Hearing the pope's words so calmly, Charles was silent, and he knew that the pope had a high probability of not lying.

Although he still did not believe in the Pope's mouth, he believed in the relics, the marker for signing the contract.

But Charles always feels something is wrong, that kind of weirdness that is indescribable.

When the Pope saw Charles' appearance, he immediately knew what he was thinking in his mind, and he put his hands behind him.

"Child, your suspicion is getting worse and worse. If you still doubt me so much, then shouldn't you doubt your doubts about me more than you doubt me?"

Charles was stunned. "What? Doubt and doubt itself?"

"Yes, yes, there is no evidence, and we have signed an agreement with your relics. What reason do you have to doubt me?"

"And if I remember correctly, there seems to be something horrible in your mind. Speaking of which, what is the difference between you and our God of Light?"

Anna's tentacle flashed through Charles' mind. "Impossible! Anna can't do this."

A smile appeared on the pope's face. "Why do you trust her so much? You must know that the Diva tribe is very good at controlling people's hearts. With such a decisive attitude, can't she enter it for you?"

"What do you know! If it weren't for the help of this tentacle, I would still be crazy now."

"Then you're not crazy now, why haven't you taken it out? Is your current idea really your own real idea? Or what the tentacles give you??"

A hint of panic flashed in Charles' eyes but he quickly calmed down, "No, you're changing the subject."

"Yes, I'm changing the topic, but I'm even more concerned about you. Don't forget that no matter how suspicious we are, we are at least the same species, but the Diva tribe who manipulates people's hearts, haha, you can go and inquire about the story of the South Sea and the Arc Island."

After Charles looked at him deeply, he turned around and walked towards the shaking rope ladder next to him. "You don't have to provoke you here, I definitely believe in Anna."

"Then the question comes again, where does this absolute belief come from? Is it from your own thoughts, or from the false memories in your mind?"

Charles had no time to talk nonsense to the other party. Since the handover was over, it was time to leave. He grabbed the rope ladder with one hand and quickly slid downwards.

By the time Charles returned to Dipp's wedding banquet again, the previous buffet wedding banquet had ended.

They sat on a large round table chatting and playing cards with each other. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Charle just pulled open the stool and sat down. After Elizabeth looked at him, he said to him, "You are going to sea again, are you?"

Charles was a little surprised. "Hmm? How do you know?"

"I'll know it when you look at your face. You have to guess? Anyway, you have been with me for so long, and it's almost done. This time is just right. I'm afraid you'll bother me if I stay there." Elizabeth said, reaching out and patting Charles' thigh.

"Sorry, I'm asking you to come every time. When I have time, I'll go to Icha Island to find you."

"Forget it, I'll look for you. I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable when you see my extra wives."

At this moment, Charles saw Dipp, who was hugging his bride, and he had already seen it. He knew that this guy had his ears as sharp as he did, and he had heard the conversation between the two.

In this case, Charles didn't intend to cover up anything. He knocked on the white granite table with an iron prosthesis, and his voice quickly quieted down.

"Everyone, I will temporarily notify you. Five days later, the Narwhal will be out again. The Pope is unreliable. We must find a way to open the giant door of the sky."

The crew members were not surprised. They were used to this kind of life, nodding to each other and continuing to chat.

As time passed, the crew gradually left the flowers-filled backyard, and even Dipp took his bride away.

But only West sat there, staring blankly at the wine glass in front of him, looking at the reversing and twisting himself behind the transparent wine glass.

The news of the Governor's travel did not attract much attention.

But the only thing that attracted the attention of one person was West's mother. On the day she set out, she gently pushed open the door of her son and looked at the familiar back. Then she let out a sigh and carefully closed the door.

At this time, with the departure of the God of Light, crop trade began again, and the dock was very lively. Cargo ships drove in and out, and the workers carried boxes of goods naked and made hard money.

Charles is on the deck of the Narwhal and begins to count the new crew.

The crew members who disappeared last time on the voyage were filled up, and the original new crew members had become old crew members, repeating themselves.

The new sailors on the deck were excited and nervous. They knew what their predecessors had experienced, but no one could refuse the tempting salary.

Especially since his own Governor just issued a new decree, as long as he finds a new living island, he will not want anything and give the island equally to all crew members for free.

Whether you are dead and thrown into the sea to feed fish by your companions, or become a governor and become a superior person depends on your luck.

Just as Charles, who was sitting on the anchor machine, was shaving his teeth with a black blade while looking at the new crew information in his hand.

Familiar footsteps rang out from behind, and he turned his head and looked, and West, dressed in a green postman uniform, climbed up the ladder.

At this time, he stood on one side, and the other crew members of the Narwhal stood on the other side, and the people on both sides looked at each other.

"Click~!" The black blade retracted into Charles' prosthetic limb, "Who are you now?" Charles asked.

West took out a brand new white bandage from behind and wrapped it around his head. Not long after, a new bandage man appeared in front of everyone.

"I am... the first mate of the Narwhal... bandage..."

Hearing this, all the old crew members showed relief smiles on their faces.

Charles walked to his first mate and punched him in the chest with his hand, "You scared me, I'm really afraid that you won't get on the boat. Welcome home!"

"I still have... a lot of memories... need more searches... I seem to be immortal, I want to know... what happened in my time......"

Charles snapped his fingers, "I'll find you with you! The deck group pulled the anchor, the turbine group fired, and the Narwhale set sail!!"
Chapter completed!