"Captain, is my prosthetic limb made of this material? It's so good, light and strong." Chef Planck walked over with the prosthetic leg. He seemed a little uncomfortable and he walked a little lame.

Seeing him walking, Charles remembered the doctor who was lying in the cemetery now.

"How about using prosthetic limbs? Are you used to them?" Charles asked.

"I'm used to it, so I can add pulleys here. This slides much faster than walking! To be honest, if it weren't too expensive, I would have wanted to cut all my limbs and replace them with prosthetics."

The fat chef showed Charles the various abilities of his prosthetic limbs. His submissive and pleasing expression disappeared, as if he had experienced the last time he lived and died, and he had completely integrated into the Narwhal group.

Charles chatted with him for a few words and started to teach the new crew members. Some things must be explained clearly before the ship is started. If you get on the ship, it will not be that easy to regret it.

Time passed little by little, and the time for the specified departure was getting closer and closer. The bandage mate was always the latest one.

"What? Your family won't let anyone go?" Charles, who was squatting on the railing, asked him.

Bandage didn't seem to want to talk about this topic and walked straight towards the cockpit.

Charlton touched his nose and stood up, waved at the crew. "Draw the anchor! Set sail!"

Hearing the captain's order, all the crew members rushed towards their posts quickly.

"Wait~! Captain~ you have dropped me!!" A small voice came from a distance.

Charles turned his head and found that at the entrance of the dock, a green-haired guy was really running towards this side quickly, and that was the second pair of Feuerbach.

When he ran to the front of the boat, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

"Your injury is just right, so don't follow the boat this time."

Feuerbach immediately expressed his disagreement. He lifted his shirt and exposed the scarred abdominal muscles. "Captain! Look, I'm really well, I definitely don't need to rest!"

As he said that, he was about to climb up along the soft rope on the boat. Just as he was about to go to the deck, he was stopped by Charles.

"Go back, take care of your son first, be responsible for being a father. Don't let him run around on the street alone, and don't know if he is hit by a car." The fastest update is computer::/

"It's really okay, my woman will take care of him." Feuerbach smiled and prepared to get on the boat.

But Charles' steel prosthesis stopped him again.

"I said your injury was not healed, go to the boat to rest well, don't follow the boat this time." Charles' tone was calm, but his eyes were filled with a hint of coldness.

Feuerbach was stunned for a moment, he looked at the other crew members in the distance, and slowly retreated.

"Woooooooooooooooo" a low whistle sounded? Under the gaze of Feuerbach alone, the Narwhale left the pier of Hope Island.

Until the Narwhal completely disappeared into the dark sea? Feuerbach then walked towards the way he came.

He drooped his head, his expression a little sluggish. "Why don't you let him get on the boat..."

Walking out of the bustling dock, Feuerbach looked in his direction, but did not set out there, but walked towards the Navy headquarters.

Walking past the naval soldier who saluted himself? After he entered the hall, he went to his office. :(/

Just as he passed by the conference room, he felt something was wrong. Feuerbach suddenly pushed open the door and saw more than a dozen brigade generals doing it on the oval table, as if discussing something.

"What are you discussing? Why no one informed me of any military activities?" Feuerba asked strangely.

The documents in the hand of Brigadier General Roves, who was in a straight military uniform, were sent over.

"Admiral Feuerbach? In order to give you a better rest, the Governor decided to suspend your admiral position. All matters in the Navy are decided by other Brigadier Generals."

Feuerbach's gloomy face flipped quickly. After a few seconds, he quickly lifted the paper and said excitedly: "Are you wrong? What is the Governor doing? I am my own person!"

"Sorry, are we soldiers? Soldiers must obey their superiors."

"Hey, hey, don't forget that we are from the same group? Are you not afraid that he will treat you the same thing?"

Roves looked at him with a cold expression. "We are different? All of us here can find the source from birth to now, but yours is very strange. You seem to have come out of thin air."

"Haha, the captain is suspicious of me?" Feuerbach laughed dryly.

At this moment, the strong man with a hook in his hand could not see it anymore, and stood up and walked to Feuerbach and whispered.

"You were not arrested and went to prison. Yours belong to you. The Ministry of Finance will still allocate funds to you every quarter. Don't worry, I will help you find out when the Governor returns."

"What's the point of doing then? No!! Isn't it just this little benefit? Do you think I, Feuerbach, care the same as you?" Feuerbach turned around and left the conference room with a ferocious expression.

The Cathedral of the Holy Light, the base camp of the Church of Light, is not an island, but a huge stalactite connecting the sea of ​​earth and the sky above.

The place where it used to be magnificent, brightly lit, yellow cloth strips filled with the New Testament, and a whole stalactite, making it look like a giant yellow stick standing between heaven and earth.

Behind the yellow prayer stripes are magnificent caves. As the yellow stripes sway slightly, the soft white light in the caves shot towards the surroundings like a lighthouse.

But that was the past, and now the Cathedral of Holy Light was seriously damaged.

The yellow striped cloth had been burned clean by the fire, and the entire stalactite was smoked black by the fire, and the twisted cracks cracked everywhere.

In the largest cave above the stalactite, the pope's footsteps kept echoing. Suddenly he stopped, bent down, and picked up a piece of dried fish wet with blood on the ground.

He put the small fish as big as a palm into his mouth and sucked it, spit out the bloody diapers in his mouth, and then took the dried fish and started gnawing.

"Well, it's not broken yet, this thing is still edible."

The cardinals behind him seemed to have long been accustomed to the Pope's frugality and did nothing.

The Pope continued to walk along the spacious tunnel, and soon they arrived at a semicircle, a cave the size of a football field.

The church that should have been magnificent was beyond recognition, and everything inside had been smashed, whether it was the relief of the revelation on the walls, the glass on the windows, and the chairs used to sit on.

Now it is not an exaggeration to say it is a church, but it is actually a ruin.

"These deformed monsters are really too much! They have to pay the price!!" said a cardinal behind the pope indignantly.

But there was no abnormality on the Pope's face. He walked to the window and looked at the fleet on the sea.

"We will leave after repairing the church's defense facilities. We must go to the north as soon as possible. Now there is more important." The Pope stuffed the last bit of dried fish in his hand into his mouth.

"As for the order, Lord Pope!"

"As for the order, Lord Pope!"

"As for the order, Lord Pope!"

At this moment, the Pope suddenly saw something, and he grabbed the window ridge with both hands and poked his head out.

The white light shone out from his eyes, and he saw countless deep divers surrounding him in the dark sea, with powerful clans dotted in sporadic times.
Chapter completed!