Chapter 284 Things

"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, Yi Lianna's eyes were full of excitement, and she looked around excitedly.

Bedroom, hall, bathroom and kitchen, she seems to have returned to the time when her husband was alive.

Don't expect a single man's room to be very tidy, and Elena immediately bent over to tidy it up.

"Mother, don't worry, you're all hungry. I'll take you to the restaurant first." Putting down everything in his hands, West walked outside with his relatives.

"West, there is a kitchen here, why don't I go buy some ingredients to eat at home, it's cheaper." Poverty made Elena instinctively choose a better solution.

"It's okay, mother, just today." Wester pulled his mother out of the basement.

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

Facing the strange gazes from all around, West didn't have any stage fright, and directly led them to sit down. He is rich now.

Facing the menu delivered, he directly ordered the most expensive ones, even though he hadn't eaten them much.

Soon the white and tender tail meat of the lobster dissipated their restlessness.

This is a raw food, with black ants hanging on it, and then poured with Hope Island's unique lemon juice, the appearance full of appetite makes the four people's saliva start to secrete.

The formic acid of the ants and the sourness of the lemon, the two sournesses are mixed, which makes the slightly twitching taste of fresh shrimp even better.

This was just the first dish, and dishes that had never been seen before were served one after another.

Most of them are newly created foods from Hope Island. The current 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 delicious.

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

"Brother, look, there are transparent spiders moving in this pudding! It's so fun!"

After touching her head with his hand, West raised his hand and called the waiter to pay the bill, only to be told that someone had already taken the bill for him.

Looking at the waiter's hand, West saw that on the table in the distance, Planck, the fat chef of the Narwhal, was waving a fork at him.

"The food in this restaurant is good, and I hope to open a restaurant like this one day." Plank said to West who came over with a smile.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to a drink another day. My family just came here, and I need to be with them." West was stopped by Plank just as he was about to go back after speaking.

"The captain is back, you know?"

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

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

A look of embarrassment flashed across West's face. All his money was used to buy a house, so how could he have any money to buy relics.

"Then you bought it?" West asked.

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

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

In the Governor's Mansion of Hope Island, Charles leaned on a black leather armchair and looked at the two people on the left and the right in front of him.

One is Cardinal Hu En of the Light God Religion, 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 happened."

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat oppressive, as if even the air was frightened by Charles' words just now.

"Then you mean to say that the Pope was killed by the evil god summoned by Swan?"

Charles looked at Hu En and said nothing, of course the meaning is self-evident. Since he has not come back now, death is also a high probability.

"Absolutely impossible! His Excellency the Pope is God's Chosen!! He is the only one who possesses the power of the God of Light! It is absolutely impossible for the evil god in the mere water to hurt him!" There was a trace of panic in Hu En's anger, It felt like a belief was about to collapse.

Is the God of Light powerful, or the so-called Reveler? Charles didn't know.

However, the other party's feaster came out in real body, and the pope was just chosen by God. In this comparison, the pope's death is also reasonable. Although I don't know why he didn't run.

"Your Excellency." George, the mustache from the Explorers' Association next to him, stood up with a serious expression on his face.

"If it is true as you said, then this will be a major event that concerns the lives of all human beings in the sea! I must report to the president immediately! Please forgive me for being rude." After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

Seeing the other party leave, Hu En of the Light God Sect stood up and wanted to leave too. He muttered that he wanted to go to the Sanctuary and ask the Light God himself.

Charles didn't bother to talk about it. The broken fireball was hanging in the sky all day long, and he would never get anything out of it.

Charles stood up and walked towards the bedroom. He was blocked by these two people as soon as he landed. He was a little tired and wanted to take a nap and rest.

But before he reached the bedroom, Feuerbach brought an old man in front of him.

The second mate of the Narwhal said helplessly, "Captain, don't look at me like that, I don't want to, but those ship repairers are arguing again."

Charles, the old man next to Feuerbach, knew him. He was one of the first designers with rimless eyes.

Charles turned his head and looked at him, "Couldn't it be possible that so many of you can't even build a submarine? There were blueprints in the British Isles before."

The old man with eyes stepped forward, "It doesn't matter if the drawing is missing, I can even draw it again. But the British Isle is not the same as your island at all."

"Our British Isle has a mature industrial chain. What do you have here? Some accessories in the shipyard are still imported from our British Isle!"

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

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

"Stop, stop." Charles interrupted him. Point your finger in the direction of the pier.

"I don't have any of the things you want, and there are only so many materials at the dock. Find a way to get me a submarine. As I said, you can only go back when the submarine is built, or you will live here for the rest of your life."