Looking at the burning excitement in their eyes, Charles immediately guessed their purpose.
"You want to talk to me about this at a time like this?" Charles frowned slightly.
How was it that in such a critical moment, they still had time to discuss the ownership of the Living Island?
Feierbahah smiled and leaned in toward Charles, saying, "Everyone knows this fleet is under your command, and the sea chart is yours and Kede's, so of course the Governor of this island should be you. But all of us have risked our lives to help—surely we've earned the right to pledge our allegiance?"
The captains behind nodded vigorously, echoing together.
When they saw that a simple straw shelter could withstand the deadly sunlight, they immediately grew restless—anyone but a blind man could see how rich this island was.
If it could be inhabited and had fresh water, it was a Living Island.
