Mysteries of the Earthsea

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"Captain, are my prosthetic limbs made of this material too? It's so good, light and strong." Chef Planck dragged the prosthetic leg and walked over. He seemed a little uncomfortable, and he was a little lame. leg.

Seeing him walking, Charles thought of the doctor lying in the cemetery now.

"How is the prosthesis used? Are you used to it?" Charles asked.

"I'm used to it. I'm so used to it. You can add pulleys here. It slides much faster than walking! Seriously, if it's not too expensive, I want to cut all my limbs and replace them with prostheses."

The fat chef showed Charles the various abilities of his prosthetic limbs. His solitary pleasing expression disappeared. It seemed that he had lived and died last time, and he had completely integrated into the Narwhal group.

Charles chatted with him a few words and started to give the new crew members a lesson. Some things must be explained clearly before sailing. It would not be so easy to regret after boarding the ship.

Time passed a little bit, getting closer and closer to the scheduled sailing time, the bandage chief officer is always the latest one.

"What? Your family won't let anyone go?" Charles, who was squatting on the railing, asked him.

Bandage didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, and walked directly to the cockpit.

Charlton rubbed his nose, stood up, and waved to the crew. "Drop anchor! Set sail!"

Upon hearing the captain's order, all the crew members rushed to their posts.

"Wait~ Captain~ You dropped me!!" A small voice came from a distance.

Charles turned his head to look, and found that at the entrance of the dock, a guy with green hair ran towards this side really quickly. It was the second officer Feuerbach.

When he ran to the front of the boat, he was tired and sweating.

"Your injury has just recovered, so don't follow the boat this time."

Feuerbach immediately disagreed. He lifted his shirt and exposed the scarred abdominal muscles. "Captain! Look, I'm really well, I definitely don't need to rest!"

Said that he was about to climb up the ship's soft rope, just when he was about to go on deck, he was stopped by Charles.

"Go back, take care of your son first, fulfill the responsibility of being a father, don't let him run around on the street alone, and don't know if he was hit by a car."

"It's really okay, my woman will take him well." Feuerbach, with a smile on his face, was about to board the boat.

But Charles's steel prosthesis stopped him again.

"I said your injury was not healed. Take a good rest on the boat. Don't follow the boat this time." Charles's tone was calm, but his eyes were full of coldness.

Feuerbach was taken aback for a moment, he looked at the other crew members in the distance, and then slowly retreated.

"Woooo~~" The low whistle sounded, and under the gaze of Feuerbach, who was alone, the Narwhal left the pier of Hope Island.

It was not until the Narwhal completely disappeared into the dark sea that Feuerbach walked towards the path.

He drooped his head, his expression a little wilted. "Why not let on board..."

After walking out of the noisy pier, Feuerbach looked in his direction, and did not set off toward that side, but walked toward the navy headquarters.

Passing by the navy soldier who saluted him, he entered the hall and headed to his office.

As he passed by the conference room, he felt something was wrong. As soon as Feuerbach opened the door violently, he saw more than a dozen brigadier generals doing their work on the oval table, seeming to be discussing something.

"What are you discussing? Why is there no one to notify me of military activities?" Feuerba asked strangely.

The documents in the hands of Brigadier General Roves, who was at the edge of the upright military uniform, sent over.

"Admiral Feuerbach, in order to give you a better rest, the Governor decided to suspend your position as Admiral. All matters of the Navy are discussed and decided by other Brigadier Generals."

Feuerbach’s sullen face quickly turned, and a few seconds later, he flipped the paper quickly and said excitedly: "Is there any mistake? What the Governor is doing! I am my own!"

"Sorry, we are soldiers, soldiers must obey their superiors."

"Hey, hey, don't forget that we are a group of people, Charles treats me like this, you are not afraid that he will treat you the same?"

Roves looked at him with an indifferent expression, "We are different. All of us here can find a source from birth to now, but yours is strange, you seem to come out of thin air."

"Hehe, the captain is suspicious of me?" Feuerbach smiled dryly.

At this moment, the brawny man with the hook on the farthest hand couldn't see it. He stood up and walked to Feuerbach to whisper.

"I didn't arrest you to go to jail. What belongs to you is still yours. The Ministry of Finance still grants you funds every quarter. Don't worry, when the Governor returns, I will help you find out."

"What's the best use at that time! Not good!! Isn't it just this little interest? You will care about me as Feuerbach as you do?" Feuerbach turned and left the meeting room with a sullen expression.

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The Holy Light Cathedral, the base camp of the Illuminati, is not an island, but a huge stalactite linking the earth and the sea with the sky above.

It used to be magnificent, brightly lit, and yellow cloth strips covered with "New Testament", covered with whole stalactites, making it look like a yellow giant stick standing between the sky and the earth.

Behind the yellow prayer stripes are caves with magnificent splendor. As the yellow stripes sway slightly, the soft white light inside the caves shoots around like a lighthouse.

But that was before, and now the Cathedral of the Holy Light is seriously damaged.

The yellow striped cloth has been burned clean by the fire, and the entire stalactite is blackened by the fire, and twisted cracks are cracking everywhere.

In the largest cave at the top of the stalactites, the footsteps of the pope reverberated constantly. Suddenly he stopped, bent down, and picked up a piece of dried fish on the ground that was soaked with blood. .

He put the small fish with the palm of his hand into his mouth and sucked, then spit out the **** dirty saliva in his mouth, and then took the fish and gnawed it dry.

"Well, it's not broken yet, this thing can still be eaten."

The row of cardinals behind him seemed to have long been accustomed to the frugality of the pope, and did nothing.

The Pope continued to walk along the spacious tunnel, and soon they came to a semicircular row, a cave the size of a football field.

The church that should have been magnificent has changed beyond recognition, everything inside has been smashed, whether it is the apocalyptic reliefs on the walls, the glass on the windows, and the chairs for sitting on.

Now that it is a church, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a ruin.

"These deformed monsters are really too much! They must pay the price!!" said a cardinal behind the pope angrily.

But the Pope didn't show anything abnormal on his face, he walked to the window and looked at the fleet around the sea.

"We will leave after repairing the defensive facilities of the church. We must go to the north as soon as possible. It is more important over there now." The pope put the last piece of dried fish in his mouth.

"Yes, Lord Pope!"

"Yes, Lord Pope!"

"Yes, Lord Pope!"

At this moment, the pope suddenly saw something. He grabbed the edge of the window with both hands and poked his head out.

The white light shined through his eyes, and he saw in the dark deep sea, countless deep dives were encircling this side, and the powerful family members sporadically dotted the period.

But these are not the key points. What makes the Pope so nervous is a pair of eyes, a pair of huge abyss eyes that are not longer than ten ships in the deep sea.