Hearing the other party suddenly say such shocking words, Charles' hands trembled and the bottle was almost caught. He rushed to Tuba and asked nervously: "What's going on? Don't joke with me about this kind of thing! In the future, will you die alone, or will all mankind die?"
Tuanba frowned tightly, looking distressed, "Well I don't know, I just saw when I died."
"Speak clearly, Tuba, stop playing tricks, this is really important to me!" Charles grabbed the old man's arm and lifted him up.
Tuba swung his feet in the air. Just when Charles thought he still had no explanation, Tuba's innocent eyes, like those of a child, slowly focused.
Tuba, who seemed to have become an adult, quickly said to Charles, "It's none of your business. I'm just announcing my death in advance. Let me make it clear first. My grave will be next to Lily's grave. The color of the tombstone will be pure yellow, with nothing written on it. On the day of burial, I will be my own chief mourner."
Charles suddenly felt happy. He had only seen Tuba like this from another angle. "Are you awake? What will the future look like? Is the foundation gone?"
"How can I tell? All the futures are stacked on top of each other. There are all kinds of futures. But I can tell you one thing: the Foundation will continue to exist."
As soon as Tuba finished speaking, Charles' body suddenly tensed up. He felt that a powerful danger was approaching!
At this moment, two triangular pits appeared silently on the wall with white wallpaper next to it, and the Guardian of the Angle was attracted by Tuba!
Charles had dealt with them before, and both their immortality and strange attack methods were extremely difficult to deal with.
He thought a fierce battle was about to begin, but nothing appeared around him.
When Charles turned his head to look at Tuba in front of him, he found that he was looking at him stupidly. The real Tuba had gone back.
When he let Tuba go, Tuba, holding the group of mice that had already been scared to death, jumped towards the kitchen.
Looking at his cheerful back, Charles felt very complicated. Was he really going to die? Was another member of his crew going to leave
After being disturbed by Tuba, Charles had no time to drink. He carefully thought about the information conveyed by Tuba. He even pulled Anna and Shanshan over to analyze it together.
Tuba only gave very little information, and personally said that the foundation will always exist, but he also said that he could not confirm which side won, which is completely contradictory.
If the Foundation doesn't win, how can they continue to exist? Can they and themselves still coexist peacefully
But no matter what Charles and the others thought, they could not figure out anything except the certain news that Tuba was about to die.
Before anyone could figure out the mystery left by Tuba, new news came from the Broken Heart Island thousands of miles away.
Still in the underground church, Kevin put a finger-length live fish in front of the eyeball spider in a flattering manner, "Sir, this is a freshly caught yellow-scaled fish, the most delicious deep-sea fish in the South China Sea. I heard that you haven't been eating well recently, so we went to the sea to catch it for you."
Charles glanced at Cindy who was sitting upright next to him, and after controlling the spider to inject digestive fluid into the fish, he said to Kevin, "Have you found a solution?"
Kevin nodded excitedly, "Yes, sir! We heard that a ship will set sail tomorrow to deliver goods to an island in the inner circle of the fog!"
He then pointed at Cindy next to him and said, "I have bribed the boatswain to let this compatriot board the ship in his place. Fortunately, this compatriot is from the Haik tribe, and they are less wary of people from their own tribe. If it were a human, it would be impossible to do it."
"Does anyone know where our destination is this time?" Charles on the other side quickly took out the big map, intending to check how far it was from SITE6.
"It's okay. Just let us get on board. Leave the rest to us." Charles
Kevin nodded vigorously, "Yes! These false gods will never threaten the Almighty! When He wakes up, these pagans will all be judged!"
Charles looked at him and nodded gently. "After I leave, you and your brother, if you have the ability, unite the Futan believers in the prison and cause trouble for the Haik tribe."
If the Haik island becomes a mess, at least it can divert some of the Foundation's attention.
"Understood! We will do it even if we try our best!" The Futan believers present immediately stood up straight with fanaticism in their eyes.
They all thought in their hearts that this was an order issued by a big shot in the Futan religion. If it was completed successfully, they might be rewarded with the legendary initiation ceremony! And become true servants of the powerful!
The next day arrived soon, and Cindy, who had already prepared everything, came to the dock. He took the shark skin that Kevin gave him as a symbol of his identity, and strode towards the turtle shell ship in the distance.
The work of a sailor is pretty much the same, cleaning the deck, doing groceries, changing ropes. Cindy had done all of these before, and the bribed boatswain was very satisfied that she didn't need to be taught.
A thirty-centimeter-long palm slapped Cindy's shoulder. It was the hand of the boatswain, whose most distinctive feature was his big ball-like beard.
"Boy, you are pretty good. When you follow me for a few more trips, you will know how much more comfortable it is to run in the inner sea compared to running in the outer sea. You are lucky."
Cindy straightened up and said at Charles's signal, "Boss, how many days are we going to be gone? It shouldn't be too long, right? I want to go back early. If my mother knew that I went out to sea again, she would definitely scold me to death."
The boatswain picked his nose and threw it on the floor that Cindy had just mopped. "At this speed and with no big waves, it should take about 20 days, which means 40 days for the round trip. Your mother must know."
"Isn't it going to keep turning? I don't get seasick, but every time the boat turns I feel like vomiting."
"Don't worry, we won't turn around. Just keep going to the end. Do a good job." The boatswain patted Cindy's shoulder again, then turned and left.
At this time, Charles in the Governor's Palace quickly took out the nautical chart and quickly drew a route according to the current speed and direction.
For an old captain like Charles, this is a piece of cake. As long as he knows a few simple parameters, he can calculate the ship's final destination.
When Charles saw that the ship's destination was still 600 nautical miles away from SITE 6, he knew that he had to completely control the ship before reaching the destination.
119-1=118
(End of this chapter)