bookpower Chapter 939: Goal
Chapter 939: Goal
Chapter 939: Goal
Anna snapped back to reality and waited patiently for Tobba's conjecture.
Tobba opened his mouth to speak, but he vomited a mouthful of milk onto Anna's foot.
Anna's eye twitched at the sticky feeling between her toes. Still, she suppressed her extreme displeasure and crouched down to pat Tobba on the back.
When Tobba finally burped, Anna grabbed him and placed him on a nearby armchair.
"Speak," Anna said.
"Have you taken care of children? You're pretty good at burping a baby."
"I learned it while I was still pregnant with Sparkle, but I never got to use it because Sparkle doesn't really eat anything at the time. Anyway, don't change the subject. Hurry up and talk."
Tobba sat up straight and deliberated on his words for a few seconds before saying, "As I said, I came up with a conjecture based on what you told me, but first of all, can you still remember the year when Charles arrived in the Subterranean Sea?"
Anna scoured her memories, but confusion suffused her face in no time.
She could only remember that Charles had a younger sister and that there were four of them in the family. She could also remember the rough location of his neighborhood.
As for unimportant details, such as the year when Charles had found himself in the Subterranean Sea, her human brain had long forgotten them.
"I forgot, but why are you asking that?"
Tobba raised his hands and interlocked his fingers. He started tapping them on each other before saying, "Just think about it. The gravity in the Subterranean Sea is opposite to that of the surface world.
"Perhaps the flow of time in the Subterranean Sea is completely opposite to that of the surface world as well."
"The moment Charles was thrown into the Subterranean Sea, the time on both sides started moving in opposite directions. For every second you spend here, the Subterranean Sea regresses by one second."
"Of course, time itself is relative. You could say that for every second they experience, we regress by one second. It's the same either way."
"How is that possible? That's... how... can that be..." Anna stammered. Tobba's words had just reminded her of something. Fragmented scenes resurfaced from the deepest recesses of her brain, and she finally noticed the incongruity.
Upon her arrival here, the passers-by were taking photos with flip phones, and Wang Sheng had a keypad phone. However, Charles had brought with him a first-generation smartphone into the Subterranean Sea.
Propellers, gears, pistons, and bearings were constantly being miniaturized, and it was all thanks to the power of Hope Island's technology.
Hope Island was surrounded by airships, cars, trams, and ships. The Subterra Railways were above it as well. Wherever one looked, one would see something mechanical.
The scene unfolding before Sparkle made her feel like she was staring at an animated oil painting.
While Sparkle was observing Hope Island, the men on the island were observing her as well. The fluorescent green cross-shaped pupils beneath her long lashes were so clear and bright; they were like captivating traps.
Sparkle's rose-red silk miniskirt perfectly accentuated her flawless figure. She also had a slender waist and a fair, long neck. Her curves were extremely attractive as well—a mere glance was enough for anyone to feel captivated.
Sparkle's slender and fair legs beneath her skirt looked so delicate that it seemed impossible to take one's eyes off of them.
She was the perfect woman. Many people secretly took out their cameras with a miniature smokestack to take pictures of Sparkle. They all wanted to immortalize the perfect woman before them and appreciate her later.
However, their efforts were bound to be futile. Once they developed the photos, they'd find nothing on them. No one could capture Sparkle's figure unless they had her consent.
The abnormality attracted the attention of Hope Island's District 3, but they had no idea what to do about the woman who had once appeared next to the Governor.
Ten minutes later, Dipp walked slowly to Sparkle's side with his hands in his pockets. He stood next to Sparkle and quietly observed the street before them.
Dipp looked troubled as he scratched the gills on his neck. He wanted to start a conversation, but he could not find a topic.
Finally, Dipp took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one for himself first and turned the cigarette pack to Sparkle, asking, "Wanna smoke?"
Sparkle's long lashes blinked, but she offered no reply and simply gazed at the street before her. She was staring at vehicles shuttling back and forth amidst the busy street.
Having started a conversation, Dipp found it easy to ask what he wanted to know, as he simply had to change the topic. With that in mind, Dipp asked, "How is the Captain doing? Is he doing well?"
Sparkle's eyes moved slightly. "He's doing fine."
"That's great. By the way, do you have any business here today? The First Mate and the others know that you're back, and they're all waiting to hear from me."
Dipp had become a part of Charles' family tree, so he was Sparkle's brother. In other words, Dipp was the best person to ask Sparkle some questions. Lily would actually be more suitable for this task than Dipp, but she was no longer around.