"Hurry up, we have no more time to prepare, the Pope will soon bring our past selves here."
Future Charles said to Charles right now, his face displaying a hint of irritation.
But this was understandable, as anyone would grow impatient experiencing the same event three times.
Charles waved his right hand, and the crew followed suit, but this did not include those four individuals.
Observing the dispirited look of the four, Charles frowned slightly and immediately grabbed West by the neck, dragging him along. "Get them all up, we don't have time to waste."
Though with regret, Charles had to do it, otherwise not only those four, but all of them wouldn't be able to return.
Despite their troubled expressions, the other crew members still obeyed; at sea, the captain's command was everything, an iron rule of the ship.
Faced with the imminent fear of death, West started trembling as he began to dictate his last words to Charles.
