz, you came to see me? What did you just say?"
Elizabeth cupped her hands into a trumpet shape and shouted at the old man, "I say! Charles is here to see you! He has something to talk to you about! Where are the new ears I bought for you? Why don't you wear them?!"
"I heard you. Speak a little quieter. I'm not deaf!" The old man reached out and groped on the table next to him.
Taking this opportunity, Elizabeth explained to Charles next to her with a hint of helplessness: "His ears are not very good now. I found a way to restore his hearing, but he doesn't like to use it very much."
Charles nodded slightly. "Not bad. After all these years, your grandfather is still in such good health. There are not many people who can live so long in Earthsea."
While the two were chatting, Elizabeth's grandfather took out a black insect that looked like a centipede from a jar. Judging from its big blood-red teeth, this thing was not a good thing.
The old man slowly tilted his head, picked up the insect with trembling hands and stuffed it into his ear hole.
The old man gasped in pain as the centipede quickly crawled into his ear, and when it was over, he sat up straight and looked at Charles.
"Mr. Charles, if you need any help from me, please tell me directly. If I can help you, I will definitely help you."
Charles looked at him in surprise, "You knew I asked you for help?"
The old giant chuckled amiably, "If the Governor of Hope Island is alright, he probably won't have time to come looking for an old man who is about to die. What can I do for you?"
Hearing what the other party said, Charles did not hesitate to state his purpose directly, "I remember you told me that when you were young, you went to the island of gods and also saw the corpse of the god floating in the air. If you were asked to recall it now, do you still remember the original route?"
After hearing what Charles said, the old man was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. "Governor, can you tell me what you want to know about this?"
Charles did not answer this question and just looked at him calmly.
The old man didn't get angry when he didn't get a reply. He sighed helplessly and said, "Although I haven't even left the house much in recent years due to my health, I can still sense that something big has happened outside."
"You want to deal with our gods? This is probably an act of seeking death. The gods are much more powerful than you think."
"Believe me, I know much more about your gods than you do. If you want to help me, just tell me what you know." Charles didn't want to explain too much to the giant who was still kept in the dark.
"Okay, I get it. I'll listen to Liz. It wasn't you who gave her this island in the first place. I wouldn't have had such a good life. Bring over a table."
Soon a table was brought in front of the old man. On it was a piece of dense gray cloth. As a captain, Charles knew this kind of cloth. It was a material specifically used for drawing nautical charts.
The old man picked up the 1.5-meter-long ruler on the table with one hand and began to paint on the cloth. At this time, his eyes were sharp and his old hands did not shake at all. His body, which seemed like an empty shell before, seemed to be injected with soul again.
The thin longitude and latitude lines divided the gray cloth into small squares. As the islands were drawn on them one by one, Charles was amazed at the other party's superb skills in drawing nautical charts.
When he was young, he must have also made a living at sea. The fact that he could live to this age speaks volumes about his strength.
After drawing the islands, he began to draw the shipping routes. This kind of meticulous work was a bit too much for an old man with stiff movements. When everything was finished, he threw down his pen and collapsed on the sofa, gasping for breath.
Charles rested his hands on the table, looking down at the huge nautical chart on the table in front of him. This was a chart of the Sea of Misty Sea. The Sea of Misty Sea was oval in shape as a whole. It not only marked the Broken Heart Island that he had visited once, but also marked other central islands, with various islands scattered around.
A route follows an arc, starting from Broken Heart Island, jumping between several islands, and arriving at the center of the Misty Sea. Compared with other islands, this place is blank.
"This is where I saw the god's corpse. I don't know what you are going to do. If you want to live, I advise you not to seek death." The old man stood up again with the help of his granddaughter.
"I don't know how many islands there are. If the gods don't tell us, we won't ask."
Charles looked at the empty chart center. He thought for a moment, picked up the pen next to him, and wrote SITE6 at the end of the route.
"You remember it so clearly? Your memory is amazing."
The old man looked at her with a complicated expression and said in a very melancholy voice: "No matter what, this is my former home. I have promised Liz that after I die, my ashes will be scattered back into the Sea of Misty Sea."
Charles reached out to roll up the map, but was blocked by the old man. "Wait, I need to explain to you about that place. Look at these islands."
His wrinkled fingers kept pointing on the sea chart, "Here, here, and here. The eight islands of the Haik tribe are all on the outermost periphery. Anything that comes into contact with the outside world must come out from the outside. But we are not the only ones inside. You have to be careful."
The old man's fingers circled the sea chart. "Except for the islands of the Haik tribe, the remaining islands belong to other tribes, some of which have never had contact with the outside world. They... they are very terrifying."
Charles looked at him in surprise, "Do you have any specific information about them?" Charles' first reaction to hearing this news was that these things were human experiments of the Foundation.
The old man shook his head. “No, I just heard about it from the elders in my tribe when I was a child. They are not human and are extremely powerful. The reason these things didn’t escape from the island is that they were suppressed by the gods. These are all masterpieces of the gods.”
(End of this chapter)