In the port area of ​​Hefang Island, Gaia rushed to her house with half a piece of hard bread, looking at the guys in blue military uniforms on the street, Gaia's eyes were filled with a strong hatred.

"Bah! These beasts deserve to be fed sharks! As soon as the Governor died, he rushed into the enemy's arms like a dog, completely ignoring how they slaughtered our relatives!!"

Even though he said so, he shrank and walked towards the corner.

There is no way, since his father died at sea with Governor Danielle, he has no longer been a man of the island and has become a wanted criminal.

He took his mother and secretly left from the secret passage of the family at home, and only then did he save his life.

His ancestors were crew members who explored the island with the Cavendish family. The more perfect his life was, the more he was now.

He Fangdao has changed its owner, and he is now the rats that everyone calls to beat.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to leave this place of trouble, but he doesn’t even have the money to buy a boat ticket now. Today’s money to buy bread was borrowed by a kind-hearted woman on the edge of the port area.

Just as he came to the so-called home next to the corner of the wall, his body suddenly became tense.

A guy in a gray robe was sitting there chatting with his mother.

Gaia secretly pulled out the dagger from her waist and placed it in her sleeve. He asked tentatively: "Mother, who is this?"

When the man in gray turned around, Gaia trembled the dagger in her hand and fell to the ground with a clang. "Miss Margaret! You are not dead!"

The man in gray robe was Margaret, whose stunning appearance was torn apart by the hideous scars. The pearl of Hefang Island in the past seemed to be covered with a layer of gray sand, and only those eyes were as bright as gems.

Her voice was no longer pleasant, and there was a hint of hoarseness in her fatigue.

"Gaia, Uncle Crow once swore allegiance to my father. Are you willing to be loyal to me now? Will you take back the island with me?"

Gaia opened her mouth excitedly, but he looked at his mother who was sad next to her and slowly closed her mouth.

He said with difficulty: "Miss Margaret, although I am the son of my father, I am the most incompetent person of him. I am willing to die for you, but I can't help you."

"No, of course you helped me. As long as you are willing, or you don't want to avenge your brother and father?"

Margaret took out a black stone. Seeing the stone, Gaia's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He had heard of the legend of Cavendish, the legend of why every generation of governors on Ho Fang Island is so powerful.

"I...I do it!! I, Gaia Joseph, wishes to be loyal to the Cavendish family forever, just like my father." Gaven, excited, immediately knelt on one knee.

"Good, come with me now, we need to find enough fellow citizens to get out of here before those guys find us."

"Miss Margaret, where are we going? Shouldn't we gather everyone and reoccupate the island?"

Margaret shook her head, "This is useless. We need to go to the Isle of England to solve the source of the entire problem."

Gaia stood up in surprise, "Miss Margaret, are you going to assassinate Swan?! I'm going to seek death!!"

Everyone knows that Governor Swan is the strongest existence in the North Sea now, and it is simply a pity that he will be killed by the death.

"You don't think we are the only ones who are dissatisfied with Swan, do you?" Margaret's words stunned Gaia.

A trace of hatred appeared deep in Margaret's eyes and quickly hid it. "My family died in his hands. Before Swan died, my life did not belong to me now."

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Charles, lying on the bed, woke up slowly, and the completely different decorations in front of him made him feel unresponsive.

Feeling the slight shaking of the ship, Charles realized that he was heading to the warship on the British Islands.

"It's good that the ship is big, and there is a power system in the crew's room." As Charles pulled it gently, the light bulb on the top of the cabin lit up.

Charles grabbed Lily, who was lying on the quilt, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Mr. Charles," Lily, who was rare today, rubbed her eyes and opened her eyes.

After rubbing its head with his hands, Charles picked up a toothbrush and started washing.

Lily was not idle either. She dipped her little paws in a little water and smeared the hair on her head.

After washing up, the two walked towards the canteen on the ship.

It was originally the captain who insisted on sending troops here, but Charles refused.

Life on the ship is already boring. If you even have to send someone to eat, you will be completely like a pig.

Today I had bread fried fish and oyster soup. Ignoring the gazes of the crew members around me from time to time, Charles ate with relish.

Not long after, the limping doctor came over and shouted to the kitchen: "Hey! Bring me wine!"

The chef on the ship did not dare to neglect and quickly brought a bottle of unopened rum to deliver it.

"Drink alcohol early in the morning? If you want to live a few more years, I advise you to quit drinking."

"If you don't even let the wine drink, what's the point of living!" The doctor raised the bottle and raised his head and took a big gulp.

Charles didn't persuade him, and continued to have breakfast and thought about what he wanted to do today.

When he came on the boat and didn't patrol every day, he always felt worried.

After hiccupping, the doctor looked at Charles and said, "My telegram has been sent. Professor Kochi said that since there are three identical items to replace parts, it is not a big problem to fix my things."

"Congratulations, you finally know what is recorded in your heirloom. Remember to show me when you can. I am also curious about the news inside."

The doctor said again after nodding, "You really want to continue going back to that haunt place?"

Seeing Charles chewing food nodding, a hint of impatientness appeared on his face.

"Don't go, you kid mine has been through the treatment all the way. It's not easy to survive until now."

Charles shook his head with a chuckling. "Seeing that you care so much about that thing, I thought you would understand my determination."

"How could that be the same thing? I'm dying! I'm giving it my best!"

"You are a doctor, so how long do you think I can live?" Charles looked at him calmly.

The doctor twitched slightly, and finally spoke with great difficulty. "I said before that you would not live to be 40 years old, and that's just a rough idea. There are several doctors who are better than me at sea. If you go to them, it will probably extend your lifespan."

Charles was a little moved to see the unyielding doctor say such words.

"Thank you, but don't worry about my business, I can solve it myself."

"Hmph! Why am I worried about you? You are not my grandson." After the doctor said that, he limped away with a bottle of wine.
Chapter completed!