"What? Your God wants to have family affairs with me?"

The pope shook his head with a smile and said to Charles: "Of course not, actually I mean-"

Charles, who was frowning, blocked his hand. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then stood up and walked out. "I'm not available today for the time being. Tomorrow at 10 o'clock, come on my boat and let's have a good chat."

"Oh~ why are you-" Before the Pope finished speaking, Charles rushed out.

Don't say that the Pope didn't expect Charles to act, even Charles himself did not expect it.

The other party's words made him alert. The Pope seemed to be spying on the situation on the surface. He could not just answer him. He had to find a way to deal with it.

God knows what the Pope and the God of Light behind Him have. If they attempt to invade the surface, then he would rather not go back.

However, just as the Pope spoke, he suddenly wanted a solution.

Stepping on the shaking waves, Charles quickly rushed back to the Narwhale and pulled the rope that stretched over. He had already arrived back to the deck.

Pushing away the crew member who was preparing to clean the deck, Charles rushed towards the captain's room.

With a "click", the door opened, and various portraits of the captain's room were scattered all over the ground. The paintings were all Lily, there were also mice, and there were also humans. Lily smiled happily.

Looking at these portraits, the faint excitement on Charles' face slowly fell.

He bent down, picked up the portraits with his trembling hands, and placed them carefully on the table.

After doing all this, Charles grabbed the bottom-down wine bottle on the table and poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, then put his head under the bed and quickly searched.

Soon, a dusty bronze printer appeared in front of Charles, which was the soul printer he had found after working hard to go to the bottom of the sea.

After using it once before, it didn't work much and kept it here to eat dust.

The next second, the printer started to move and a piece of paper was quickly printed out.

"This thing can tell whether the Pope is telling the truth or the lies, and also understands what the other party's purpose is." The paper reads Charles's thought just now.

After a quick look, Charles finally decided to put the printer back under the bed.

Other places are not suitable, only this place can be put down.

Lying on his own bed, Charles pondered the questions the Pope would definitely ask tomorrow and the questions he would ask.

This is an excellent opportunity to find out the other party’s background.

Time passed quickly, and the next day the Pope arrived as promised, but his face looked a little unhappy. "Why do you have to come here? Is there any difference?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, sit down, ask what you want to ask, I'll patrol the ship later." Charles, who occupied the only stool, pointed to the single bed next to him.

"I believe you are from the surface, and the great God of Light believes it, so I want to ask about the specific situation above." The Pope sat on the bed and said to Charles.

Although the Pope was just a simple question, there was a lot of information revealed.

First of all, the other party didn't know the specific situation on the surface. Either it had come down a long time ago, or it had never been up.

However, judging from the other party's knowledge of dismantling computer memory, the second possibility is the greatest.

"Who is your God?" Charles spoke out the question he had prepared.

"God is God, and you have not answered our questions."

"I tell you that, I can, exchange information, as much as you tell me, I will tell you, what is your God from? I think He should not be the god in the sea, right?"

The Pope's face showed a look of contempt, "Don't compare the things in the sea with our great God of Light, they are unclean and filthy, and compare them with them the God who slanders us."

"Then tell me the origin of your God, and don't use the omniscient and omnipotent Creator God to fool me, and to have something real."

After the Pope smiled proudly, he slowly spoke: "You should also have faith on the surface of the earth? What is the God of Light? It's very simple. The God of Light is the God of the God of the mouth of your people on the surface, the real God."

Charles smiled coldly in his heart. "Who sealed such a powerful god?"

When Charles heard this, Charles was a little angry. "Some things in the sea are conspiring with guys from other places. At the beginning of our god's birth, they sealed my god."

"At the beginning of the birth of the gods? Some things in the sea and conspired with guys from other places?" Charles carefully pondered the meaning of this sentence.

First of all, the God of Light was born in the Earthly Sea, which made Charles confirm his previous conjecture, and the other party had never been there.

Secondly, the power of the God of Light is stronger than that of ordinary gods and is full of threats to the gods. Otherwise, those gods would not have been able to start a joint battle for no reason and seal the God of Light.

Charles' fingers were pounding rhythmically on the table, and after a long time, he raised his head and looked at the Pope.

"Does your god have anything to do with Dawn One?"

"Dawn No. 1? It is just an activated nuclear fusion power station. It is not worthy of comparing it with God of Light. [Biquge 5200 www.bqg5200.biz] Of course, it has now been transformed into a believer of God of Light by us, so it is one of our brothers and sisters."

Charles' pupils suddenly shrank, and the other party knew more about the surface than he thought.

"Maybe our God will be somewhat similar to it in appearance, but God is God. It can create all things with one thought, and destroy the world with one thought."

Charles looked at him blankly, not knowing what expression to treat him for a moment.

"Child, you don't believe it again, right?"

"No, I believe, you continue to say it."

"Why don't you think it's very simple to resurrect a little mouse with such a powerful existence?" The Pope said slowly, and leaned against Charles with a smile.

Charles' heart beat violently after glanced at the bed board under the Pope's butt.

Charles was worried, and he continued to ask for more details. "Can your god beat Fertan?"

"What's the problem? Why is this related to that octopus again?" The pope's face showed a strange look.

"Lily was drowned by me before. Her soul belongs to God Fotan. If your god can't even beat God Fotan, I'm afraid that I can't resurrect her."

The pope shook his head. "The octopus has been sleeping for a long time, and it is impossible to compare. Maybe the soul of the mouse belongs to Fotan, but God will always have a way to do this little problem."
Chapter completed!