Chapter 439 Follow-Up

In the reception room of the Hope Island Governor's Mansion, Charles frowned slightly, looking at an old woman curled up in front of him.

The cyan tattoos all over her face made this person look very weird, but compared to her appearance, her behavior was even more uncomfortable.

Tuba, who looked dumbfounded, sat in front of the other party, drooling from the corner of her mouth, allowing her to insert a long needle into the gap between her nails.

Green smoke full of stench spewed out from the tattooed old man's mouth, slowly winding around Tuba, and Tuba's blood dripping on the ground turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sitting next to Charles, the bandage came up to his ear and whispered something. He put on a green postman's uniform again, and the bandage on his face was removed again.

Hearing the whisper of the bandage, Charles, who frowned slightly, nodded from time to time.

At this moment, the green smoke around Tuba shrank quickly and returned to the old woman's mouth.

"Sorry, Governor, I can't do anything about this situation." The old woman said to Charles respectfully.

Charles didn't look surprised. This wasn't the first time. With a slight wave of his hand, the man quickly backed away.

"I've tried everything. It seems that what Anna can't solve, they can't solve either." Charles walked over and picked up Tuba who was lying on the ground.

Faced with Linda and Anna, who are both helpless, Bandage always tries to find other ways, but the effect is not satisfactory.

"For this situation, is there nothing the Fortan Church can do?" Charles asked his first mate.

The other party shook his head silently, and he also walked to Tuba's side, supporting his other arm.

The two helped him to sit down on the stool beside him, and the captain and the first officer looked at the drooling navigator in front of them together.

"I have asked the housekeeper to prepare a house and supporting servants. If he really can't wake up, then let him retire on Hope Island." Tuba's end Charles was a little embarrassed, although he He hasn't used his navigator ability once, but he is a partner who has lived and died together after all.

"Captain...what happened...what?" Bandage asked.

Facing his first officer, Charles, there was no need to hide anything. He told everything that happened from another angle.

"Over there... Tuba may have been taken away by... that "blackboard eraser"..." Bandage said.

"Of course I guessed that too, but don't you think it's a bit strange?" Charles stretched out his prosthetic limb and turned Tuba's eyelids over, the eyeballs inside were slowly turning.

"If that's the case, shouldn't he die completely? Even if he doesn't die, he should be a vegetable. Why is he still able to take care of himself now?"

"Maybe... it has something to do with him being... a living relic..."

"Maybe, but that doesn't help much with Touba's situation."

"Would you like...to contact...the "King" of Sodom...? They have lived together...for so long...maybe they know...something..."

Hearing his words, several living relics in Sin City flashed in Charles' mind, and the weird smiling face of the little girl in 134 flashed in his mind.

"Forget it, I don't want to deal with them unless it's necessary."

He robbed them of their materials, then their island, and finally let them lose Tianshui Island, their base camp. Charles didn't need to think about how the other party treated him.

Especially when he made their companions even crazier.

"By the way, where is Sodom now? When I heard about them last time, it seemed that they went to the Western Sea?" Charles sat down on the sofa beside him.

Bandage raised his head and glanced at Charles, "Docked at Hefang Island...they may...have a deal with Governor Margaret..."

"He Fang's lost territory... was assisted by them... to take it back..."

"Margaret." Charles murmured, the pure and lovely girl from back then flashed in his mind.

"Did something happen to you and her...?" Bandage asked.

"No, I don't have that many women. Anna is very jealous." Charles shook his head and stood up from the sofa.

"By the way, Bandage, it's almost noon, let's stay and have a meal together."

The bandage was beyond Charles' expectation, and he shook his head, "No...my mother is at home...preparing food and waiting for me..."

After saying this, he turned and left, not caring about the embarrassment on Charles' face at all.

In the end, Charles was accompanied by someone for lunch that day, and Tuba did not leave. At least he had a very happy meal.

That afternoon, Charles sent Tuba to a luxurious building not far away. A butler led six maids and six servants, who were already waiting in the front yard.

These people are the top existence in this industry.

"This is my navigator, take good care of him and don't let him be wronged. If there is anything unusual about him, please tell me immediately." Charles said to the young butler in front of him.

"Your Excellency, don't worry, I'm a professional." The butler lowered his head to avoid Charles' sharp gaze.

He could hear the faint threats in the governor's words. Indeed, it is too simple to serve a master who is a fool without any reason.

It's no big deal even if he bullies and bullies him a bit, he's a fool anyway.

But this is the governor's employment. If he finds out, it may not be as simple as dismissal.

Seeing Tuba being helped into the gate by the maids, Charles bent down and sat in the back seat of the car. "Go to the Institute of Relics."

The car quickly set off towards the destination. As the distance approached, Charles clearly felt that the atmosphere outside the window began to change.

The number of islanders dressed in ordinary clothes began to decrease, and the number of marines in blue uniforms gradually increased, and they all held weapons in their hands.

When Charles got out of the car, the navy standing guard in front of the research institute immediately grasped the gun in his hand and straightened his body.

Charles looked up and found that the construction site next to him was almost completed, which was faster than he thought.

"It's still a bit small. If there is a group of factories like the British Isle, I'm afraid it will take up half of the entire Hope Island."

Today's Institute of Relics and its nearby supporting facilities occupy the southeast corner of Hope Island, becoming a heavily guarded military base.

The speed of the people inside was faster than Charles had imagined. When he entered the hall, there was already a row of people standing there to greet him. Charles didn't recognize the new look.

"Captain, why are you here?" Linda in a white coat greeted her from the corridor next to her.

"Let's take a look at the results. Has there been any new progress in recent months?"

The two walked along the side corridor one after the other, leaving the large group of people at the door in place.