After dinner, it was a rest time, and West, in a good mood, walked towards the crew lounge.

He is not a formal helmsman at the moment, so he doesn't have to work night shifts now and can rest like other sailors

The sailors in the deck group do not need 24 novels on duty like the turbine group and the driving team.

This is the advantage and the disadvantage. The advantage is that their rest is very regular, and the disadvantage is that this is the only benefit for their sailors. They have the lowest salary in the entire ship.

As soon as I opened the lounge door, the smell of smelly feet and pungent tobacco came to me. Fortunately, West had become accustomed to this smell. Seven or eight men gathered together, don't expect it to be clean.

The crew lounge is the largest cabin in the Narwhal, but it seems extremely crowded when putting on four double beds and putting on a table, and then filling in various debris of the crew.

In the foggy room, he saw the second mate Feuerbach gambling with the crew members who had just had a full meal. He was on the banker and saw that the smile on his face should have won a lot.

Generally speaking, except for the vampire Oderick who bets with blood, he rarely bets with others. His salary is used to buy a house for his family and must not be wasted in such places.

He took off his boots, lay on his upper iron bed, picked up a thick novel at the head of the bed and started reading it.

He used to like reading sea adventure novels, but when he became a crew member, he instead watched various love stories on the island.

He has read this book once, but the plot is very exciting, and he wants to revisit it before going to bed.

"Ha! 19 o'clock! I won again. Give money and give money!" Feuerbach's excited shout came into his ears.

West wanted to move his body away, but the crew's rest room was so big that the voice of his companions still came to his ears.

"Oh, you. Haven't you heard of it? The telegram we just installed will be taken away by the madmen from the God of Light."

Feuerbach's voice penetrated, and he said with a hint of complaint in his tone: "I don't know what these guys are going crazy. There was finally a telegram on the boat. I wanted to contact my son more, but now there is no chance. I go out like this every day and my son doesn't know me anymore."

West immediately sat up, threw himself to the table with a nervous face and said, "Is this true? Why did it be removed? I haven't sent a telegram to my mother!"

"Then you better go quickly, I heard that the other party is already demolishing it."

Very anxious West immediately threw down the novel in his hand and rushed towards the telegram.

When he walked along the narrow corridor to the cabin where the telegraph was being distributed, he saw several people from the God of Light that were already taking action to dismantle them.

"Wait, everyone! Let me send another telegram!!! Just one!!"

As he said that, he picked up the telegram code on the wall to analyze the book. But he was pushed back by a bald head with a angry face. "The Pope told me that no one is allowed to send another telegram."

"Friend, there is only one. If I suddenly lose my whereabouts, my mother will definitely be very anxious!" West rushed over again, but was pushed back by the other party more and more vigorously.

This time, West hit the wall heavily. Before he could fall off the wall, his cold big hands were stuck directly on his neck, and his pair of angry eyes stared at him.

"Why do you have to send a telegram?! Are you the spy?"

West struggled desperately, his face flushed. "Cough...I...I don't know what you are talking about, cough! I just want to report my mother a peace..."

"Is that so? Let me try whether your words are true or false." Wright sneered and flipped his tongue, and a sharp long needle was turned out by him.

Just as the long needle was getting closer and closer to West's eyes, an emerald green branch twisted and blocked between the two.

"Let him...send..." Wright turned his head and saw a guy covered in bandages appearing in the corridor at some point, and the green branch emerged from the gap.

"Swish!" As the long needle stroked, the emerald green branches in front of Les broke down accordingly.

"No one can violate the Pope's orders! No one can do it!!"

Just as Wright said the arrogant words, more plants grew wildly from the bandages. This time they were no longer branches, but various sharp vines covered with barbed ones.

In just one second, the vines instantly filled the room, and the bandage was in the center of the vine, and a slow voice came from his mouth. "I am... the first mate of this ship... let him send..."

Although the voice is not high, it is full of domineeringness.

A hint of anger appeared on Wright's face, and the joints of his hands were distorted normally and rapidly. Just when the sword was tense, a believer in the Light God Cult behind him gently pulled it.

"Wright, you have collected your character. Have you forgotten what the Pope said? We cannot have conflicts with the people on this ship. Do you not even listen to the Pope's words?"

Looking at the thorny vines pointing at him around him, and then looking at the young man in his hand, he snorted coldly, put down West in his hand, and retreated aside with a pale face.

West couldn't care about that much at this time, so he hurried to the telegram and started sending it.

The vines stretched out from the bandage quickly withered and withered. He swept across the faces of everyone present with his two dark eye sockets, and turned around and left.

"Mr. First mate! Thank you!" West's grateful voice came from behind.

Hearing this, Bandage's mind flashed through the scene of West saying goodbye to his mother, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

He didn't stop at his feet and returned to the cockpit along the corridor.

"There are still... two hundred nautical miles..." Bandage thought silently at the chart on the wall.

His bandaged hand slowly touched the location of the destination on the chart.

"Bandage, what's wrong with you? Have you found something?" Dipp, who was in charge of the helm, asked curiously.

"I seem to have been here...I think I remembered...What..."

"Hey, can you be more accurate? I have gone to sea with you many times. You have said that the place you have been to is nine times if you haven't been ten times. Is the sea your home?"

"No... this time it's different... different..." The brows under the bandage slowly frowned.

"Then... do you have to talk to the captain about this? "Dip asked hesitantly.

"No...forget it... maybe I... remembered it wrongly... maybe."
Chapter completed!