Charles returned the human skin in his hand to the bandage and said to him, "Then you are now a postman, and will you still be on board the Narwhal in the future?"

"I want to come back...... But...... My mother didn't want me to come back...... I want to think about ......"

Hearing this, Charles felt a little lost in his heart, but he smiled indifferently on his face. "It's okay, whether you come or not, I respect your decision, the narwhal has changed several waves of people, dead and dead, retired and retired, and at least a group of other positions have been replaced, and now it can be regarded as your turn as the first mate. ”

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

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

"Telegram... ...... by word count Count the money...... ...... Bandage said this, pedaling his bicycle towards the center of the island.

Looking at the letters on both sides of the mat of his car, Charles nodded knowingly. "It's true, the letter is written as many words as you want, and the postage is much cheaper than the telegraph fee. ”

Watching the bandage disappear in front of him, Charles turned his head to the old painter next to him, he just wanted to talk to the other party about the next topic, only to find that the other party vomited at the sea next to him.

"Sir, are you alright?" Charles wanted to help, but the other party was frightened and retreated again and again with fear.

The conversation between the young man in front of him and the postman really frightened him, what kind of human skin, what kind of human skin, what kind of human skin, he didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of person at all.

He used to think that the other party was just an ordinary painter like his own, but now it seems that the other party's identity is definitely unusual.

"You can go to the school and ask, the school is really looking for teachers. "Charles really doesn't want to be displaced.

Who would have thought that the old painter straightened up and trembled and threatened: "I'll tell you, don't try to lie to me, the laws of 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 had a showdown. "Let's be honest, I'm the Governor of Hope Island. ”

"Uh-huh, you're you, can I go now?" the old painter kept nodding his head, pretending to agree.

Charles's face was a little helpless, "Then how do you have to believe me?"

"I've heard that the Governor of Hope Island can control rats, can you show me?" the old painter's voice hesitated.

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

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

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

"Your Excellency the Governor, I have always had a question on my mind that I want to ask you, can you answer me?"

Charles waved his hand, and the rats beneath him quickly dispersed. "You ask. ”

"When the British Isle fell, many people said that it was caused by the Photanist Cult, but I don't believe it, I want to ask, is there any help from the governors?"

"Yes. ”

"Why, why are you doing this!!!What a student of mine, and so many millions!All gone, I have no home!!" the old painter's face was in great pain.

"When Swan used Ronka to occupy the other islands, did you think about how many people would have died at that time, how many of those who died were other people's children, and how many were other people's students?"

The old painter stood stunned, speechless.

"The capture of the island is a rule between the governors, victory and defeat are fateful, and death is death, this is nothing, but Swan, he is the first person in the entire history of the sea to sacrifice the entire island to the gods, he is a traitor to mankind!"

The old painter froze in place, "Did Governor Swan make it himself?"

"The Governors are all for the sake of the island and its resources, and there is absolutely no way that we can do this on the Isle of England, and the Dead Island is of no use to any of us. Charles explained to him.

Speaking of which, Charles is more like he was involved, and the main purpose of his previous trip to the British Isle was for submarines.

The old painter looked at the ground in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief.

The fall of the island of England was not due to the conspiracy of other governors' palaces, nor was it due to the sacrifice of the Photans, but the real reason was actually the governor of the island of England himself. He couldn't accept the reality a bit.

"You still want to go as you please, the boat is over there, it hasn't sailed yet, but if you want some kids to know that there's more to this world than just machines and steam, then the schools on Hope Island are always ready to welcome you. Charles said as he began to pack up his sketchpad.

Just as he was putting away his sketchpad, he suddenly heard movement in the direction of the port.

He turned his head to look, and suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, it was the huge floating airship of the Cult of Light, and the bulging yellow air sacs covered the sky and almost covered the entire dome.

Underneath the airship was a fleet dominated by seven or eight glittering ships.

Such a mobilization of the people, if it wasn't for the Pope's greeting in advance, Charles almost thought that the other party was going to occupy Hope Island.

"I have something to do, you can think about the specific situation. Charles put his feet on the water and rushed towards the magnificent fleet in the distance.

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James, the head of the bureau, who had been busy all day, stepped out of the door that was opened by the driver.

Although his face was full of exhaustion, he smiled with satisfaction when he saw his wife Moxika open the door.

"I see a lot of police officers on the docks, I'm tired today, aren't I??" Mosica greeted her husband.

The two chatted as they walked towards the elaborately decorated room.

The tired James shook his head, "It's okay, although it was a little messy at first, but the matter has been satisfactorily resolved, and the ship and airship of the Cult of Light have left with a full load of materials."

"Aren't the Illuminati allies of the Doge, why be wary of them?"

"There are so many fleets, no matter how careful you are, to be honest, if it weren't for the Governor's personal order, I wouldn't want so many fleets on the other side to get close to Hope Island.

As they spoke, they were already in the living room, and Moxika thoughtfully untied his coat.

"Haven't eaten yet? I've made you something to eat, if it's not enough, you tell me. ”

James was not polite, he directly picked up the knife and fork and began to eat, to be honest, he had been busy all day today, and he didn't eat anything.