Chapter 373

The Narwhal was again ready to sail.

The mice seemed to feel the loss of their boss, their morale was at the lowest point, their ears drooped and they bit each other's tails, and they climbed onto the deck one by one.

"Mother, don't send it away. You can go back. A telegraph has been newly installed on the ship. Every once in a while, I will send a telegram to report that it is safe." West stood on the pier and said to his mother who was holding his clothes in embarrassment. .

Seeing the other crew members on the deck looking this way, West felt a little ashamed.

"My son, do you really not consider the job of a postman? It's too dangerous to get on a ship." West's mother was still trying to persuade him.

"Mother, it's really nothing. You see, I've been out to sea several times, and I'm still alive and well?"

"Besides, when we come back from the sea this time, we can sell this basement and buy a house closer to the school, so that younger brothers and sisters don't have to run so far to school every day."

The bandage on the deck silently looked at the sailor below who was entangled with his mother, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Envy? Why don't you find a woman and start a family? You don't have to be alone all the time." Feuerbach walked up to him and said.

"No..." Bandage shook his head. "This scene... is somewhat familiar... I seem to have had such... an experience..."

"Man, then you should really take a notebook and write it down. Maybe all kinds of memory fragments can be linked together to remind you of your memory. You can't do this."

Bandage nodded silently, he turned to look at the sailors who were chatting on the deck, and asked slowly, "Captain... Where is it?"

"He entered the captain's cabin as soon as he boarded the boat. Lily's death probably hit him too hard. You must know that the little mouse was closest to him. You see, Tuba doesn't mean to be sad at all. A lunatic is a lunatic."

Tuba on the deck was still laughing and catching mice, but this time there was no mouse to let him, and he just bit it with his teeth when he was in a hurry.

"This time...the pope is coming too...be careful with him..." the bandage finished. He turned his head and walked towards the cockpit.

Listening to the words of the bandage, Feuerbach looked to the other side, the huge ivory white ship that was three times bigger than the Narwhal.

"Yeah... It's really troublesome to go with that guy on this voyage,"

"Woo~~!!" The horn of the Narwhal sounded, and under the watchful eyes of everyone on Hope Island, two ships, one large and one small, slowly left.

In the bright cockpit, the stiff West was nervously touching the steering wheel, and tremblingly listening to the teaching of the chief officer next to him.

Seeing him like that, Di Pu became furious, "Relax, I tell you to relax, what is the hand at the helm holding so tightly for fear that it will grow wings and fly away?"

West turned his head to look at him and was about to speak when he grabbed his chin with his hands and turned back. "Look ahead while steering! Are you looking for death? You're so stupid, Bandage, or I'll be the helmsman, this guy is too stupid."

"Get out, immediately." Following two words from the bandage's mouth, Di Pu who instructed Jiang Jiang immediately shut up, turned around and walked out obediently.

West looked at the bandage next to him with some gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Chief Mate. The bosun made me feel very nervous."

"Look ahead..."

"Oh oh oh."

Under the guidance of the bandage, West quickly learned everything about the helmsman, in fact, what he said. The helmsman is not difficult. After all, it is different from driving. There are no other boats or people in the whole sea. There are no special circumstances, as long as you hold the steering wheel quietly.

This is also why, most of the time, the helmsman is a sailor, and the first mate or the second mate just needs to watch from the side.

West was getting better, and his body was no longer as stiff as before. While staring intently at the distant navigation mark, he asked the bandage, "Mr. Chief Mate, did the captain teach you to steer the helm?"

Bandage, who was looking at the chart, shook his head. "No... I forgot... who taught me... I just... know..."

The first officer's amnesia West also heard about it, so he stopped asking more questions and quietly steered his helm.

Although it's a pity that I didn't become a third-wheeler, the salary of a sailor who can be a helmsman is much higher than that of ordinary sailors, so I should cherish it.

While he was staring intently at the searchlight-illuminated sea ahead, he saw a man come up on the deck. It was the captain. He looked up at the sky without moving.

Charles stared blankly at the extremely high dome above his head, and the outside was the surface, but Charles felt as if he had lost his desire for that place.

Charles felt his hands tremble again. Ever since Lily's death, his hands had always twitched from time to time.

"Bump!!" The back of his hand slammed heavily on the edge of the steel ship twice, but the shaking didn't get any better.

"Oh~!!"

The sudden sound of the siren made Charles see the giant ship of the Illuminati Cult on his left.

At the dark stern of the ship, there are two light spots constantly shaking, that is, someone is holding a luminous stick and waving a semaphore towards this side.

Charles put one hand on the edge of the boat, and stepped on the waves to rush there.

As soon as he boarded the giant ship, Charles immediately discovered that this ship was different from the Narwhal. The crew members were all believers of the Illuminati.

They acted as if they followed some kind of dead set of rules and regulations, and Charles always looked at them as if he were looking at a group of robots.

Led by a sailor, Charles quickly found the Pope. He was eating in the cafeteria, very focused on the beans on the plate in front of him.

Seeing that he ignored him, Charles didn't bother to ask, so he sat down on a stool beside him.

Stuffing the last mung bean into his mouth with a fork, the Pope licked the entire plate clean with his tongue, and after wiping his mouth slowly with a napkin, he finally turned his gaze to Charles.

"Boy. I hear your ship has just been loaded with a telegraph."

"how?"

"I need you to bring the telegram to my ship."

"What do you mean? You guess those people's undercover agents are on my boat?"

"I'm not guessing. I'm sure it will be on your ship. It is very important for them that we find the surface exit, and they will definitely follow."

"Actually, I want to check your crew thoroughly, but I think you will definitely not agree with this method, so I will change it."

"Who are you talking about? And why are they preventing us from finding the surface?"

"Actually, what difference does it make if I say it or not? Since they want to prevent us from going up, then they are our enemies, and our enemies should be eliminated."

After thinking about it for a while, Charles finally agreed to the pope's proposal. Anyway, the telegram was newly installed, and the Narwhal had no telegram before and explored together.

"Just for this?"

"No, there is one more thing. The God of Light asked me to ask you, what did you do when you were on the surface? What was the surrounding environment like?"

The vigilance in Charles' heart was instantly overwhelmed. "Why, your God of Light wants to play with me?"