Chapter 844 Interview

A train hanging upside down on the rock formation was heading towards Hope Island at high speed. The window of the second car was open, and the salty sea breeze blew up Margaret's hair that covered half of her face, revealing her beautiful face. The hideous long and narrow scar.

Sitting next to her was her maid, Gina, who turned to look at her young lady. "Governor, I really don't understand, the mage of Yicha Island, why did you send it yourself?"

Margaret looked at the darkness outside the window and didn't seem to hear it. She didn't realize until the maid asked the third time, "Do your own thing well, don't ask so much about some things."

There was a trace of doubt on Gina's face. She always felt that today's Governor is a bit different from the previous Governor, and even the scars on her face seemed softer.

Margaret continued to turn her head to look at the darkness outside, but the darkness didn't last long, and the outside world gradually became brighter.

At the beginning, it was just a little dim red on the sea level, gradually turned into light yellow, bright yellow, and finally turned into the streaks of sunlight shining on the roof of Hope Island.

The tone of the entire diamond-shaped island is green, including those planted crops, as well as the large bright green grass on the roof. Under the strong sunlight, it seems that the green leaves are also shining, and Hope Island is like an emerald gem in the dark.

Faces leaned out of the car window, staring obsessively at the miracle of the Earth Sea in front of them. Many people know Hope Island from other people's mouths.

But when Hope Island really appeared in front of them, they realized how scarce and crude the words used to describe Hope Island were by others.

"Although the island is not as big as He Fang, it's really bright here. I feel much better when I see such a bright place, and the temperature is higher than other places. It would be great if He Fang could do the same." Gina said in her tone Said with envy.

Just as she continued to stare at Hope Island, Margaret suddenly reached out to close the window and pull Hei Bra down.

"My lord governor, what is this?"

"Sunshine is beautiful, but don't forget that it is also deadly. There have never been fewer fools who were killed by the sun because they were too excited."

The windows on the train were quickly closed, and like a giant black snake, it was speeding toward the elevator tower in the center of Hope Island.

With the continuous sound of friction between chains and pulleys, the metal elevator that Margaret and his party were riding on dropped rapidly from the top of the elevator tower.

When the elevator door opened, a group of people in suits and leather shoes were already waiting. "Welcome..to Hope Island. Our allies."

Margaret looked around and frowned slightly, "Isn't it worthwhile for the Governor of Hope Island to visit him?"

"Something happened. It's not convenient for the captain"

Margaret snorted coldly, she turned slightly, and an old man with a white beard and a hood came forward, "You need a mage from Icha Island."

The patriarch of the Gaunt family looked at the bandaged man in front of him with his cloudy eyes, "Where is the person whose memory has been modified? I'll go and see first. Let me say yes first. I can only try. unconfirmed."

"This way, please." The warden of Hope Island stepped forward, gave him a military salute, and then led him to the car next to him.

On the other side, Bandage took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Margaret, "This is the way to identify and modify memories. Take a look. Do you have any on the island?"

Margaret looked a little complicated, and the maid Gina stepped forward and stretched out her hands to accept the few pieces of paper. "So that's true? Anna really left?"

After Bandage glanced at her, he turned and walked towards his car, "The captain is on the boat."

Margaret walked alone on the streets of Hope Island, looking at the completely different streets and scenery in front of her. Compared with He Fang, where most of the buildings were two or three stories high, the buildings on Hope Island were much taller, even among them There is no shortage of supertall buildings with canopies reaching to the top.

Because of the buildings, the island seemed a bit crowded, but the islanders didn't seem to care at all.

Compared with people on other islands, the skin of the islanders on Hope Island is obviously darker. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Margaret feels that compared with her island, the islanders on Hope Island are happier.

The maid said that her mood improved because of the brightness, and Margaret felt that it was because the entire island had not been baptized by the death light.

If 80-90% of the population on the entire island died like He Fang, I am afraid no matter how bright it is, it will not be happy.

Passing by a restaurant, Margaret saw diners staring at the TV behind the glass windows.

Looking at those small boxes with people dancing inside, Margaret had to sigh that the technology of Hope Island was so powerful that even the original British Isle could not match it.

Along the second street, Margaret walked towards the pier while observing the surrounding scenery. She walked very slowly. After walking for three hours, she finally came to the Narwhal.

The ship of the Governor of Hope Island was docked alone in the private pier of the naval camp, and no one stood guard outside, so the ship was docked here alone.

"Touch~!" Margaret stepped on one foot and jumped onto the deck directly on the side railing.

She knew the layout of the Narwhal. When she was kidnapped, she had lived on this ship for a while, and soon she came to the familiar captain's cabin.

Margaret reached out to knock on the door but stopped, her expression seemed a little hesitant.

"Crackling~" The cabin door of the captain's cabin suddenly opened by itself, and the inside was dark and the lights were not turned on.

"What's the matter?" Charles' tired voice came from inside.

Margaret bit her lower lip, rushed in, fumbled to the oil lamp and lit it directly. The swinging candle light illuminated the whole room, and also illuminated Charles who was lying on the bed drinking wine.

His chin was brushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and some new paintings were piled up messily on the drawing board next to him and on the ground.

"Sorry, I can see things in the dark, and I always thought other people could see too."

Margaret stepped forward, squatted on the ground and quickly sorted out the paintings. The contents on the canvas were all kinds of strange things, but most of them were portraits of Anna.

"The departure of a woman can make you so decadent? This is not like Charles, the governor of Hope Island I know." Margaret put the thick drawing paper on the table.

Charles smiled silently. "I don't want to discuss my family affairs with others. What's the matter with you this time? Go find a bandage for the island's affairs."

There was a hint of hesitation in Margaret's eyes, but she immediately became firm as soon as she gritted her teeth. She walked up to Charles and stood up straight.

"Anna is gone, which means that you are alone again. This time, I will not escape or wait any longer!"