The pope seemed very angry at Charles' injury to his eyes and shouted at Charles in anger.

Faced with this situation, Charles certainly would not give a good look, and he pushed back with a tough attitude.

In the end, the two parted in disagreement. This was the first time that they had a quarrel.

Seeing the gloomy pope rushing out of the door, the doctor pushed the wheelchair to Charles and said unexpectedly: "He cares so much about you?"

[Haitang Bookstore www.htsw.info] Charles's mouth raised slightly, and he showed a disdainful smile. "Do you think it's possible? He probably was worried that I would never be able to help him explore the island anymore. It's hard to find a person with a safe tool like me."

Looking at Charles' eyes wrapped in gauze, the doctor sighed helplessly again. "What should you do with your eyes? Or are you planning to retire and stay on the island?"

"Pretending to be prosecuted, why, can't those guys do it?" Charles' heart hangs slightly.

The doctor shook his head. "Can eyes be the same as muscles? Their prosthetic eyes cannot reach the true eyes at all. What's the use of prosthetic eyes that can only see some blurred contour lines? No matter how good it is, it's not as good as yours."

"Only see the outlines and lines clearly?" Charles tried to imagine that special world in the dark world, but he could not imagine what kind of scene it was.

"It's okay, it's better to have it than not." Charles seemed very optimistic about this.

With a creaking sound, Charles heard the rushing footsteps, which he was familiar with, and that was Dipp's.

"Why are you the only one? Where are the people from their company?" Charles asked in the direction of his voice.

"Captain, I brought all of them here, but the Pope drove them away. He said, "He came to find a way to find your eyes, and he will get your eyes back."

Charles was really surprised by the pope's action. This guy had just arguing with him, but in the blink of an eye it started to help him.

But after thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable that he could not go out to sea again, and his interests were also hit.

He said that as long as he finds the exit from the surface, God of Light will escape. If he does not help himself at this critical moment, it will only extend the time for God of Light to escape.

"I finally look like an ally. I thought this guy was just thinking about enjoying his life. By the way, I just quarreled with him and forgot to tell him that I found a map of the exit of the surface."

After Charles said that, he stood up. Dipp, who was beside him, hurried over to help him, but he gently pushed him away.

"Okay, I don't need your help here. Go home. Your Alia should have missed you for a long time."

Dipp's voice seemed very surprised. "Mr. Charles, why do you say that? What is my Alia? She is just my former subordinate."

Charles turned his head in the direction of the sound, "Subordinate? Which subordinate dares to help you escape and plan your escape route?"

"Then this only means her loyalty!"

Charles felt a little helpless, and he pointed his hand at the left, "Go out, I thought I was dull enough, but I didn't expect you to be duller than me."

"Okay, I'll go home first, and the captain, the direction of your finger is not the door but the wall now." Dipp's footsteps quickly left.

Charles took his hand back awkwardly and asked the doctor next to him: "Doctor, how are you studying your relics?"

As a result, Charles asked for a long time and found that there was no reaction. He listened quietly for a while before he found that the doctor had fallen asleep in a wheelchair.

Listening to the long breath, Charles sighed slightly.

"Sure enough, no matter how powerful this old guy is, he is still old."

Charles groped through the wall, slowly opened the door, pushed it open and walked out.

No newspaper dares to report on the blindness of the Governor, and no one dares to discuss it publicly.

But this news spread on the island at an unimaginable speed.

After receiving the compensation, Wester happily returned to his basement, he saw his mother greeting him with concern in her eyes.

"West, is it true that what they say? Is the Governor really blind? What about you, are you injured? Take off your clothes and let me check it."

West panicked and pushed his mother's hand away, "Mother, it's okay, it's really okay. I'm just a sailor. Getting on the boat is to clean the deck, sorting the warehouse, and getting off the boat is to carry food and water. What can I do?"

"Really? Don't lie to me."

"It's true. Except for the captain's eyes, none of us died this time, and we all came back safely." West said firmly and became more and more skillful in lying.

Seeing his son say this, Elena suddenly felt relieved. "That's good, everything is safe. I must have something to do. By the way, why don't you quit? I saw the post office recruiting postal workers, and there are more than 3,000 replies a month."

When he heard this meager income, a hint of disdain appeared on West's face. If he were still the boy who had resisted the bags at the dock, he might have been very happy, but he is not now.

As a sailor in the exploration boat, he has looked down on such ordinary jobs.

"My mother, don't worry about my affairs. I can handle my affairs by myself. I finally come back and let's go out for a good meal." He greeted his younger brother and sister and pushed his mother towards the door.

Walking on the bustling street, West was about to go to the luxurious restaurant in the island that he had been to before, but his mother didn't think so. She thought it was too expensive and it was not worth a meal.

In the end, West was still not as good as his mother and came to a civilian restaurant with a much lower grade. Although the dishes were quite good, they were obviously not as exquisite as before.

However, seeing that his family members were eating with relish, he stopped talking.

After eating and drinking, they walked towards home. West looked at the smile on his mother's face and the corners of his mouth slowly raised. "Mother, you look very happy, don't worry, like the restaurant like the one just now, we can afford to eat every day."

Ilena looked up slightly at her eldest son who was one head taller than her, and said with some emotion: "West, I'm not happy to eat delicious food, I'm happy that my son has returned home safely."

West's eyes were a little evasive. He heard what his mother said, but he didn't want to give up. This is his highest-paid job at present.
Chapter completed!