Mysteries of the Earthsea

Chapter 273

When Charles returned to the ship with Lily, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning, and the little mouse had fallen asleep in his pocket.

Charles sat alone in his room without a trace of sleepiness, and the words of Anna and Swan echoed in his mind.

"Really, as Swann himself said, there are many people who want his life? The strongest overlord in the North Sea just ended so easily?"

This guess is really unbelievable. Swann’s previous domineering attempt to rule the entire earth and sea has not dissipated, but now it is about to collapse?

The environment of the Earth Sea changed so fast that Charles couldn't react.

He looked through the window at the cooling down British Isles Pier. At this time, all fleets of Hope Island have left the port and floated back to the sea again.

Lily's mouse had already dispersed more than half, as long as the "Rondo" on the other side of the island had any abnormal reaction, whether it was running or fleeing, it was enough to react.

Now that Swann has completely torn his face, Charles has no hope for the submarine, and he is now more worried about Anna.

The last thing she had to say also made Charles very puzzled. How did she know the monster in the water?

Charles sat in his room, thinking about these questions, and waited until the pier became noisy again, he still didn't fully understand.

With faint dark circles under his eyes, Charles gathered all the management of the fleet and issued new orders as Governor of Hope Island.

The entire fleet stopped on the edge of the British Isles to wait and see the changes.

Charles did this for Anna's sake. Although the woman said it lightly, in case something happened to her, he could help.

Of course, if Swann’s empire is really crumbling, he doesn’t mind pushing it behind.

That guy tied him up and put a gun against his head. Charles didn't forget that.

Perhaps feeling that Charles was in a different mood, the expressions of the other crew members on the ship immediately became serious. A faint murderous air was rising above the fleet.

However, in the face of Charles's somewhat stressful reaction, the British Isles' navy didn't seem to see half of it, not even a reconnaissance ship was sent over.

Soon, Charles unexpected visitors appeared in front of him.

"Governor Charles, why don't you park the boat at the dock and let the sea float? Doesn't this consume fuel?"

The three ship designers with the drawings in their hands asked with doubts on their faces.

Charles took a closer look and found that they were really the designers he had seen in the dock before, and pushed back the revolver inside the sleeve. "Why are you here?"

The leading designer with frameless eyes was taken aback when he heard this. "Your Excellency, didn't you say that a special ship needs to be customized? We have found the collective drawings and the structural drawings."

Charles' gaze slowly swept across their faces, "Your governor... hasn't any special orders?"

"What's the order? Oh, you can rest assured that designing ships is our life's work, even if Governor Swann does not speak, as long as it is the next order of our dock, we will do everything we can to do it. This is our must Professional ethics."

Hearing these calls, Charles was a little confused. He didn't know what Swan was doing.

Capture yourself and offend yourself completely, and now let the people at the dock continue to build ships for themselves? Does this guy have schizophrenia?

"Your Excellency, this is the blueprint. Please have a look. I thought it was impossible to build the kind of ship in the sea that you said. But after looking through the archives, I found that just 30 years ago, it was also artificial. The same strange ship."

The yellowed drawings were spread out in front of Charles, on which were drawings of the inside and outside of a submarine.

Passing his hand across the drawings of those years, Charles put his chin on his hand and thought about the problem.

He wanted the submarine to find the 319 relics to decipher the information left in his mind. What did the man 30 years ago ask for a submarine to search for in the sea?

Seeing Charles stunned in place, several designers looked at each other for a few days, and finally the designer with rimless glasses said: "The design 30 years ago was very backward. We can Improve on the basis and rebuild a new ship with stronger power and larger weapon systems."

At this time, Charles could no longer think about what the **** Swan was doing. The submarine was in front of him.

"How long will it take to rebuild one?"

“The drawings are ready-made. If it’s just a small ship, it will take at least 4 months to build the parts and then assemble it. The surface ship is assembled very quickly, up to two months.”

"Then what if you use your fastest speed? There is absolutely no problem with the payment."

"If you let people from other docks help, it will definitely be much faster, but in this case, all the shipyard parts factories will be forced to shut down. This is obviously impossible. The Navy will not let us do this. The second half of the year The schedules of all shipyards are very full."

After thinking about it for a moment, Charles raised his head and said to them, "You do it first, and I will call you the deposit. I will discuss how many shipyards can be made available to assist with you, and I will discuss with your governor."

Seeing the back of the three people leaving, Charles' steel fingers kept tapping on the table.

"Lily, have your friends found anything?"

"No, nothing has been found on the island, but they say the atmosphere on the island is weird."

"Send all the rats out, I need any movement of the entire island."

"Ok!"

Charles' eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed that there was going to be a good show on the Isle of England. Perhaps he could also take part in it and get what he wanted.

"Half a year? I can't wait for that long~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If I end this stage play, I can also assist Anna from the side, killing two birds with one stone."

A little bit of time passed, the islanders of British Isles did not have any abnormalities, but things will always happen.

Just half a month after Charles arrived on the British Isles. A thick black smoke began to rise from the center of the island.

When everyone did not react, the black smoke shrank and expanded. A dark orange mushroom cloud appeared in the center of the island instantly.

After a short second, deafening explosions carried shock waves tormenting the island.

The sound was so loud that Charles, who was looking over there with the binoculars, pierced his ears.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Charles's mouth rose slightly, "It looks like a good show is about to be staged."

Not long after the explosion sounded, gunfire and gun riots began to continue. During this period, the black smoke in the chimney of the factory was extinguished, but new black smoke emerged from the islanders’ residential area.

(End of this chapter)