Chapter 401: The Past

Chapter 401: The Past

Charles and Elizabeth watched as the boy ran back under the sun with his umbrella up high. The boy proceeded to dump the contents of the small bucket in his hand onto the banana tree before him.

The boy then took out a small rag that he had squeezed between his armpits and tiptoed to wipe the leaves of the banana tree carefully. He wasn't exactly doing a great job, but he was careful not to harm the leaves.

Charles' keen hearing picked up the boy's muttering as he wiped the banana tree leaves.

"Grow up big and quickly. The bananas you'll produce once you've grown up are all mine, okay? No one else is allowed to take away the bananas that you will produce.

"I'll bring manure for you every day. My poop will be yours, too.

"Remember, I planted you, so your bananas are mine. I even carved my name on your trunk."

Charles suddenly felt his ear grow warm as a magnetic, tantalizing voice pierced it.

"A cute sight, isn't it? Kids can be noisy at times, but they can be pretty adorable, too. What do you think? Do you want one?"

Elizabeth's words reminded Charles of Sparkle, and he couldn't help but chuckle, replying, "I'm afraid my child will not be like that boy."

Dissatisfaction fleeted across Elizabeth's eyes as she made a sidelong glance at the boy in the distance and muttered, "He's just like me when I was young."

"Really?" Charles said, turning to Elizabeth. "What were you like when you were young?"

Elizabeth lazily stretched her towering figure, allowing Charles a complete view of her gorgeous, seemingly flawless figure.

"I was a tyrant of one of Coral Archipelago's harbor districts. I remember being around 1.8 meters tall when I was just 10 years old. I was so tall and strong that none of the kids from the other districts could defeat me."

Charles revealed an amused smile. It was his first time hearing Elizabeth talk about her past.

"Can you tell me more about your past? I'm talking about what you've experienced before we met," Charles asked.

"My hair has never really looked curly enough for me. This is really great. I'm surprised to know that the hair salon on this island actually offers such a service," Elizabeth said while staring at the hairdresser's reflection in the mirror.

"I appreciate the kind words, Miss. The coating I'm using on your hair is actually unique to Hope Island. It's a liquid often used as a dyeing agent for photos, but my teacher discovered that it can be used as a hair-curling solution as well.

"It's actually better than what we've been using before, which is sugar water and a few other raw materials."

Charles' nose twitched upon getting a whiff of the burnt hair in the air. Then, he sat down and picked up a newspaper to read. I think I got a bit too worried. It seems that those capable of making a livelihood out of the sea have long become indifferent to such emotions. Elizabeth's recovery couldn't have been even faster.

A certain page in the newspaper caught Charles' eyes.

The operational halt at the docks has caused massive losses to manual laborers and porters making a livelihood off of the docks. Two robbery cases have already been recorded in the harbor district. Four criminals have been arrested in relation to the robbery cases, and the victims were deemed emotionally stable.

Shocking news! The brain-eating phantom has reappeared! Our famous Hope Island coupleMr. Rolf and Ms. Annehave unfortunately fallen victim and passed away. We urge islanders to refrain from going out too frequently these days.

Charles looked up just then, sensing a gaze directed toward him from outside. He saw several police cars passing by the hair salon. The unique emblem of Hope Island's Police Departmentthree arrows pointing inward painted with a unique black paintwas on the cars, telling Charles that they were definitely police cars.

"Boss, you can come out now. The Governor didn't see you," Aliya said to Dipp curled up just in front of the car seat.

Dipp quickly straightened himself and got back in his seat. He sighed lightly and said, "How come the Captain is here on Second Street? He wasn't supposed to be here."

"Why are you even hiding from him?

"I'm suspecting that he already knows that I've fused with a relic. He's definitely going to scold me once he sees me, and he might even outright ban me from boarding the Narwhale!" Dipp replied. Then, he stuck his head out of the car window and stared at the hair salon.

Seeing that Charles hadn't come out of the hair salon, Dipp sat upright once more and sighed in relief.

"Boss, who was that woman with the Governor?" Aliya asked before lighting a cigarette and taking a gentle puff of it.

"She's the Governor of Elizarles Shores, and she has an ambiguous relationship with the Captain. Anyway, stop prying. How much longer till we arrive on the scene? Pick up the pace, will you? Also, I heard that the victims this time are the famous theater couple of Hope Island. Is it true?"