Just as Alia was about to continue speaking, Charles heard footsteps at the door.

He turned his head and looked at the bandaged mother and walked over with a basket.

"Hello, Governor, are you here to come to West as well?" Elena smiled and nodded at Charles.

"I made your son like this, don't you hate me?" Charles was surprised at her attitude.

The old Elena shook her head, "Don't be surprised. I did blame you at the beginning, but now, I think this kind of life is actually good. Although West no longer knows me, he no longer has to go to sea adventures, and I don't have to be careful that my children can't come back."

"And his condition has improved a lot. Now he is willing to chat with me and call me a lady. I brought him his favorite food." After saying that, smiling Elena walked towards the bandaged ward with a basket on her shoulder.

At the same time, Alia also walked towards the exit of the sanatorium, "Sorry, Governor, I should go on duty. If you [Shuquge www.shuquge.xyz] have found a way to cure Dipp, please tell me as soon as possible."

In an instant, the corridor of the sanatorium suddenly became empty, leaving Charles alone.

Thinking of the different attitudes of the two just now, Charles remembered the question of the Ftans again and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

He wanted the crew to restore their sanity, but he did not want to die tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people because of this incident. There were enough people dying in the sea and no one could die anymore.

"As it turns out, just as Anna said, will you take action when the technology on Hope Island develops..."

"Maybe... can we use military deterrence to put pressure on the Fertans, and we don't really do it?"

Just as Charles was thinking about how to achieve his goal at the lowest cost, the sea water in the glass in front of him suddenly rolled up.

This unusually scared Dipp ran around everywhere.

Soon a pair of familiar octopus vertical pupils appeared on the glass again, and the Ftanic Sect came again.

"Charles, we agreed to the previous deal, we can cure your crew, and to show our kindness, we can help you with one."

Charles, who was about to make some move, stopped immediately when he heard this.

Regardless of whether this guy said it was true or not, his words were absolutely tempting to him. As long as he agreed, one of his crew members would be able to recover immediately!

"Really? You guys are so kind?"

"This is your own condition, why do you have to doubt it now?"

"Yes, we do have extreme hatred. If I follow my thoughts, I really want to pull out your soul and torture it endlessly."

"But before the powerful, any kind of hatred can be let go, and He is above everything else, including the hatred between us."

Looking at the deformed eyes in front of him, Charles frowned and thought.

In the end, he decided that no matter whether the transaction was a sugar-coated shell or not, he would eat this layer of sugar-coated first.

"Yes, then how do we trade?" Charles said slowly to the eyes on the glass.

"My people have passed, they are at Hope Island Pier, as I said before, I will pay the gift first to show sincerity."

"First of all, the transaction can continue, but we need an additional condition, that is, to tell us what the Pope did before and where the God of Light went."

Charles sneered in his heart, but he still didn't want to suffer losses and wanted to find some of the information to be a big deal.

"Yes, as long as I can save all my crew, everything will be fine."

"We will talk about what's next when you receive our giveaway."

With a "wow", the eyes in the water instantly dissipated. The crazy Dipp rushed to the position of the eyes just now, scratching hysterically with his claws.

After slapping the glass with his hands, Charles quickly walked into the nursing home, and immediately asked someone to bring the Ftans believers from the dock to come over.

He only considers one question now, that is, to whom should he give this place to reply to consciousness?

After thinking about it, Charles finally decided to give the quota to Bandage, not only because he was closest to him, but also because he knew the Fertans very well.

If he could find a way to rescue others from his mouth, he would no longer have to get involved with the Ftans.

The bandages with red faces kept shouting were carried to the reception hall of the Governor's Mansion.

"Stop quarrel, I'll get you back later. Why are you so annoying if you say so much?"

Hearing this, Bandage's eyes were filled with fear. After staying for so long, he also knew something. No matter whether the body is his own or Bandage's.

If he is cured, it means that he will die.

"You...what are you going to do!! I'm not a bandage!! I'm not!!"

"Clog his mouth." Charles said boredly.

A ball of silk cloth was stuffed directly into the bandage's mouth. Amid his whimper, Charles saw the believers from the Fertans sect.

Three tightly wrapped in red robes walked into the living room with seven or eight believers with octopus tattoos on their faces.

Behind them was a group of guards holding guns and relics, and James came from behind, as he seemed to be very worried about these people.

The believers were wet, with the familiar fishy smell of the sea, and they seemed to have come down from the water.

"Go away the cloak, there is no need to hide it. I have seen your deformed appearance."

As soon as Charles finished speaking, the red robe slowly dispersed, and the three hideous octopuses screamed in fear.

"Governor Charles, it's been a long time since we've been missing. Do you still know me? I invited you to find the holy relics of the Holy Lord before." The leading octopus said to Charles with his head.

"Stop talking nonsense, do it, this is this person." Charles pointed at the increasingly intense bandage struggling next to him.

Seeing that Charles had no intention of communicating and did not waste saliva, the octopus head ordered the believers with octopus tattoos engraved on their faces to start cleaning up the venue and preparing for the ceremony.

Soon, the tables, stools and even the carpets were cleaned out.

Under everyone's gaze, they took out a golden dagger, quickly dismembered a male believer, and quickly painted it on the ground with his bones, internal organs and flesh. The whole air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Except for the person who brought the octopus' head, everyone frowned at the same time.

Not long after, a twisted magic circle made of materials from human bodies appeared on the ground.

Two Ftanic believers walked to the bandage, took over from the soldiers, and put him in the center of the magic circle.

Black candles began to surround the magic circle of the master. The candle's fire was very strange, and the fire was also black.
Chapter completed!