Faced with the intimacy in the other party's words, Medea said nothing.
She buried her head in her food, and when lunch was over and they walked towards the door, a soft thank you reached Margaret's ears.
Governor He Fang showed a hint of a smile on his face, although during his interaction with Medea, she looked like a dolphin covered in poisonous spines, ready to attack anyone who approached her at any time.
But this was just a stress response due to being hurt too deeply. She had actually been hiding her soft heart behind the sharp sting. After all, she was just a 6-year-old girl.
From the information obtained from the pirates of Sodom, it was known that the reason why they were able to roam the sea for so long, besides their powerful strength, was another factor, and that was Tuba.
Medea and other monsters alone could not rule the entire pirate kingdom. It could even be said that the dead madman was the real controller of Sodom.
Even though he was a madman, every time there was a major crisis in Sodom, as soon as he showed up, the problem would be solved instantly.
Fortunately, he is finally dead now. As long as he pays a little sincerity and patience, he can control all the power of Sodom. This is definitely a qualified deal. When Sodom is completely controlled by him, the military strength of Hefang will be greatly enhanced.
Just as she was thinking about all the details that would follow, a letter suddenly floated in from the window next to her and hovered in front of Margaret's eyes.
The indifferent female governor stretched out two fingers and gently pinched it, then said to the empty sky: "Go down."
The paper was opened, and the content inside was about the new decree issued on Hope Island. It must be said that Anna was better than himself in this regard.
Looking through the lines one by one, Margaret's eyes stopped at the bottom one. Charles's doctor seemed to be looking for a way to replace the heart.
"Is there something wrong with Charles' heart? Is it serious?" Margaret thought to herself. She didn't know why she was getting nervous.
But then a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face. The other party was no longer the little captain who was exploring the sea. There was no need for her help at all. As the overlord of the North Sea, she believed that he would find a solution soon.
Margaret thought so. She put the paper in her hand on the table and continued to deal with the remaining food on the plate. But as she ate, her eyes couldn't help but look at the paper.
Margaret was moving the remaining pieces of meat around on the plate but refused to eat them. This was how she felt at the moment.
Suddenly she gritted her teeth, stood up, walked to her office, and took out a shining portrait from the bottom drawer.
As Margaret called softly, Shanshan, wearing a white dress, appeared in front of her.
"Are you looking for my dad or my mom? Or do you want to ask about their relationship? I think they have a good relationship and there's no chance for you." Shanshan said directly.
Margaret looked at the girl floating in the air in shock. She had changed so much from the last time she met her.
"What's so shocking about this? People always have to grow up. It's just that I grow a little faster. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Shanshan said after circling around her.
Margaret quickly retracted her attention and asked Shanshan, "Is Governor Charles having heart problems? Is it a hidden illness from the past?"
Shanshan hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately decided not to tell the truth to the woman in front of him. "I guess so. What, do you have a solution?"
"I don't have one, but I know who can solve it. When the British Isles were still there, I once fought against an officer from the British Isles. His entire body was modified with machinery, including his heart."
Twinkle nodded at her, "I thank you for your help on behalf of my father. I will tell him that it was you who provided the information."
Seeing Shanshan was about to leave, Margaret hurriedly called her, "Wait! Don't tell him, just say you found it by accident."
Shanshan carefully looked at the woman with a slanting scar on her face and her hair covering her right eye. "Well, I will never tell my father anything. Don't worry, I am a very tight-lipped person."
"What? Margaret told you?" Charles looked at his daughter in surprise.
"Yeah, and she specifically asked me not to tell you that after seeing her, she still can't forget you, Dad."
Charles frowned and thought for a while, then looked up at Shanshan and said, "Go and thank her for me. It's been a great help to me."
"I'm not going. I just said I would keep it a secret for her. It would be so awkward if we meet again. Besides, isn't there a phone next to it? Hope Island and He Fang have already been connected. You just need to dial one." After Shanshan finished speaking, her body disappeared in mid-air.
Looking at the brass phone on the table, Charles thought for a second before picking up the phone. However, the rapid ringing continued, but no one answered the phone.
After making three consecutive calls, Charles hung up the phone. Since the other party didn't want to be involved with him too much, forget it. He would thank him in person the next time they met.
Quickly clearing his mind, Charles focused on the information sent by Margaret: the British Isles had the technology for artificial hearts.
I should have thought of it. Since the arms can be replaced with prosthetic limbs, then the heart can certainly be replaced as well.
Soon, the general manager of the prosthetic company that Linda worked for in Hope Island came to Charles.
"Dear Governor, is your prosthesis still working?" The middle-aged man with monocle took off his hat and saluted Charles respectfully.
Charles didn't waste any time and immediately asked him direct questions.
"Well, prosthetic heart. I did hear that the parent company has technology in this area before, but this core technology is exclusive to the British Navy and has not been commercialized."
"With the destruction of the British Isles, the parent company and the British Navy are gone, and this technology has disappeared. However, if you are willing to let Hope Island provide funding, then I am willing to start from scratch for you--"
Charles raised his metal arm and interrupted the other person. "Who said that technology has disappeared? Isn't the British Isles still there? Even though the island is gone, everything on the island is still there."
The huge nautical chart was quickly opened, and the British Isles, which had been painted as a black dot, appeared in front of everyone again.
“Governor… It’s not very safe in here right now, right? After all, this island has been sacrificed to the gods.” The head of the prosthetic company seemed very uneasy.
(End of this chapter)