"By the way, Gao Zhiming, if you want me to keep giving birth and rely on our children to occupy the entire sea of ​​earth, then don't think about it. Do you know how much energy I had to give birth to such a big lump? Most of my life was removed."

Charles's hand patted Anna's back, "Thank you for your hard work, if I knew, I will definitely be with you."

Hearing this, Anna's mouth raised slightly, and a smile appeared on her face. "This is almost the same, what's going on? Are you going to have the fourth round?"

Before he could reply, the keen Charles immediately heard footsteps coming outside the door.

"Governor General, the Pope is waiting for you in the church. He asks you to come here as soon as possible."

"Wait for me, I guess there is something important to that old man asks me for." As Charles got out of bed, the messy clothes around him flew back quickly.

Hearing Charles' footsteps gradually leaving, Anna, naked, stood up from the soft big bed.

"Pai!" As Anna clapped her hands gently, she appeared in front of her.

"Let's go, Shanshan, it's time for us to go back. I haven't seen me for so long, so I guess I'm going crazy now."

"Your dad? He's fine. There are people who accompany him. We don't have more, we don't have more."

"Swish!" As Anna disappeared in an instant with the flash, the room gradually became deserted.

As soon as he walked into the gorgeous church of the Church of Light on the Island of Hope, Charles saw the back of the Pope looking at the chart.

"Child, you have been a little lazy during this period. Has the gentleness of a woman softened your determination to go home?" The Pope said without looking back.

Charles carefully looked at the back of the Pope in front of him, "What? Do I have to report to you whenever I go?"

The Pope, with a merciful look on his face, turned around and walked slowly to Charles. "Charles, shouldn't you be more polite when facing an elderly person who is several times older than you?"

Charles looked at him indifferently, walked to the stool next to him and sat down on his own. "What's the matter?"

"How was the last exploration? Are there any exit clues?"

"No." Charles quickly spoke to the Pope of the ecological park under the deep sea.

"Oh~" The Pope, who was sitting on Charles' right, stroked his beard and nodded in a clear way.

"Those guys are really pitiful. Not only are they deformed and their brains dementia, but they will also be enslaved by a living relics. May the Sun God bless their souls to rest."

After the Pope finished praying, his body leaned forward slightly and asked, "What was the thing covered in tentacles and eyeballs before? I felt a special breath on it."

A trace of alert flashed in Charles' eyes. "If you ask me to chat for a casual conversation, then you have enough talk. I have something important to do, I will go back first."

After Charles finished speaking, he walked towards the exit and prepared to leave.

"Wait. The compatriots of the Cathedral of Holy Light have found some clues from the papers full of sin, some clues about the exit."

"What clue?" Charles turned around and asked as he looked at the pope.

As the Pope raised his hand gently, a roll of sea map on the table next to him quickly unfolded and floated into his hand.

The wrinkled right hand quickly pointed along the longitude and latitude line on the chart, pointing to a small island chain 700 nautical miles north of Hope Island.

This island chain is a small part of the chart that the Pope gave to Charles before. If what he said was true, it would undoubtedly be much more convenient than Charles's search for a needle in a haystack.

Of course, the premise is that what the Pope must say is true.

"We heard from some letters that a place called the door is in this small piece, and this time it is very likely to be the location of the surface exit."

"The door?" Charles glanced at the Pope in surprise, "You really only know about these news recently? Why do I feel that you always hide something from me? Let's say it out together."

The pope slapped his knees with his hand and sighed helplessly, "You are so suspicious that you are too serious. Just say why I want to harm you? What are the benefits of me harming you? In order to occupy your island? Do you know how many islands there are in the God of Light? Are you looking at your island?"

"I don't think you want to harm me, you're just using me."

The Pope's face showed a rare trace of helplessness, "It's too tiring to deal with people like you. If everyone in the Dihai Sea had accepted the blessing of light, there would be so many doubts."

"It would be fine if you say it before, but I saved your life when I landed on Swan Island. If I hadn't taken action, you would have been crushed to pieces by Swan's descendants. Charles, come out a little bit of sincerity."

"I have sent people to lock down the dangerous places you have explored before. Look, I am responsible for the best of mankind, right? Our Light God Church advocates a regular religion of harmony and love."

"If you still don't believe me, then forget it. We will end up with our cooperation in the future. We will find our own. If there are Swan and other things to trouble your island in the future, don't blame our God of Light for not taking action to assist our allies."

The Pope was nagging and talking a little bit like him.

Looking at the chart in front of him, Charles quickly estimated the current situation.

If the Pope did not tell the information, according to his plan, he should have searched one by one from these large islands.

Originally, this island chain was in this large area of ​​sea and within his exploration plan, and now it has just brought these islands a little ahead of time.

After thinking quickly for a while, Charles moved his eyes from the map to the Pope. "Answer some of my questions, as long as you can help me solve my doubts, I will explore this island chain."

The Pope flipped his right hand and two white-shelled eggs appeared in his hand. He took one by himself and extended another to Charles. "Speak while eating."

"You once said that I am the God-selected person like you, right? Which God chose me?"

Seeing that Charles didn't eat it, the Pope took the egg back. "You really want to know?"

A glittering look flashed through Charles' mind. "Of course."

"Idick. You are the God-Choose of Idick." After the Pope finished speaking, he closed his eyes and raised his hand gently.

The egg shell in his hand cracked rapidly and floated and gathered together in front of Charles.

Soon something made of egg shells is taking shape quickly.

Charles unconsciously came up with him, and he looked familiar with the thing.

Just as that thing became more and more perfect, Charles's sealed memory suddenly cracked a gap.

With a "buzz", Charles' body suddenly became cold. He suddenly found himself in the dark and cold sea water, something hanging in front of him, constantly expanding and contracting.

The hard-to-described spindle piece, its body is not completely solid, looks like a filter covered with a layer of watercolor painting.

Many yellow eyes of different sizes grew on the trembling flesh and blood. Between the gap between the eyes, various deformed mouths with black mucus dripping from black slime were constantly crowded and roaring.
Chapter completed!