Chapter 374 Dialogue

"What? Your god wants to play with me??"

The Pope shook his head with a smile, and said to Charles, "Of course not, what I mean is——"

Charles suddenly blocked it with his hand. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then stood up and walked out. "I'm not free today. At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, you come to my boat and we can have a good chat."

"Ah~ why do you—" Before the Pope could finish speaking, Charles rushed out.

The other party's words made him vigilant. The Pope seemed to be spying on the situation on the surface, so he couldn't just answer him like that. You have to find a way to deal with it.

God knows what the Pope and the God of Light behind him are planning. If their attempt is to invade the surface, then he would rather not go back.

However, just as the pope spoke, he suddenly thought of a solution.

Stepping on the swaying waves, Charles quickly rushed back to the Narwhal, tugged hard on the extended rope, and he was already back on the deck.

Pushing away the crew members who were about to clean the deck, Charles quickly rushed towards the captain's cabin.

With a "click", the door opened, and various portraits of the captain's room were scattered all over the floor. All of them were Lily, some in the form of a mouse, and some in the form of a human. Lily smiled happily.

Looking at these portraits, the faint excitement on Charles' face slowly faded.

He bent down, picked up these portraits with trembling hands, and placed them carefully on the table.

After finishing all this, Charles grabbed the bottomed wine bottle on the table and poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, then stuck his head under the bed to search quickly.

Soon, a dusty bronze old-fashioned printer appeared in front of Charles. This thing was the mind printer he had found at the bottom of the sea before.

I used it once before and didn't use it much, and I have been staying here to eat ashes.

In the next second, the printer started to move, and a piece of paper was quickly printed out.

"With this thing, you can know whether the Pope is telling the truth or a lie, and also know what the other party's purpose is." Charles's thoughts were written on the paper.

After a quick look, Charles finally decided to put the printer back under the bed.

No other place is suitable, only this place can be put down.

Lying on his bed, Charles pondered over the questions that the Pope would definitely ask tomorrow, as well as the questions he wanted to ask.

This is an opportunity, an excellent opportunity to find out the details of the other party.

Time passed quickly, and the pope arrived the next day as scheduled, but his face looked a bit in a bad mood. "Why do you have to come here? Is there any difference?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, sit down, ask what you want to ask, I will patrol the ship later." Charles, who occupied the only stool, pointed to the single bed next to him.

"I believe you came from the surface, and the great God of Light also believes it, so I want to ask about the specific situation above." The Pope sat on the bed and said to Charles.

Although the Pope only asked a simple question, it revealed a lot of information.

First of all, the other party does not know the specific situation on the surface, either it came down a long time ago, or it has never been up.

But judging from the other party's knowledge of dismantling the computer memory, the second possibility is the most likely.

"Who is your god?" Charles asked the question he had prepared.

"God is God, and you didn't answer our questions."

"I can tell you, information exchange, I will tell you as much as you tell me, what is the origin of your god? I don't think he is a god in the sea, right?"

The Pope showed a contemptuous expression on his face, "Don't compare those things in the sea with our great God of Light. They are unclean and filthy. Comparing with them is simply slandering our God."

"Then tell me the origin of your gods, don't fool me with some omniscient and omnipotent creation gods, and be more realistic."

After the pope smiled complacently, he said slowly, "You should have faith on the surface, right? What is the God of Light? It's very simple. The God of Light is the God you talk about on the surface, the real God."

Charles smiled coldly in his heart. "Such a powerful god. Then who sealed it?"

When Charles asked this question, the Pope was a little indignant. "Some things in the sea are conspiring with guys from other places. They sealed my god before the birth of our god."

"When the gods were born? Some things in the sea, and conspiring with guys from other places?" Charles carefully pondered the meaning of this sentence.

First of all, the God of Light was born in Earthsea, which made Charles confirm his previous conjecture that the other party had never been there.

Secondly, the God of Light is stronger than ordinary gods, and he is full of threats to the gods. Otherwise, those gods would not join hands for no reason to seal the God of Light.

Charles tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, and after a long time, he raised his head to look at the Pope.

"Is your god related to Shuguang No. 1?"

"Dawn No. 1?? That's just an activated nuclear fusion power station. He is not worthy to be compared with the God of Light. Of course, it has been converted into a believer of the God of Light by us now, so it is our brothers and sisters." one."

Charles' pupils shrank suddenly, and the other party knew more about the surface than he imagined.

"Perhaps our god will be somewhat similar to it in appearance, but a god is a god, and it can create all things with one thought, and destroy the world with one thought."

Charles stared at him blankly, not knowing what expression to use to treat him for a moment.

"Son, you don't believe it again, do you?"

"No, I believe it, you go on."

"Isn't it very simple for such a powerful existence to revive a little mouse?" The Pope finished speaking slowly, and leaned closer to Charles with a smile.

Glancing at the bed board under the pope's buttocks, Charles' heart skipped a beat.

Charles was worried, and he continued to ask for more details. "Is your god better than the Fortan god?"

"What's the problem? How does this have anything to do with that octopus?" The Pope had a strange look on his face.

"Lily was drowned by me before, and her soul belongs to God Fortan. If your god can't even compare with God Fortan, I'm afraid you won't be able to resurrect her."

The pope shook his head. "The octopus has been sleeping for a long time. It is incomparable. Maybe the mouse's soul belongs to Ftan, but God will always have a solution for such a small problem."

"What way?" Charles' voice became louder, his eyes fixed on the Pope.