Chapter 287 Remuneration and Ability

"I haven't seen Margaret for a long time, come and talk to me." Charles returned to the drawing board and began to draw.

There was a little struggle on Margaret's face, and finally she stepped forward.

"What happened to the face? Who did it?"

Margaret didn't answer, and Ta tried to bring the conversation back to normal with a cold expression.

"Governor Charles, do you feel that there are not enough bargaining chips? As long as I take it back, other conditions can be negotiated."

Charles looked away from the painting in front of him and looked at Margaret beside him.

"Brush." ​​The painting on Charles' drawing board was taken down and handed over. It was a pencil sketch.

The background is the deck of a ship, a young girl inside, she holds food in her hands and gives it to the slave next to her, that is when they met for the first time.

The beautiful girl's eyes are full of innocence, pure like an angel.

"Actually, compared to the current you, I think the you before you are more beautiful, not only the face."

Looking at her former self on the drawing paper, Margaret was touched by something in her heart.

Margaret took a step forward with a slightly trembling expression. "Governor Charles, how can you lend me the boat? Is it worthless to save you?"

Charles walked up to her and looked into her eyes, and he could see something in the woman's eyes that he had once had.

Obsession, extreme obsession, desperate obsession to achieve a certain goal.

Charles stretched out his hand, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will lend you the boat, and I will also lend you the person, but I hope you will thoroughly face what is in your heart, otherwise you will always be One day it will destroy you, and that feeling of hopelessness is worse than death."

"Crack..." Margaret seemed to have a crack in her heart, but the scene before her father, mother and brother died quickly covered it up.

The slender arms trembled slightly, shaking Charles' arms away.

With an agitated expression, Margaret took out a dagger and swiped at her arm, and she pulled out several black stones with blood.

When Charles was stunned, she quickly cut the palm of Charles' right hand and stuffed the stones into it. "The Cavendish family will never ask for charity from others. Since my favor for saving you is worthless, then this can definitely be exchanged for the reward of your fleet!"

After Margaret finished speaking, she turned and left with the drawing paper in her hand.

Charles looked at the rapidly healing scar in his hand, with a confused expression on his face. What happened to this girl? What does it mean?

Charles actually didn't know much about Margaret, except after he was rescued from Sodom, he didn't know much after that.

Hearing that she had saved him, Charles showed kindness to her, but the other party didn't seem to appreciate it.

Seeing Margaret getting farther and farther away, Charles didn't intend to chase, and raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the dark, the mouse holding half a piece of sugar quickly got out. Charles quickly wrote something on the drawing paper, folded it into small pieces and gave it to the mouse.

"Send it to Feuerbach and ask him to lend Margaret a fleet to conquer He Fang Island."

"Zhi~zhizhi~" the mouse quickly ran out with the paper bag in its mouth.

"What did she stuff in my hand?" Charles took out the black blade and was about to slit his palm and pull out the thing.

The blade slashed along the lines of the palm, and Charles was very surprised that his palm was only cut with a small cut, not even blood flowed.

"What's going on?" Charles swiped hard again, and a bloodstain appeared in the palm of his hand.

And healed quickly under Charles' powerful recovery ability.

Charles put his fingers into his palm and quickly pulled out the stone.

He looked at the stone, then at the black blade.

Facing the bloody palm, Charles slashed down again, and this time his defense was obviously lower.

Blood spattered, and the knife almost chopped off the entire palm.

Charles stood in the sun, looking at the small stone in the prosthetic hand facing the sun. "Can this thing increase the defense of the body?"

For some reason, Charles immediately thought of Margaret, the governor of Hefang Island who could directly bombard him with cannons.

Maybe that's why he wasn't afraid of shelling.

Charles stretched out his hand, stuffed the stones into the wound again, and began to test his physical changes with various attacks.

First of all, in terms of defense, as long as this stone is buried in the body, his skin is almost as hard as iron.

Even with an exceptionally sharp weapon like the black blade, it is difficult to draw blood without using force.

The defense against impact is even better, and ordinary bullets only leave a shallow crater on the body.

This is still only one aspect, the other aspect is the change of strength, this stone can obviously increase strength.

Charles looked around and walked towards the towering coconut tree.

Clenched his right fist and leaned against the tree pole with his forearm, then swung his forearm violently, and slammed it hard towards the tree trunk. A whole coconut tree fell to the ground in an instant amidst the splash of sawdust.

The sound immediately attracted the attention of the nearby islanders, but when they saw Charles standing under the sun intact, they immediately looked back.

On Hope Island, the only one who can stand under the sun and is safe and sound is the honorable Governor. The believers of the Light God Sect said that this is a reward for him to find the Light Land.

Charles looked at the expression on his arm in shock. Speaking of which, my strength is not small. With the clown mask to increase my body, my strength has reached the limit of the human body.

But now, his strength has completely broken through the limitations of human beings. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a human tank.

This is a good thing, a very good thing, if you really want to compare it, a lease of a fleet can't compare to such a good thing.

Charles originally wanted to ask Margaret, but he turned around and took two steps before thinking about it.

She did this as if she wanted to completely distance herself from herself, and it would only make her more embarrassing if she went to find her.

"I hope she can think about it herself." Charles walked in front of the drawing board, picked up the brush and prepared to color.

With a "click", the brush was pinched into three sections by him,

Charles stared at the broken paintbrush in a daze, the sudden increase in strength made him unable to adapt.

Seeing this, he didn't bother to draw anymore, and Charles put away the drawing board and was ready to go back. Go back and get used to this powerful strength first, otherwise no amount of brushes will be enough for him to fold.

Charles walked into the shade shed, and the islanders dispersed in a wide circle. She looked at him with respect and love in her eyes.

Charles didn't bother to care about this, and walked quickly towards the Governor's Mansion.

There is a training ground and a design room behind the Governor's Mansion, where there are equipment that can help him quickly adapt to the sudden increase in strength.

Just as Charles was hurrying home on the street, a child's voice suddenly came from beside him. "Mom, look at that, it's the lunatic with the broken arm at our door!"