"We'll live here in the future, it's a bit small, but don't worry, I'll be old in two years at most. "Vest walked into the three-bedroom room with his family.

He lives in a basement next to the port area. Because it's underground, it's a little damp, but because of it, the price is very favorable.

Looking at the room in front of her, which was more than five times larger than her previous home, Yelena's eyes were full of excitement, and she looked around excitedly.

The bedroom, the hall, the bathroom, and the kitchen, she felt as if she had returned to the time when her husband was alive.

Don't expect a single man's room to be tidy, and Elena immediately began to bend down and clean it up.

"Mother, don't worry, you're all hungry, I'll take you to the restaurant first. Putting down everything in his hand, Vest walked outside with his loved ones.

"West, there's a kitchen here, why don't I go buy some ingredients to eat at home, it's cheaper. Poverty made Elena instinctively choose a better solution.

"It's all right, Mother, just for today. Westra pulled his mother out of the basement.

A family of four walked into a nicely decorated restaurant, with patched clothes, which made them instinctively flinch.

Facing the eyes cast around him, West didn't have any stage fright, and sat down directly with them, he now has money.

Faced with the menu sent over, he went straight to the most expensive order, even if he hadn't eaten much of it.

Soon the lobster's white and tender tail meat made their restlessness dissipate.

It was a raw dish with black ants hanging on it, and then drizzled with the lemon juice unique to Hope Island, and the four of them began to secrete saliva continuously.

The formic acid of ants and the sour taste of lemon are mixed to bring the slightly twitching taste of fresh shrimp to the next level.

This is only the first course, and the following dishes that have never been seen before are constantly being delivered.

Most of them are newly created foods from Hope Island, and the current chefs are no longer satisfied with various fruits, and have begun to develop various insects on Hope Island.

No matter what the ingredients are, they are very delicious to eat.

When the translucent green pudding was served as a dessert at the end, the lunch was finally over.

"Brother, look, there is a transparent spider moving in this pudding!"

Vest touched her head with his hand and called the waiter to settle the bill, only to be told that someone had already taken the bill for him.

Looking at the waiter's hand, West saw that on the table in the distance, Planck, the fat chef of the Narwhal, was waving his fork at him.

"The food in this shop is all good, and I hope to open a restaurant like this one day. Planck smiled at West, who came over.

"Thank you, I'll invite you to drink another day, my family just came, I need to be there for them. As soon as Vest finished speaking, he was about to go back when he was stopped by Plancla.

"The captain is back, you know?"

"Of course, I just saw him. ”

"I estimate that the next mission will be much more difficult than before, so I advise you to use your previous salary to buy a life-saving relic. It's dangerous, but it's life-saving at a critical moment. ”

A look of embarrassment flashed across West's face, all his money had been used to buy a house.

"Did you buy it?" asked West.

"Well, I bought a statue and now feed it with my blood every day. ”

"Okay, I'll think about it. Vest left the restaurant with his family. ——————————————————

In the Governor's Palace on Hope Island, Charles leaned back in a black leather chair and looked at the two people in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, representing the Cult of Light and the Explorers Guild respectively.

One is Cardinal Hune of the Cult of Light, and the other is George, the head of the Hope Island Explorers Association.

"That's the way it is, I know it's hard to believe, but it happened. ”

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat oppressive, as if even the air was frightened by Charles's words.

"Then you mean to say that the Pope was killed by the evil god summoned by Swan?"

Charles looked at Hune and didn't speak, of course, the meaning was self-evident, since he hadn't come back now, then death was also a high probability.

"Absolutely impossible! His Holiness is the Chosen One!!He is the only one who has the power of the God of Light! It is absolutely impossible for an evil god in the water to hurt him!" Hunn's face was angry with a hint of horror, as if his faith was about to collapse.

Is the God of Light powerful, or is the so-called Celebrant powerful? Charles didn't know.

However, the other party's banquet is real, and the Pope is just a God's chosen one, so in this comparison, the Pope's death is also reasonable. Although it is not known why he didn't run.

"Your Excellency. George, the mustachioed man of the Explorer Guild next to him, stood up, his expression very solemn.

"If it is true as you say, then it will be a matter of great importance to the lives of all the seas! I must report it to the President immediately! With that, he hurried away.

Seeing that the other party was leaving, Huon of the Illuminati Sect stood up and was about to leave, and he muttered that he wanted to go to the sanctuary and ask the God of Light in person.

Charles didn't bother to pay attention, the broken fireball hung in the sky all day long, and he couldn't ask anything if he asked it.

Charles stood up and walked towards the bedroom, as soon as he got ashore, he was blocked by these two people, he was a little tired, and wanted to take a nap and rest,

But before he could reach the bedroom, Feuerbach was in front of him with an old man.

The second mate of the narwhal said with a little helplessness on his face: "Captain, don't look at me like that, I don't want to, those people who repair the ship are arguing again." ”

Feuerbach's old man, Charles, knew him as one of the first designers he had come into contact with, with rimless eyes.

Charles turned his head to look at him, "Can't so many of you build even a submarine? ”

The eyed old man took a step forward, "It doesn't matter if you don't have a drawing, I can even redraw it." But the British Isle is not at all the same thing as your island.

"Our British Island has a mature industrial chain, what do you have here? Some of the parts in the shipyard are still imported from our British Island!"

Charles rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead. "And how are you going to build a submarine?"

"I need 100 workers in related specialties, 40 supporting manufacturers, including steel plates, propellers, silencing tiles and sonars, and I also need ......"

"Stop," Charles interrupted. Pointing in the direction of the dock, "I don't have all the things you want, there are so many materials for the dock, get me a submarine out, I said, only when the submarine is built, you can go back, or you will live here for the rest of your life." ”