Chapter 397: arrival

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Charles returned the human skin in his hand to the bandage, and said to him: "Then you are a postman now, will you still board the Narwhal in the future?"
"I want to come back... but... Mother doesn't want me to come back... I think about..."
Hearing this, Charles felt a little disappointed, but he smiled indifferently on his face. "It's okay. I respect your decision whether you come or not. The Narwhal has changed many people, died, and retired. At least a group of people have been changed for other positions. Now it's your turn. You are the first officer."
A stiff smile appeared on the bandaged young face. "Then I will...deliver the letter..."
"Now there are telegrams, are there still so many people writing letters and communicating?"
"Telegram...according to the word...calculating money...expensive..." After the bandage said this, he pedaled his bicycle towards the island's heart.
Looking at the letters on both sides of his car mat, Charles nodded clearly. "It's true, the letter is written as many words as you want, and the postage is too much cheaper than the telegram fee."
Seeing the bandage disappear in front of him, Charles turned his head to the old painter next to him. He just wanted to talk to the other person for the next topic, only to find that the other person was throwing up at the sea next to him.
"Old sir, are you okay?" Charles wanted to help, but the other party backed away in fear.
The conversation between the young man in front of him and the postman really frightened him. He didn't want to get involved with this kind of people.
He thought that the other party was just an ordinary painter just like his own, 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 talented person to be displaced.
Who ever thought the old painter straightened up and threatened with a trembling: "I tell you, don't try to lie to me, the law of Hope Island is very strict, you will be caught by the police, but you will be thrown into prison! "
Seeing that the opponent didn't listen, Charles simply went straight to a showdown. "To put it bluntly, I am the Governor of Hope Island."
"Hmm! You are you, so can I go now?" The old painter kept nodding, pretending to agree.
Charles's face was a little helpless, "Then how are you going to believe me?"
"I heard that I hope the Governor of the Island can control the mouse, can you show it to me?" The old painter's voice was hesitant.
Charles put in his mouth and blew, a sharp whistle sounded, and a large group of rats emerged from the darkness and surrounded him.
Seeing this scene before him, the old painter finally believed this fact.
However, the old painter did not directly agree as Charles thought, but stared at Charles with trembling eyes.
"Your Excellency, I have always had a question in my heart, I want to ask you, can you answer me?"
Charles waved his hand, and the mice under him quickly dispersed. "go ahead."
"At the time when the British Isles fell, many people said it was caused by Fatanism, but I don't believe it. What I want to ask is, is there any help from the governors?"
"Have."
"Why, why do you do this! What a student of mine, and millions of people! All gone, I have no home!!" The old painter's face was extremely painful.
"When Swann used Longka to occupy other islands, did you think about how many people would die at that time? Of those people who died, how many were other people's children, and how many were other people's students? "
The old painter stood there blankly, speechless.
"The occupation of the island is the rule between the governors. Victory or defeat is destined. If you die, you die. This is nothing. But Swan, he was the first in the history of the earth and sea to sacrifice the entire island to the gods. He is a traitor to mankind!"
The old painter froze in place, "Governor Swann did it himself?"
"The conquests between the Governors are all for the island and the resources on it. It is absolutely impossible for us to do this in the British Isles. The Dead Island is of no use to any of us." Charles explained to him.
Speaking of this matter, Charles is more like being involved. The main purpose of his previous trip to the British Isles was to submarine.
The old painter stared at the ground blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.
The destruction of the British Isles was not due to the conspiracy of other governor's houses, nor was it because of the sacrifices of the Fatanism. The real cause was the Governor of the British Isles himself. He can't accept this reality a bit.
"You still want to go as you please. The boat is over there and it hasn't been opened yet. But if you want to let some children know that the world is not only machinery and steam, then Hope Island schools welcome you to join at any time." Charles said Then began to pack up his drawing board.
Just when he put the drawing board away, he suddenly heard movement in the direction of the port.
He turned his head to look at ~EbookFREE.me~ and opened his mouth suddenly in surprise. It was a huge airship of the Shining God Cult. The bulging yellow airbags covered the sky and almost covered the entire dome.
Below the airship, is a fleet of seven or eight gleaming giant ships.
Such a mobilized mobilization, unless the Pope had greeted him in advance, Charles almost thought that the opponent was going to occupy Hope Island.
"I have something to be busy. Please think carefully about the specific situation." Charles stepped on the water and rushed towards the magnificent fleet in the distance.

Director James, who had been busy all day, walked out of the car door opened by the driver.
Although his face was exhausted, he saw a gratified smile on his face when he opened the door to greet his wife Mosica.
"I saw a lot of policemen at the dock, are you tired today?" Mosica greeted her husband.
The two chatted while walking towards the exquisitely decorated room.
Tired James shook his head, "It's okay. Although it was a bit messy at first, the matter has been successfully resolved. The ship and airship of the Light God Cult have left with a full load of materials.
"Aren't they all the Governor's allies? Why are they wary of them?"
"With so many fleets, you can't be too careful. To be honest, if the Governor personally ordered it, I wouldn't want so many fleets from the other side to approach Hope Island.
Just as they said this, they had already arrived in the living room, and Mosica thoughtfully took off his coat.
"Have you eaten yet? I made you something to eat. If it's not enough, tell me."
James was not polite, he just picked up the knife and fork and started to eat. To be honest, he was busy all day today and didn't eat anything.