Chapter 259: Undercurrent

Chapter 260
In the port area of ​​Hefang Island, Gaia rushed home with a half of crusty bread, watching the guys in blue uniforms on the street, Gaia’s eyes were full of hatred.
"Bah! These beasts who deserve to be fed the sharks! Once the Governor died, he rushed into the arms of the enemy like a dog, regardless of how they slaughtered our relatives!!"
Although he said that, he shrank up and walked towards the corner.
No way, since his father died at sea with Governor Danielle, he is no longer a man from the heart of the island, he has become a wanted criminal.
He took his mother away secretly from a secret tunnel in his home, only to save his life.
His ancestors were the crew who explored Hefang Island with the Cavendish family. How perfect his life was before, now he is in a loss.
He Fangdao has changed its owner, and he is now the rat that everyone shouts and beats.
It's not that he doesn't want to leave this place of right and wrong, but that he doesn't even have the money to buy a boat ticket. The money to buy bread today is borrowed by a kind woman on the edge of the port area.
When he came to the so-called home next to the corner, his body suddenly tightened.
A guy in a gray robe was sitting there chatting with his mother.
Gaia secretly drew the dagger from his waist and put it in his sleeve. He asked tentatively: "Mother, who is this?"
When the gray-robed man turned around, Gaia fell to the ground with a trembling dagger in his hand. "Miss Margaret! You are not dead!"
The gray-robed man was Marguerite, her stunning face was torn by the hideous scars, the former Pearl of Hefang Island seemed to be covered with a layer of gray sand, only those eyes were as bright as gems.
Her voice was no longer pleasing to the ear, with a trace of hoarseness in exhaustion.
"Gaia, Uncle Crowe once swore allegiance to my father. Now you are willing to be loyal to me? Will you take back Hefang Island with me?"
Gaia opened his mouth with excitement, but he looked at the sad mother beside him, and his mouth slowly closed.
He said with difficulty: "Miss Margaret, although I am my father's son, he is the least effective. I am willing to die for you, but I can't help you at all."
"No, of course you helped me. As long as you want, or you don't want to avenge your brother and father?"
Margaret took out a black stone, and Gaia's breath suddenly became heavy when he saw the stone.
He had heard the legend of Cavendish, and the legend of why every generation of Governor of Hefang Island was so powerful.
"I...I do! I, Gaia Joseph, would like to be loyal to the Cavendish family forever, just like my fathers." The excited Gavin suddenly knelt on one knee.
"Very well, follow me now, we need to find enough compatriots to leave here before those guys find us."
"Miss Margaret, where are we going? Shouldn't we summon everyone to retake Hefang Island?"
Margaret shook her head, "This is useless, we need to go to the British Isles to solve the source of the whole problem."
Gaia stood up in surprise, "Miss Margaret, are you going to assassinate Swann?! This is going to die!!"
Everyone knows that Governor Swann is now the strongest existence in the North Sea, and it would be too long to assassinate him at this time.
"Don't you think that we are the only ones who are dissatisfied with Swann?" Gaia was stunned by Margaret's words.
A trace of hatred appeared deep in Margaret's eyes, and then quickly hid. "My family died in his hands. Before Swan died, my life does not belong to me now."

Charles, who was lying on the bed, woke up slowly, the completely different decoration in front of him made him somewhat unresponsive.
Feeling the slight shaking of the ship, Charles realized that he was on the battleship heading to the British Isles.
"The size of the ship is good. There are electrical systems in the crew's rooms." As Charles gently pulled, the light bulb on the top of the cabin lit up.
Charles grabbed Lily, who was curled up on the quilt, in his hands and walked to the bathroom.
"Mr. Charles is early." The rare white Lily rubbed her eyes and opened her eyes today.
After Charles rubbed its head with his hands, he picked up a toothbrush and started washing.
Lily was not idle either, dipped a little water with her small paw, and scratched the hair on her head.
After washing, the two walked towards the canteen on the ship.
Originally, the captain insisted on sending troops over, but Charles refused.
Life on the ship is inherently boring, and if someone has to send it over even the food, it will be a pig.
Early today, it was fried fish with bread and oyster soup. Ignoring the eyes of the crew around him from time to time, Charles ate with relish.
Before long, the limping doctor came over and shouted at the kitchen, "Hey! Bring me wine!"
The chef on the ship didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly brought an unopened bottle of rum over.
"Drink in the morning? If you want to live a few more years, I advise you to quit drinking."
"If you don't even drink alcohol, what's the point of being alive!" The doctor lifted the bottle and took a big gulp.
Charles didn't persuade him, and continued his breakfast, by the way, thinking about what to do today.
He always felt uneasy when he arrived on the boat and didn't make a round every day.
After a hiccup, the doctor looked at Charles and said, "My telegram has already been sent. Professor Koch said that since there are three identical items for replacement, there is no problem with fixing my items."
"Congratulations, you finally know what is recorded in your heirloom, remember to show it to me when the time comes. I am also curious about the news inside."
The doctor hummed and said again: "Do you really want to go back to that ghost place?"
Charles nodded when he saw the food chewing, his face showed a trace of impatientness.
"Don't go, your kid and mine were also treated all the way. It's not easy to live until now."
Charles chuckled and shook his head~EbookFREE.me~ Seeing you care about that thing so much, I thought you would understand my determination. "
"How could it be the same thing? I'm dying! I'm going to die!"
"You are a doctor, how long do you think I can live?" Charles looked at him calmly.
The doctor's mouth twitched slightly, and finally opened his mouth very hard. "I said before that you won't live to be 40 years old. That's just a rough idea. There are also several doctors who are better than me at sea. If you go to them, it may extend your life."
Charles was a little moved to see the doctor who refused to admit defeat.
"Thank you, but don't worry about my affairs, I can solve it by myself."
"Huh! What am I worried about you? You are not my grandson." The doctor limped and left after speaking, holding the bottle.
Just as Charles was about to continue eating food, there was a low cry from the battleship under him. Elizabeth’s Isle of Is has arrived.
(End of this chapter)