On the sunny Hope Island, Charles, bare-chested, sat in a grass hut on a small hillside, closely examining the map of Hope Island that had been surveyed before him.
"This area can be planned as a residential area, and this one as a port area. This land is quite flat and suitable for planting food. However, the rye grass of Earth Sea definitely cannot block this intense sunlight; we must find suitable crops."
For Charles, drawing was a piece of cake. He swiftly completed the planning of the entire island. Normally, professional planners should do the planning of the island, but unfortunately, there were none on the island, so Charles reluctantly took it upon himself.
It had been a month since he sent out the photos, and with nothing else to do, Charles started doing the work of the Governor of the island.
