The scarlet forked tongue kept spitting in and out of the green mouth, and made a slight sound.

This made Charles unable to tell whether these things were snakeman or lizardman.

Shanshan just took a step forward and was pulled back by Charles, "Don't worry, wait and see if they want to say something first."

"External people, you are not from this island. Before you want to cause trouble, it is best to think clearly about whose territory it is."

A snake man staring at Charles said first. Judging from the situation where he spoke first, this man should be the leader of these snake men.

Charles felt very strange when the other party's words were very strange. This was not like what the villain said, or at least not like what a man-eating monster could say.

"Whose territory is this place? This should be the territory of humans, right?" Charles said calmly at the group of snake man monsters in front of him.

Who would have thought that Charles would not say anything? As soon as he opened his mouth, he was immediately treated as a provocation by the people in front of him.

The snake people suddenly showed anger. They quickly pulled out a dagger with dark green mucus from their waists, spread their sharp teeth, and rushed over with afterimages.

Charles turned his head and looked at Shanshan, "I said the wrong thing? It seems that there isn't?"

Just as he turned his head, the snake man instantly accelerated and jumped to him. The three daggers were only 30 cm away from his head.

A hideous smile appeared on the snake man's face. When he thought he succeeded, the entire dark alley was bright in an instant. Transparent tentacles rose from the ground and kept waving. The dazzling arcs jumped quickly between the snake man.

When the light gradually dimmed, the ground covered with garbage and urine was covered with more than a dozen burnt corpses with white smoke were lying on it.

"Let's go, this island looks interesting, let's have a good time." Charles walked past the scorched corpse with Shining.

Charles didn't plan to care about the origin of these monsters. Anyway, this is not his island. When Shanshan gets tired of playing, it has nothing to do with him.

As soon as the two left, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up in the tunnel full of burnt smell, with cloudy and sunny eyes, "Charles? Why did the Governor of Hope Island come to my island? What exactly is he going to do? No, he must report it to Mr. Pitt immediately!"

Back at the crowded streets again, Charles took his daughter to visit the exotic island in front of them, and this time they had no tail behind them.

"Crack~" Shanzhan bit the shortbread in her hand. The cake was pressed very much and thin, and there were some meat strips in the noodles. It looked like the color should be fish meat.

"Dad, do you eat it? It tastes okay." Shanshan brought the cake in her hand to Charles, and Charles shook his head.

Compared to food, Charles was more interested in his daughter's eating behavior. "Can you feel the taste of food? I heard Anna say, didn't you do it before?"

Shinshi took a big bite and said while chewing, "I couldn't do it before, but now I can simulate it."

"Tasting the taste is nothing more than building a tongue that can taste the taste. As time goes by, not only my strength has become stronger, but my learning ability is also getting stronger."

Charles looked at Shanshan in front of him with some emotion. She was only 5 years old now. It was really hard to imagine what Shanshan's true strength would be like in decades.

If it can really be improved infinitely, does that mean that Shining is likely to become a new god in the Earth Sea? If Shining is protected, perhaps the eternal vicious cycle of humans in the Earth Sea has a certain possibility of breaking the deadlock.

Although this is only a very low possibility, Charles really hopes it is true.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Shanshan stared at himself and his father tilted his head.

"It's okay." Charles turned his head and looked at the stall owner holding two large iron plate baking crispy cakes next to him. "What kind of meat is there in this cake?"

The old stall owner showed a hint of pride on his face. "Are you from the outer island? Of course, the meat in the shark meat patties is shark meat."

"Don't the shark meat smell like urine?" Charles raised his mechanical left hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He found that there was no odor in the meat, and it looked like cod.

"Sir, I know you are not from the island, and this fish cake business has been done since my grandfather's generation. Even those wizards know that my family has a secret recipe that can remove the smell of shark urine."

"Master Master? So you are not a mage?" Charles knew nothing about the system and humanities of the West Sea.

"Of course not. If I had talent, I would not have done such a low-class job as Harryda. I would have joined the family of the mages and went to the island to live a good life."

A trace of contempt flashed through Charles' heart. "These old men in the West Sea still adhere to a bunch of old rules. Don't they know that there are earth-shaking changes outside? No wonder people in other seas always say that the people in the West Sea are the most conservative."

Charles was about to leave with Shanshan, but he was immediately stopped by the smiling stall owner. "Well, this gentleman, your wife is so beautiful, you shouldn't eat in front of her?"

I forgot to give the money, but this is normal. Charles really doesn't use much money now. Charles took out his arms, and he took out a few paper money and handed it to the stall owner.

"Sir, are you kidding me?" Looking at the Charles avatar on the banknote, the stall owner's face looked a little ugly

"10 Echoes, sir, thank you for your patron." The stall owner stretched out his right palm to Charles with a tough attitude.

When Charles turned his head and looked at his daughter, he found that she had no intention of helping him, but instead bit the pancake and looked at him with a smirk.

Although Charles could just leave without paying money, he couldn't afford to lose this person. It would be fine if he could owe more, but the problem was only 10 replies. If he really didn't give it, it would be too priceless.

After thinking about it, Charles took out the pocket watch that had lost paint from his arms because he had been used for too long and put it in the hands of the stall owner. "Are you still using echo coins? Didn't the Governor of the All-Dimensional Sea abolish it? Is the notification not released, or does the West Sea have no ability to make coins?"

The stall owner did not answer Charles' question. His eyes widened and looked at the pocket watch that had lost its paint with shock. His hands even began to tremble.

"What? Isn't this thing worth 10 echoes in the West Sea?"

The stall owner quickly stuffed the pocket watch into his arms like a thief and nodded his head vigorously. "Value value! It's so worth it! This thing is not something that people of my class can use!"
Chapter completed!