Elizabeth's grandfather lived in a house in the underground Governor's Mansion. In order to facilitate his life as high as three meters, all the furniture here was specially customized large furniture.
The tall figure was sitting on the sofa more than four meters high, leaning forward to look at the screen that was three times larger than an ordinary TV.
Facing the drama on the screen, he was very focused when he saw it, and even Charles and Elizabeth came to them without even notice.
"Grandfather, Charles is here to see you." Elizabeth patted the back of his wrinkled hands half a meter wide.
Hearing this, the white-haired old giant slowly took off the half-framed glasses from his face and looked at the two people beside him.
When he found out that it was his granddaughter, a kind smile appeared on his old-spotted face, "Ah, my little Liz, have you come to see me? What did you just say?"
Elizabeth put his hands together in a trumpet shape and shouted at the old man: "I said!! Charles is here to see you!! He has something to ask you! Where are the new ears I bought for you? Why didn't you bring them with you!!"
"I heard it, I'm not deaf yet!" The old man reached out to grop on the table next to him.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Elizabeth explained to Charles next to him with a hint of helplessness: "His ears are a little bad now. I found a way to restore his hearing, but he doesn't like it."
Charles nodded slightly, "Not bad, these years have passed, and your grandfather is still so strong, and not many people can live in the sea for so long."
Just as the two were chatting, Elizabeth's grandfather took out a black worm that looked like a centipede from a jar. Judging from the blood-red teeth, this thing was very bad.
The old man slowly tilted his head and squeezed the insects into his ears with his trembling hands.
When the centipede quickly crawled into his ears, the old man couldn't help but gasp in pain. When everything was over, he sat up and looked at Charles.
"Mr. Charles, please tell me if you need any help. If my bones can be helped, I will definitely help."
Charles looked at him unexpectedly, "Do you know I'm asking for your help?"
The old giant smiled kindly, "If the governor of Hope Island is fine, he should not have time to find an old man who is about to die. What do you need me to help?"
After hearing the other party say this, Charles was not polite and directly expressed his purpose, "Remember you told me that you went to the island of gods when you were young, and you also saw the body of the gods floating in the air. If you let me recall the route now, do you still remember the route?"
Hearing Charles say this, the old man was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. "Can the Governor tell me, do you want to know what these are going to do?"
Regarding this question, Charles looked at him calmly without answering it.
The old man was not angry without getting a reply. He sighed helplessly and said, "Although I haven't even gone out of the house for many years due to physical reasons, I can also notice that some major events have happened outside."
"You want to deal with our gods? This is probably a death-seeking act. The gods' strength is much stronger than you think."
"Believe me, I know much more about your gods than you. If you want to help me, just say what you know." Charles didn't want to explain too much about this giant who was always in the dark.
Feeling the atmosphere a little nervous, Elizabeth walked to her grandfather's ear and whispered something to him.
"Okay, I understand, then I'll listen to Liz. You gave her this island at the beginning. How could I have such a good life? Carry a table over."
Soon a table was quickly carried to the old man, with a dense gray cloth on it. Charles, the captain, knew that this cloth was used to draw sea charts.
The old man picked up a wide ruler with one hand that was 1.5 meters long on the table and began to draw on the cloth. At this time, his eyes were sharp, and his old hands did not shake at all. His body, which seemed to be empty, seemed to be injected into his soul again.
The slender longitude and latitude lines divide the gray cloth into small squares. As the islands are drawn one by one, Charles is surprised at the exquisite technique of the other party's painting charts.
When the other party was young, he must have had a meal at sea. It is already a sign of his strength when he was old.
After drawing the island, he started to draw the route again. This kind of meticulous work was a bit unbearable for an old man who was acting stagnant. When everything was over, he threw the pen and slumped on the sofa and gasped.
Charles supported his hands on the table, looking down at the huge sea chart on the table in front of him. This is the sea chart of the Sea of ​​Mist. The Sea of ​​Mist is an oval overall. It not only marks the island of Broken Hearts that he has been to once, but also marks the islands in other centers, and various islands are sporadic.
A route set out from Broken Heart Island in an arc, jumped among several islands, and came to the center of the Sea of ​​Mist. Compared with other islands, it was a blank space.
"This is where I saw the corpse of a god. I don't know what you are going to do. If you want to live, I advise you not to seek death." The old man stood up again with the help of his granddaughter.
"I don't know how many islands are there, and I don't know how many. The gods don't tell us, and we don't ask."
Charles looked at the empty chart center, and thought about picking up the pen next to him and writing a private TE6 at the end of the route.
"Remember so clearly? Your memory is amazing."
The old man's eyes were complicated and his voice was very melancholy: "No matter what, it is my former home. I agreed with Liz that after I die, my ashes will be scattered back into the sea of ​​fog."
Charles reached out to roll up the map, but was blocked directly by the old man, "Wait, I need to explain to you about that place, look at these islands."
Wrinkled fingers kept pointing on the chart, "Here, here, and here, the eight islands of the Hik tribe are on the outermost side. Everything you contact with the outside world comes from the outside, but we are not the only one inside, you have to be careful."
The old fingers circled around the chart. "Except for the islands of the Hik tribe, the remaining islands of other tribes, and some races that never contacted the outside world, are very terrifying."
Charles looked at him in surprise, "Do you have specific information about them?" When he heard the news, Charles felt that these things were human tests from the Foundation.
Chapter completed!