Facing Charles's inquiry, the Pope did not respond, "Child, we have already shown our sincerity, now it's our turn to ask you."
Seeing that the Pope did not answer his key question, Charles's mind began to turn, "Even if he doesn't speak, the Pope should have thought of the solution in his mind just now, right? As long as it passed through his mind once, the printer could scan it."
"Charles, speak, what are you thinking about?"
The Pope's words disrupted Charles's thoughts. He pretended to sigh helplessly and randomly scratched his hair. "Ask away."
"What were you doing on Earth's surface before?"
"Nothing much, just an ordinary person. Ordinary eating, ordinary sleeping and schooling, probably would work an ordinary job in the future."
"Oh, it seems your life above wasn't as exciting as it is below," the Pope mused.
"I'd rather not have this excitement; I just want to return..." Charles stopped abruptly and, after a pause, continued, "I just want to go back and see."
