In the hall of the Governor's Mansion, Charles, with his arms crossed, watched Linda bandaging Deep's wounds as he listened to him recount the detailed events.
Deep's left hand, covered in green scales, was shackled to the couch nearby while a row of Guards held various relics, staring at him intently.
"Captain, that's the situation. I didn't hear the specifics very clearly, but their plan to attack Hope Island is definitely true."
"How many people are in the underwater city you were in before?" Charles asked.
"I don't know, but I estimate there are millions," replied Deep. "My mother told me that there are more than just our clan; I don't know if they will seek out other clans."
"Moreover, most importantly, this time the Clan leaders are also participating; their strength is beyond your imagination."
Charles looked seriously at the sailor chief in front of him, knowing Deep wouldn't lie about this matter.
