Inside the Governor's Mansion on Hope Island, Charles looked up at the huge sea chart on the wall in front of him, with transparent tentacles extending from his back, touching the ground and slowly lifting him off the floor.
Charles's body floated towards the destination sea area this time, carefully observing the details of the sea chart.
The island chain given by the Pope was very interesting, with seven islands within a mere hundred square miles—such a density of islands would be astonishingly crowded even in the Earth Sea.
Unless it was an archipelago, individual islands would not be so clustered together.
"They aren't far from each other, maybe I could explore several islands at once, saving time," Charles thought, touching his chin as he pondered the issue.
After a moment of thought, he pointed lightly at an island in front of him.
