"Hey, are you on my side or not? Why do you always contradict me? Didn't I say we should go and take a look first? What if 004 doesn't like to eat dead food?" Anna said with a hint of complaint.
Charles looked at his wife in front of him and sighed softly, "If the body of the god is still there, what are you going to do? Are you going to eat Him?"
"Of course we can't eat it directly. That's the body of a god. Since the Foundation can use it, there must be records of how they use the bodies of gods in the ruins. We can just follow their example and use it the same way they do."
"Don't worry, I've thought about the safety issue more than you did. Nothing will go wrong. I don't want to die." Anna stretched out her arms, hugged Charles' neck and looked at him with a smile.
"Please take your time with your work. If I can really absorb Paide's body and become a god, then you can save one of your three wishes."
Charles stretched out his hands and gently placed them on Anna's shoulders, his eyes fixed on the eyes in front of him.
"Anna, believe me, it's really dangerous for you to do this. Becoming a god may not be a good thing. It may very well be an eternal curse. Can you wait a while? Wait until I find a way to figure out what a god is, and then make a choice."
Anna showed a trace of disgust on her face. "Alright, alright, stop talking about it if you haven't even gone. I don't want to quarrel with you over something that doesn't exist. Why don't you go and see if it's still there?"
After saying that, Anna took out an eyeball spider from her chest and said, "Nuo, why don't you pretend unless someone tells you to. Is it fun to have an eye hanging?"
Charles sighed helplessly in his heart. He knew that Anna was changing the subject and she didn't want to hear this.
"I don't think I'll need it in the future, so I don't plan to install it. It's troublesome to ask Spider every now and then. I can see with one eye."
"Appearance, have you considered the appearance? You look so ugly like this."
Anna put two fingers into Charles's shrunken eyelids and gently pulled them, stuffing the spider in her hand in. "Look, this is much better. I'm leaving now. Tell me when you find Pad's body."
After saying that, Anna gently raised her right hand and snapped her fingers. Accompanied by a white light, Miaoman's body instantly disappeared from the spot.
Smelling the faint fragrance gradually dissipating in the air, Charles, with a frown on his face, thought a lot. Suddenly, he took out the pen on his chest, opened his diary and wrote a line on the wish list.
After finishing writing, Charles closed the diary heavily, picked up the nautical chart on the table, and strode towards the door.
The news that the Governor had gone to sea again spread throughout Hope Island. The islanders speculated secretly whether the war situation in the East China Sea was becoming difficult, or whether there was some other crisis.
Charles didn't care about the public opinion on the island at all. As a dictator, he could just give orders to do what he wanted. There was no need to explain anything to others.
Fortunately, all departments of the Governor's Office have become accustomed to it and have begun to work hard to solve his logistical problems.
Compared to others, the other crew members of the Narwhal were a little eager to make a move, but soon an envelope with the seal of the Governor's Office was delivered to each of their mailboxes, blocking their thoughts. There was only a sentence written by Charles himself in the envelope: "Stay still."
In a gorgeously decorated hall, Dipper sat listlessly on a leather sofa, holding an envelope in his hand. The content of the envelope had one more sentence than the others, "Boy, if you dare to sneak on board, don't blame me for removing you from the family tree."
Alia shook her head, her burgundy hair falling to her back, revealing the scorpion tattoo on her fair neck. "Don't you understand yet? The Governor doesn't want you to take risks on the sea anymore. You can retire and live peacefully on the island."
"Hey! I'm used to drifting on the sea. Now that I'm idle, I feel uncomfortable all over." Dipper scratched the gills on his neck with his hand.
After cleaning her weapon, Alia gently thrust it into the holster on her thigh, then turned and walked to Dipper. "It's the same if I go. This is a good opportunity for me to make plans for the future."
"What about the future?" Dipper looked at his wife with a puzzled expression.
"Of course it's about the succession of the Governor. Think about it, you are the only male heir of the Reed family. If the Governor dies or has an accident, you will be the next Governor of Hope Island. By then, the entire North Sea will belong to us."
"I always thought you were reckless and immature. I didn't expect you to do it right here. I really didn't expect it. It turns out that the Governor's weakness is still family affection."
Hearing this, Dipper's face showed a trace of anger, "What are you talking about! I will be angry if you say this again! The captain can't die! There is no way an accident can happen!"
Alia showed a smug expression on her face. "That's possible. I remember you told me before that the old ship's doctor who died used some strong drugs to save the Governor, so he would not live to be 40 at most. You have been with him the longest, so tell me how old he is now?"
Hearing this, Dipper felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Suddenly, his body quickly turned into blue mist and rushed out.
Alia picked up the bag containing her belongings and walked outside. When she arrived at the dock, she saw her husband anxiously saying something to the Governor of Hope Island.
Seeing the Governor's calm expression, Alia knew that there were only two possibilities in this situation. One was that the Governor had already found a solution, and the other was that he had let it go.
"Okay, stop talking. Your job now is to go back to your shift." Charles looked at the boatswain in front of him with a frown.
"Captain, nothing is more important than your life! Hurry up and gather everyone here to solve this problem! You can't die, Captain!"
Charles was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. With a slight wave of his hand, seven or eight transparent tentacles instantly grew out of the ground. They quickly rolled up Dipper and threw him towards the layers of roofs in the distance.
"This kid is worrying too much. If I really wait for him to remind me, I'm afraid I won't have enough time to prepare the coffin." Charles teased to the bandage on the side.
"Have you solved your physical problem long ago?" Bandage asked in surprise. He had never seen the other party deal with this problem before.
(End of this chapter)