Mysteries of the Earthsea

The person who spoke with a face full of face, with a big golden beard in his left hand, stood up calmly.

　　 "Bump!" Charles slammed the prosthesis on the table, making no secret of his eyes, looking at him provocatively. "I don't like people standing talking to me, please sit back."

　　 The golden hook's eyes were round, the beard on his mouth trembled, and the atmosphere in the cabin became a little nervous.

　　 But Charles didn't mean to constrain at all. He still looked at him provocatively. He was deliberate, and he must take this opportunity to determine his control in the fleet.

　　 Charles is now the commander of the fleet in name, but the other captains are still his employers.

　　 Charles does not want to be their employer, but to completely lead the entire fleet. Employers will only be abandoned by these guys at the critical moment of life and death.

　　Only by becoming their actual controllers, these captains can be his real help, otherwise he would rather not have these help.

　　 This is the same as choosing the lion king among lions. Humans are actually very similar to animals.

　　 Ke De, with two dark circles next to him, knew what Charles was doing, and as an ally, he didn't want to start dragging Charles's back at this time.

　　 "You don't like others standing and talking? Then I am the person who dislikes sitting and talking to others!" Jin Hook walked up to Charles and looked at him condescendingly.

"Charles, right? I've heard of you and heard that you have explored many islands, but as a senior, I have to remind you that I asked you to command the fleet before, but I am too lazy to argue. After all, the employer is what it is, but if you are think--"

　　 Just as he spoke with disdain, he saw the black weird pattern on Charles' collar.

　　 The previous look of disdain changed instantly, as if he saw something very scary, his tall body shook suddenly, and he retreated panic and sat down on his stool.

　　 "Report... Report to Captain Charles that the fresh water thing smells easily. My boat is filled with light mushroom wine and there is a water tank. Those things did not cause any damage to my boat. Regarding the crew..."

　　 Listening to the report of this golden hook, not only the other captains were very surprised, even Kede was the same.

　　 They all thought they were about to fight, but in the end, this guy actually retreated so sullenly?

　　 Listening to Golden Hook's words, Charles began to write on the notebook.

　　 He didn't know why this guy suddenly gave in, but his goal has been achieved.

　　 After recording the information, Charl immediately looked at a depressed youth next to him. "The next one is you, right."

　　 Facing Charles's aggressive eyes, the man subconsciously avoided, reporting in a soft voice.

　　 Picked out the front thorns, and the latter things are much easier to handle. He recorded various data on the sixteen ships excluding the Narwhal.

　　 "Amig, you have the most fresh water on board, so allocate some of your fresh water to Monzi."

　　 Although the captain named by Charles looked a little ugly, he nodded and agreed.

　　 "Very well, it's okay. Everyone should go back. Be vigilant at any time. I hope to see everyone go back alive."

　　All the captains left, but Feuerbach did not leave. He smiled and said: "Mr. Char, don't worry, if they have anything unusual, I will be the first to report to you."

　　 Charles sneered at the green-haired guy next to him. "Are you familiar with them? Why do they have anomalies, can you know it right away?"

"Hehe, I like to make friends. My father told me that when there is one more friend in the world, there is one less enemy. During this time, I have become familiar with them, but you can rest assured, No matter how familiar you are, then I will be on your side." Feuerbach explained naturally.

　　 Charles stared at him. "Are you really just exploring an island? Your strength is good. In the previous crisis, I remember that your ship seemed to have rescued itself."

　　 "Hahaha, good luck, good luck. By the way, Mr. Charles, when I just swam over, I saw that the bottom of your boat was a little broken. I happened to have a very skilled ship repairer. Do you want to—"

　　 "No need, my crew can solve a little problem by themselves." Charles rebuffed hard.

　　 As if feeling Charles' vigilance, Feuerba was no longer talking, bending over and saluting him with a smile, turning to the side.

　　 This incident passed quickly. The fleet continued to set off, but some changes were discovered in the fleet.

　　 Since that incident, the ships used to be scattered and separated, and began to line up behind the Narwhal spontaneously.

　　 And between the ship, I don’t know when a rumor began to spread, that the captain named Charles is a great figure in Fatanism.

　　 The fleet formed by the Shining God Cult and the Fatan Cult, if you don't want to be sacrificed, you should obey the command.

　　 Charles didn't care much about these gossips that were good for him, he cared more about the guy named Feuerbach.

　　 This guy was a bit too much, and ran to his own boat every three to five to show his courtesy, and sent all kinds of reports from other boats to him.

It was another morning~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A note was sent to Char’s desk, and an underwater monster was touched on the boat with Kede written on it yesterday, although it was solved in time by them. However, a believer of the Shining God Sect still lost his arm.

　　 "Mr. Charles, does he like you? Why write to you?" said Lily, who was holding a broken biscuit in her paw.

　　 Charles, who was writing, stopped and looked at his gunner weirdly. "Why do you have this idea? Who did you learn from?"

　　 "I secretly went to watch the drama in the theater, that's how they performed it."

　　 Charles flicked his finger on the white mouse's head. "If you eat biscuits, go to the cafeteria and don't get the crumbs everywhere."

　　 He doesn't think this guy is so boring. This guy should have other purposes, but at present, this guy is not too unusual.

　　 "I don't eat biscuits, I just use it to grind my teeth, otherwise the teeth will grow long."

　　 Lily opened her mouth to Charles, revealing her white front teeth as big as grains of rice.

　　 Ignoring the gunner’s actions, Charles took out the chart and began to calculate the remaining route.

　　 As the distance to the supply island is getting closer. Not being nervous is false, but he can't express this nervousness. If he panics, the crew will only panic even more.

　　 Charles's thumb and index finger are marked on the chart, one is in front of the fleet and the other is in the light place, Charles's eyes are firm. "wait for me."