Mysteries of the Earthsea

Chapter 284

"We will live here in the future. Although it is a bit small, don't worry, I will grow up in two years at most." West took his family into the three-bedroom room.

His residence is in the basement next to the port area. Because it is underground, it is a bit humid, but the price is very favorable.

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

In the bedroom, the hall, plus the bathroom and kitchen, she seemed to be back when her husband was alive.

Don't expect how tidy the single man's room is, Irina immediately began to bend over to clean it up.

"Mother, don't worry, you are all hungry, I will take you to the restaurant first." Putting everything down, West took his relatives and walked outside.

"West, there is a kitchen here, or I will buy some ingredients to eat at home, so that it is cheaper." Poverty made Elena instinctively choose a better solution.

"It's okay, mother, just today." Vestra walked out of the basement with his mother.

A family of four walked into a well-decorated restaurant with patched clothes, which made them instinctively shrink back.

Facing the gazes from all around, West did not have any stage fright, and directly took them to sit down. He is rich now.

Faced with the menu delivered, he directly asked the most expensive ones, even if he hadn't eaten them much.

Soon the white and tender tail of the lobsters dissipated their restlessness.

This is a raw food, with black ants hanging on it, and then drizzled with the lemon juice unique to Hope Island, the four people began to secrete water continuously.

The formic acid of ants and the sourness of lemon, the two sour tastes are mixed, and the slightly twitching fresh shrimp meat tastes up to the next level.

This was only the first dish, and the dishes that I hadn't seen in the back were continuously delivered.

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

No matter what the ingredients are, it tastes very delicious.

When the last translucent green pudding was served as dessert, the lunch was finally over.

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

West touched her head with his hand, then raised his hand to call the waiter to check out, only to be told that someone had already taken the bill for him.

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

"The food in this store is good. I hope that one day I can open the same restaurant." Planck said with a smile to West who came by.

"Thank you, I will invite you to drink another day. My family has just arrived, and I need to accompany them." Wester said that he was about to go back and was taken in by Plankla.

"The captain is back, do you know?"

"Of course I know, I saw him just now."

"I think the next task will be much more difficult than before. I advise you to buy a life-saving relic with your previous salary. Although that thing is dangerous, it can save lives at critical moments."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across West's face, and all his money was used to buy the house.

"Then you bought it?" West asked.

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

"Okay, I'll consider it." West left the restaurant with his family. ——————————————————

In the Governor's Mansion of Hope Island, Charles leaned on the black leather armchair and looked at the two people on the left and right in front of him. They represented the Bright God Sect and the Explorers Association.

One is Cardinal Huen of the Illuminati Church, and the other is George, the head of the Hope Island Explorers Association.

"That's what happened. I know it's hard to believe, but it did happen."

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

"Then you mean, Lord Pope was killed by the evil **** summoned by Swann?"

Charles watched Hu En not speaking, of course, the meaning is self-evident, since he has not returned now, then death is also a high probability.

"Absolutely impossible! The Pope is the Chosen! He is the only one who possesses the power of the God of Light! The evil **** in the mere waters is absolutely impossible to harm him!" Hu En's face was filled with anger with a trace of panic. It seems that there is a feeling that faith is about to collapse.

The **** of light is powerful, or is the so-called feaster powerful? Charles didn't know.

But the other party's feaster came out in real form, and the pope was just the chosen one. In such a comparison, the death of the pope is also reasonable. Although I don't know why he didn't run.

"Master Governor." George, a mustache from the Explorers Association nearby, stood up, his expression very solemn.

"If you really do what you said, then this will be a major event related to human life in the entire ocean! I must report it to the president immediately! Please tell me it's rude." He left in a hurry after he said it.

Seeing the other party leaving, Hu En of the God Sect of Light stood up and left. He mumbled about going to the sanctuary and asked the God of Light personally.

Charles didn't bother to take care of it either. The fire-breaking ball hung in the sky all day long, asking it to ask for nothing.

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

But before he could get to the bedroom, Feuerbach led an old man in front of him.

The second mate of the Narwhal said helplessly 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.

The old man Charles next to Feuerbach knew him, and he was one of the first designers he met before, with rimless eyes.

Charles turned his head to look at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Can you so many people not even build a submarine? There were drawings in the British Isles before. "

The old man with eyes stepped forward, "It doesn't matter if the drawing is not, I can even redraw it. But the British Isles are not the same thing as yours.

"Our British Isles has a mature industrial chain, what do you have here? Some accessories in the shipyard are still purchased from our British Isles!"

Charles rubbed his swollen forehead. "Then how can you build a submarine?"

"I need 100 workers in related professions and 40 supporting manufacturers, including special steel plates, propellers, anechoic tiles and sonar. I also need..."

"Stop." Charles interrupted him. Point your finger in the direction of the dock.

"I don't have the things you want. There are so many materials for the dock. I think I can get a submarine out of it. I said that you can only go back if the submarine is built, or you just live here for the rest of your life."

(End of this chapter)