When the Narwhal slowly sailed into the outpost, everyone was stunned. Of the five exploration ships that had set out, only one returned. What on earth had they gone through? Weren't they supposed to be negotiating with the Foundation? How did things end up like this?
However, when Charles announced that he had reached a cooperation agreement with the Foundation, everyone's faces lit up with joy, and they quickly cast the deaths of the crew members to the back of their minds. Though it was regrettable that people had died, the predicament of the living was now more important than that of the dead.
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Soon, inside a spacious tent, another Abyss-Sea council convened, and Charles once again saw the faces of all the Governors from Earth's surface. But compared to before, their numbers had dwindled. If there had once been more than one hundred Governors, now there were just over a hundred.
