Charles returned the human skin in his hand to the bandage and said to him: "Then you have become a postman now. Will you still get on the ship in the future?"

"I want to come back...but...mother doesn't want me to come back...I think about it..."

Hearing this, Charles felt a little disappointed, but he smiled indifferently. "It's okay, I respect your decision whether you come or not. The Narwhal has changed several waves of people, dead or retreating. At least there are a group of people in other positions. Now it's your turn, the first mate."

A stiff smile appeared on the young bandaged face. "Then I'll go... to deliver the letter..."

"Now there are telegrams, are there so many people writing letters to communicate?"

"Telecom...calculate money by word count...expensive..." After Bandage said this, he rode his bicycle toward the center of the island.

Looking at the letters on both sides of his car mat, Charles nodded with knowledge. "It is true, the letters are written as many words, and the postage is much cheaper than the telegram fee."

Seeing the bandage disappear in front of him, Charles turned his head to the old painter next to him. He was about to talk to the other party about the next topic, but found that the other party was vomiting towards the sea next to him.

"Old sir, are you okay?" Charles wanted to support him, but the other party was frightened and retreated with fear.

The conversation between the young man in front of him and the postman really scared him. He didn't want to be involved in such people at all.

He had thought that the other party was just an ordinary painter just like his, but now it seems that the other party's identity is absolutely unusual.

"You can go to the school to ask, the school is really recruiting teachers." Charles really didn't want to be displaced by such a talent.

Who would have thought that the old painter would stand up and threaten with trembling trembling: "I tell you, don't think of lying to me, the laws on Hope Island are very strict. If you are caught by the police, you will be thrown into prison!"

Seeing that the other party didn't listen, Charles simply showed up. "Tell me straight, I'm the Governor of Hope Island."

"Yeah, yeah! You are you, can I leave now?" The old painter kept nodding and pretending to agree.

Charles had a little helpless look on his face, "Then what exactly should you do to believe me?"

"I heard that I hope the Governor of the Island can control the mice. Can you show it to me?" The old painter's voice was a little hesitant.

Charles put two fingers in his mouth and blew it, and a sharp whistle sounded, and a large group of mice emerged from the darkness and surrounded him.

Seeing this scene in front of you, the old painter finally believed this fact.

But the old painter did not agree directly as Charles thought, but instead stared at Charles with trembling eyes.

"Mr. Governor, I have always had a question in my mind. I want to ask you, can you answer me?"

Charles waved his hand and the rats under him quickly dispersed. "You ask."

"When the destruction of the British Islands was caused by the Fertans, many people said that it was caused by the Fertans Church, but I don't believe it. What I want to ask is whether there is any help from the governors?"

"have."

"Why, why do you do this?! What a student, and there are millions of people! All are gone, I have no home anymore!!" The old painter's face was extremely painful.

"When Swan used Longka to occupy other islands, did you consider how many people would die at that time? Among those who died, how many were children of other people, and how many were students of other people?"

The old painter stood there blankly, speechless.

"The capture of islands is the rule between the governors. Winning and losing is life. If you die, you will die. This is nothing, but Swan, he was the first person in the history of the Earth Sea to sacrifice the entire island to the gods. He is a traitor to mankind!"

The old painter stood there in a daze, "Is Governor Swan himself made it?"

"The conquest between the governors is all for the islands and the resources above. This situation in the Island of England is absolutely impossible for us to do. Dead islands are of no use to any of us." Charles explained to him.

Speaking of this matter, Charles seemed to be involved. His main purpose of going to the British Islands was to submarines.

The old painter stared at the ground blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.

The destruction of the Island of England was not because of the conspiracy of other Governor's Offices, nor because of the Franciscan sacrifice. The real reason was that the Governor of England himself. He was a little unable to accept this reality.

"You still want to leave now. The boat is there, and it has not started yet. But if you want some children to know that the world is not just machinery and steam, then I hope the school on the island welcomes you to join at any time." Charles said and began to pack up his drawing board.

Just as he just put away the drawing board, he suddenly heard something moving in the direction of the port.

He turned his head and opened his mouth in surprise. It was the huge floating airship of the Divine Sect. The bulging yellow airbags covered the sky and the sun were almost covering the entire dome.

Below the airship is a fleet dominated by seven or eight giant golden-glittered ships.

Such a mobilization of mobilization, if the Pope had not said hello in advance, Charles would have almost thought that the other party was going to occupy the Island of Hope.

"I have something to do. Think about the specific situation carefully." Charles stepped on the water with his feet and rushed towards the magnificent fleet in the distance.

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Director James, who had been busy all day, walked out of the car door opened by the driver.

Although his face was exhausted, he showed a gratified smile on his face when he saw him pushing open the door to greet his wife Mosica.

"I saw a lot of police officers at the pier. Are you exhausted today?" Mosica came up to meet her husband.

The two of them walked towards the exquisitely decorated room while chatting.

The tired James shook his head, "It's okay. Although it was a little messy at the beginning, the matter had been successfully resolved. The ships and airships of the God of Light had left with material loads.

"Are they not allies of the Governor's Governor? Why beware of them?"

"It is impossible to be too careful to have so many fleets. To be honest, if the Governor hadn't ordered them personally, I wouldn't have wanted so many fleets of the other side to approach Hope Island.

Just as they said this, they had already arrived at the living room, and Moxika thoughtfully took off his coat.

"Have you eaten yet? I've made some food for you. If it's not enough, tell me."
Chapter completed!