Chapter 339 Preparations for Sailing

Charles looked down at the ants on the ground, his eyes straight as they crawled in and out of their burrows. "Are we human beings destined to be ants in front of them?"

"No! Of course not! Our great God of Light is different. He is a great existence, and he is a merciful existence—"

"Okay!" Charles directly interrupted the Pope's promotion of his religion. An annoyed expression appeared on his face,

"If you can't find a way, you can't find a way. What do you say about these messes."

"No, of course there is a way. You just need to find the exit on the surface. As I told you before, as long as you find the exit on the surface, the Almighty God of Light will be able to get away. As long as he can get out of the predicament, then help you relieve Yidick's gaze , it’s easy for him.”

There was a hint of contempt on Charles's face, and after talking for a long time, he still wanted him to leave as soon as possible. He turned around and walked out of the banana field without looking back.

"Child, hurry up, don't let me rush you." The pope yelled at Charles behind him.

Seeing Charles' back quickly walk out of the banana field, the Pope folded his hands behind him, and walked slowly towards the Light God Cult like an ordinary old man.

When he came to the door of the church, he saw a believer engrossed in reading an internal newspaper of the Illuminati Sect.

The Pope left him alone, standing behind him, peeking over his shoulder at the top of the newspaper.

"All kinds of church members, fellow compatriots, because of the various evil crimes they have done, the Fortan Church has been known to the world. Their major dioceses are shrinking rapidly, and the dioceses they have vacated have been taken care of by us. Missionaries completely and completely occupied!"

"Of course, our great Pope is indispensable for this. We used cameras to capture the mighty moment of defeating Ronka with a huge steeple. With the promotion of these photos, the prestige of our Guangming God Sect has been greatly spread. .”

"Because of these two things, the number of our new compatriots has increased rapidly recently! There are not enough blessing needles for holding blessings, and the craftsmen are working overtime to make them!!"

"According to the current momentum, it is estimated that in the fastest 3 months, our compatriots will exceed 10 million!! Long live the God of Light!!!"

The believer who was actually reading the newspaper looked very excited, his hands were a little unsteady, and he couldn't help but shouted out at the end. "Long live the God of Light!!"

At this moment, he noticed the Pope behind him, who was half a head shorter, holding the newspaper with trembling hands and handing it over.

The Pope didn't pick up the newspaper, touched his head with a smile, turned around and walked towards the prayer room.

His footsteps were light and the joy on his face couldn't be hidden, and finally he couldn't help humming a song.

In Hope Island's deserted Governor's Mansion, Charles walked silently towards his bedroom. While walking, he was thinking about what the Pope had just said.

To be honest, he can only believe half of his ant theory at most. In addition, the Light God Sect and Fortan God are sworn enemies, and the possibility of slandering the other side may be even higher.

At least if the gods really don't care about humans, then how could the bandages curse because of the failure of the sacrifice.

If the gods really don't care about humans, why would they go to the British Isle because of Swann sacrificing the entire island of humans.

"Human beings are not ants, even if they are ants, if you insist on using pliers, you can still pinch him!"

When Charles just thought of this, he was suddenly taken aback. How could he have such an idea? Did Anna lead me astray too?

He showed a slight smile, took two quick steps and came to his bedroom, holding the doorknob in front of him and turning it lightly. "Anna, I almost made you..."

Looking into the empty room, Charles slowly put his hand down and took a deep breath.

He walked in and tidied up the somewhat messy room slowly, as if Anna's melodious voice and Shining's shouts could still be heard in his ears.

"Perhaps it's not a bad choice to live with her in Earth Sea like this."

Just when Charles was thinking this way, he suddenly heard the sound of messy footsteps behind him. It sounded like there were quite a few people.

As soon as he poked his head, he saw James, Lily, Orderic, West, Feuerbach, and a large group of his own crew squeezed in.

"Captain! We all agree that this can't go on anymore, that woman is really dangerous! Since you said that she has never modified your memory, let this Mr. Finn test it, he is also good at this aspect! As long as he checks, he will know whether she has modified your memory!!" James said with a solemn expression.

"Honey, I heard from my subordinates that you call a floating monster your daughter? I don't mean to want to occupy you. I really think that woman definitely modified your memory." This was Elizabeth's voice.

Glancing at Elizabeth behind the crew and the old magician Finn Gaunt, Charles showed a wry smile on his face.

Seeing how mobilizing the crowd, if Anna hadn't left, they might have started fighting.

"Then I'm afraid you will have to make a trip in vain, Anna just left."

"Let's go? Impossible! The pier was temporarily blocked by me, and half of the boats couldn't get out!"

Charles put the folded sheets on the bed. "Okay, don't waste your energy on unnecessary places. Now that you have enough rest, we will go to sea in five days. The chief engineer will prepare the fuel, the bosun will change the rope to check the condition of the ship, the cook will prepare the food, and the second officer will plan the route with me. .”

"yes!"

"yes!"

The crew members of the Narwhal looked at each other for a few moments, then immediately turned and rushed towards the door.

Elizabeth approached Charles slowly, and lightly touched Charles' shoulder with her broad shoulders. "She really left?"

"What are you doing to lie to you? Of course I'm leaving."

Elizabeth's soft body slowly leaned over. "So we only have five days left to be together?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more uncomfortable, Charles quickly stopped her, "Wait, there are others here."

Finn Gaunt coughed at the door and was about to sneak away.

"Wait, Mr. Finn, don't go, I just need your help here."

"Governor Charles is very polite. Please speak up when you need me. We are allies."

"Do you still have the ingredients for the depersonalization potion?"

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The damp Hope Island felon cell was empty at this time, and everyone was pulled out to work, so that the footsteps of Charles echoed a little.

With a "click", the innermost steel door was opened.

"Stand up!" Charles' sudden roar frightened the warden next to him, and he shivered violently.

"Captain, have you finally come to see me? I thought you were going to imprison me forever." Dipper put down the notebook in his hand, and calmly looked at the people in front of him.

Charles looked at the former bosun in front of him with a complicated expression. After watching for more than ten seconds, he asked, "Which personality came up with the idea of ​​turning me into a deep diver that day?"