At this moment, Charles had already reached the bottom of the elevator shaft. As soon as he arrived at this noisy place, he was stopped by a teenager at the elevator entrance beside him, holding a jar filled with liquid. "Honorable Governor, I was just about to find you. Is this what you were looking for?"
Charles's spirit instantly lifted upon hearing this. He quickly reached out and took the jar, gently shaking it, revealing a half-rounded skull faintly visible within the brown liquid mixed with ice shards.
The wax-sealed bottle cap was pried open, and just as the teenager was about to ask if there was any way to verify its authenticity, he saw the Governor of Hope Island extend an iron hand to fish out the skull and rub it twice before putting it on his head.
After closing his eyes to feel it, Charles, looking disappointed, took the skull off. "No, it's too big. This skull isn't mine. Where did you find this?"
