Chapter 445 Departure

"Captain, is my prosthetic also made of this material? It's so good, it's light and strong." Chef Plank walked over with the prosthetic leg, he seemed a little unaccustomed to it, and walked with a limp leg.

Watching him walk, Charles thought of the doctor now lying in the cemetery.

"How's the prosthetic? Are you used to it?" Charles asked.

"I'm used to it, I'm so used to it, you can actually add pulleys to it, which is much faster than walking! Seriously, if it wasn't too expensive, I would have cut off all my limbs and replaced them with prosthetics."

The fat chef showed off the capabilities of his prosthetic to Charles. His obedient and ingratiating expression disappeared, and he seemed to have fully integrated into the group of the Narwhal after experiencing life and death last time.

Charles chatted with him for a few words and began to lecture the new crew members. Some things must be explained clearly before sailing. It will not be so easy to regret after boarding the ship.

Time passed little by little, and the time for sailing was getting closer and closer, and the bandage first officer was always the last one.

"What? Your family won't let anyone go?" Charles, who was squatting on the railing, asked him.

Bandage didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, and walked directly towards the cockpit.

Charlton touched his nose and stood up, waving to the crew. "Anchor! Set sail!"

Hearing the captain's order, all the crew rushed to their posts quickly.

"Wait~! Captain~ you left me behind!!" A small voice came from afar.

Charles turned his head and found that at the entrance of the pier, a guy with green hair was really running towards this side quickly. It was the second officer Feuerbach.

When he ran to the front of the boat, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

"Your injury is just healed, don't follow the boat this time."

Feuerbach immediately disagreed, and he lifted his shirt, revealing his scarred abdominal muscles. "Captain! Look, I'm really healed, and I absolutely don't need to rest!"

As he said that, he was about to climb up along the soft rope on the boat, but when he was about to get on the deck, he was stopped by Charles.

"Go back, take care of your son first, fulfill the responsibility of being a father, don't let him run around on the street alone, and don't even know he was hit by a car."

"It's really all right, my woman will take him well." Feuerbach was ready to board the boat with a playful smile.

But Charles' steel prosthetic stopped him again.

"I said your injury is not healed, go to the boat to rest, don't follow the boat this time." Charles' tone was calm, but there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Feuerbach was stunned for a moment, he looked at the other crew members in the distance, and then retreated slowly.

"Wuuuuuuu~~" A low whistle sounded, and under the gaze of Feuerbach, who was alone, the Narwhal left the pier of Hope Island.

After waiting until the Narwhal completely disappeared into the pitch-black sea, Feuerbach walked towards the way he came from.

He drooped his head, his expression a little sluggish. "Why don't you let me aboard..."

Walking out of the bustling dock, Feuerbach looked in his direction, but instead of heading there, he walked towards the Navy Headquarters.

After passing by the sailors saluting him, he entered the hall and went to his office.

Just when he passed by the meeting room, he felt something was wrong, Feuerbach pushed open the door suddenly, and saw a dozen brigadier generals doing their work on the oval table, as if they were discussing something.

"What are you discussing? Why hasn't anyone notified me of military activities?" Feuerba asked strangely.

The document in the hands of Brigadier General Roves, who was in a tall and straight military uniform at the very edge, sent over.

"Admiral Feuerbach, in order to allow you to rest better, the Governor has decided to suspend your position as admiral. All affairs of the navy will be discussed and decided by other brigadier generals."

Feuerbach turned his gloomy face quickly, and after a few seconds, he flipped the paper away and said excitedly: "Is there any mistake! What is the governor doing! I am my own!"

"Sorry, we are soldiers, and soldiers must obey their superiors."

"Hey, hey, don't forget that we are in the same group. If Charles treats me like this, you are not afraid that he will treat you the same way?"

Roves looked at him indifferently, "We are different. All of us here can find the source from birth to the present, but yours is very strange. You seem to have come out of thin air."

"Hehe, is the captain suspicious of me?" Feuerbach laughed dryly.

At this moment, the farthest man with the hook in his hand couldn't see past, stood up and went to Feuerbach and whispered.

"I didn't arrest you and go to prison. What belongs to you is still yours. Every quarter, the Ministry of Finance will still allocate funds to you. Don't worry, when the governor returns, I will help you find out."

"What's the use at that time! It's not good!! Isn't it just this small benefit? If you think I am Feuerbach, you will care as much as you do?" Feuerbach turned around and left the meeting room with a grim expression.

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The Cathedral of the Holy Light, the headquarters of the Illumination Cult, is not an island, but a huge stalactite linking the earth and the sea with the sky above.

It used to be resplendent and brightly lit, with yellow cloth strips written on the "New Testament" and a whole stalactite, making it look like a giant yellow stick standing between heaven and earth.

Behind the yellow prayer stripes are resplendent caves. With the slight shaking of the yellow stripes, the soft white light inside the caves shoots around like a lighthouse.

But that was before, and now the Holy Light Cathedral has been seriously damaged.

The yellow striped cloth has been completely burned by the fire, the entire stalactite is blackened by the fire, and the twisted cracks are cracked everywhere.

In the largest cave at the top of the stalactites, the sound of the pope's footsteps echoed continuously, and suddenly he stopped, bent down, and picked up a piece of dried fish that was wet with blood on the ground.

He put the palm-sized small fish into his mouth and sucked it, then spat out the dirty bloody saliva in his mouth, and started to chew on the dried fish.

"Well, it's not bad, this thing can still be eaten."

A row of cardinals behind him seemed accustomed to the pope's frugality, and did not take any action.

The Pope continued to walk along the spacious tunnel, and soon they came to a semicircle, a cave the size of a football field.

The church, which should have been magnificent, was beyond recognition, and everything inside had been smashed, whether it was the revelation reliefs on the walls, the glass on the windows, and the chairs used to sit.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a church now, but it is actually a ruin.

"These deformed monsters are really too much! They must pay the price!!" A cardinal behind the pope said indignantly.

But the Pope didn't show any abnormalities on his face. He walked to the window and looked at the fleet on the surrounding sea.

"Let's go after repairing the defenses of the church. We must go to the north as soon as possible. That side is more important now." The pope stuffed the last bit of dried fish into his mouth.

"Obey, my lord pope!"

"Obey, my lord pope!"

"Obey, my lord pope!"

At this moment, the Pope suddenly saw something, he grabbed the window sill with both hands and poked his head out.

White light came out from his eye sockets, and he saw that in the dark deep sea, countless deep divers were swarming towards this side, and powerful family members were dotted here and there.

But these are not the main points. What makes the Pope so nervous is a pair of eyes, a pair of giant eyes in the abyss that are not longer than ten ships in the deep sea.