Chapter 398 Arrival

Charles returned the human skin to the bandage, and said to him, "Then you are now a postman. Will you still be on board the Narwhal?"

"I want to come back...but...my mother doesn't want me to come back...I'll think about it..."

Hearing this, Charles felt a little disappointed, but he smiled indifferently. "It's okay, whether you come or not, I respect your decision. The Narwhal has changed several waves of people, some of them died, some of them retired, and at least a group of people were changed for other positions. Now it's their turn. You are the first mate."

A stiff smile appeared on Bandage's young face. "Then I'll go...deliver the letter..."

"Now that there are telegrams, are there still so many people writing letters?"

"Telegrams...according to the number of words...the money...expensive..." After Bandage said this, he pedaled his bicycle and set off towards the center of the island.

Looking at the letters on both sides of his car mat, Charles nodded knowingly. "Indeed, you can write as many words as you want on the letter, and the postage is much cheaper than the telegram."

Seeing the bandage disappear in front of him, Charles turned his head to the old painter next to him. He was just about to discuss the next topic with the other party, but found that the other party was throwing up at the sea next to him.

"Mr., are you okay?" Charles wanted to help, but the other party backed away with fear on his face.

The conversation between the young man in front of him and the postman really frightened him. He didn't want to have anything to do with such people who peeled and tanned human skin.

He used to think that the other party was just an ordinary painter like himself, but now it seems that the other party's identity is absolutely unusual.

"You can go to the school and ask, the school is really recruiting teachers." Charles really didn't want such a talent as the other party to be displaced.

Who would have thought that the old painter straightened up and threatened tremblingly: "I tell you, don't try to lie to me, the laws of Hope Island are very strict, you will be caught by the police, but you will be thrown into prison! "

Seeing that the other party didn't listen, Charles simply had a showdown. "Let's be honest, I am the governor of Hope Island."

"Yeah! You are you, so can I go now?" The old painter kept nodding his head, pretending to agree.

Charles looked a little helpless, "Then what do you have to do to believe me?"

"I heard that the governor of Hope Island can control mice, can you show me?" The voice of the old painter was hesitant.

Charles put two fingers in his mouth and blew, a sharp whistle sounded, and a large group of mice came out of the darkness and surrounded him.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the old painter finally believed in this fact.

But the old painter did not agree directly as Charles thought, but stared at Charles with trembling eyes.

"Your Excellency, I have always had a question in my mind, and I want to ask you, can you answer me?"

Charles waved his hand, and the mice under him quickly dispersed. "go ahead."

"Back when the British Isle was destroyed, many people said that it was caused by the Fortan Theology, but I don't believe it. What I want to ask is, is there any help from the governors?"

"have."

"Why, why are you doing this!! So many of my students, and all those millions of people! They are all gone, I have no home!!" The old painter's face was in extreme pain.

"When Swan used Ronka to occupy other islands, have you considered how many people would die at that time? Among those who died, how many were other people's children, and how many were other people's students? "

The old painter stood there in a daze, speechless.

"The capture of the island is a rule between the governors. Winners and losers are determined. If you die, you will die. This is nothing, but Swan, he is the first in the entire history of Earth Sea to sacrifice the entire island to the gods." He is a traitor to humanity!"

The old painter was stunned, "Governor Swan made it himself?"

"The capture of the governors is all for the island and the resources on it. It is absolutely impossible for us to do this situation in the British Isle. The dead island is useless to any of us." Charles explained to him.

Speaking of this matter, Charles seems to have been involved. The main purpose of his previous trip to the British Isles was for submarines.

The old painter stared blankly at the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The destruction of the British Isles was not due to the conspiracy of other governors' houses, nor was it because of the sacrifices of the Fortanism. The real reason was actually the Governor of the British Isles himself. He couldn't accept this reality a little bit.

"You still want to go whatever you want now, the boat is over there, and it hasn't started yet, but if you want to let some children know that the world is not only about machinery and steam, then Hope Island schools welcome you at any time." Charles said Then I started to pack up my drawing board.

Just when he put away the drawing board, he suddenly heard movement in the direction of the port.

He turned his head to look, and suddenly opened his mouth in surprise. It was a huge airship of the Light God Sect. The bulging yellow airbags covered the sky and almost covered the entire dome.

Below the airship is a fleet dominated by seven or eight glittering golden ships.

Such a mobilization, if not for the pope's advance greeting, Charles almost thought that the other party was going to occupy Hope Island.

"I have something to do. Please think carefully about the specific situation." Charles stepped on the water and rushed towards the magnificent fleet in the distance.

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Director James, who had been busy all day, got out of the car door opened by the driver.

Although his face was full of exhaustion, he saw a relieved smile on his face when he saw his wife Moxika open the door.

"I saw a lot of policemen at the pier, are you tired today?" Moxika greeted her husband.

The two walked towards the exquisitely decorated room while chatting.

The tired James shook his head, "It's okay, although it was a bit messy at first, but the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, and the ship and airship of the God of Light have left with a full load of materials.

"Isn't the God of Light teaching them the governor's allies? Why beware of them?"

"There are so many fleets, no matter how careful you are, I can't be too careful. To be honest, if the governor hadn't personally ordered it, I wouldn't want to let so many fleets approach Hope Island.

Just as they said this, they had already arrived in the living room, and Moxika thoughtfully took off his coat.

"Haven't you eaten yet? I made you something to eat. If it's not enough, tell me."

James was not polite, he picked up the knife and fork and started eating. To be honest, he was busy all day today and didn't eat anything.