Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　Darkness, eternal darkness is everything in front of Charles. Time has passed for some time. Charles thought he could adapt, but he still couldn't adapt.

　　 A soft palm gently held up the back of his head, and the cold iron bowl was brought to his mouth.

　　 Charles smelled a familiar fishy smell. "What kind of medicine is this?"

　　 "Human blood promotes wound healing."

　　 "Drinking blood has this function?"

　　 "Others are useless, but your body can."

　　 Hearing this, Charles opened his mouth and drank directly.

　　 He doesn't know whether it is good or bad, but his body seems to be a little closer to the vampire due to the excessive use of the mirror relic.

　　 "If I become a vampire completely, will my eyes be restored?" An absurd thought appeared in his mind.

　　 Just when Charles was messing around, he felt Linda was removing her bandage and changing her dressing.

　　 When the leg was removed, Charles reached out and squeezed the broken leg that was connected.

　　 After feeling the obvious pain, Charles suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, Linda's craftsmanship is good, and this leg is saved."

　　 He reached out and fumbled towards the bedside table to the left of his body, and a woman's hand brought the folded paper over.

　　 Touching the surface chart with his hand, Charles showed a smile on his face. This is his way home.

　　 It can be known from the doctor's tablet that the Foundation will communicate with the outside world. Since it is written on the surface of the exit, the position of the chart here is definitely not wrong.

　　 "If Anna knew the news, I would be very happy."

　　 "Captain, what do you want to eat? I can do it for you." Linda asked while changing her bandage.

　　 Charles was a little surprised. I had never heard of the Narwhal having sick meals before. "No, what the crew eats, I will do the same."

　　 Then, Charles felt the sound of footsteps walking from his left side to his right side, and suddenly a hand was placed on the base of his thigh.

　　 "Captain, I haven't been ashore for such a long time, is it a little panic? Would you like me to help you solve it?"

　　 The meaning of this cold voice, scared Charles was shaking, "What...what do you mean? Are you interesting to me?"

　　 "No, but if you feel uncomfortable, I want to help you."

　　 "Linda, you... are you okay?" Charles's voice hesitated.

　　 "Of course I'm fine, do I really need it?"

　　 "It's really not necessary, you go to the cockpit to see who is at the helm now, and ask how long it will be to return to Hope Island."

　　 Charles was relieved to hear Linda's footsteps drift away.

　　 Linda is a believer of the Shining God Sect. She can't lie. Since she said she didn't like herself, she definitely wasn't, but how could this woman be a little weird.

　　 After thinking about it quickly, Charles suddenly realized that there was a trace of guilt in her voice just now.

　　 "What is guilt? Did guilt not heal my eyes?"

　　 When he thinks of his eyes, Charles's good mood slowly fades.

　　 He stretched out his hand and slowly drew the bandage in front of his eyes, pressed it gently, and there was nothing in his eye socket.

　　 "The eyes...why are they eyes? Any other position is fine."

　　 "The guys in the prosthetic business should have prosthetic eyes that can see things, right?" Charles's heart became uneasy.

　　 He didn't know the actual technology of those people. He had to know that the eyes were so delicate, and it would be excusable if they couldn't do it.

　　 In this constant thinking, Charles fell asleep faintly, his body needs rest.

　　 The crew seemed to know that Charles couldn't be better in this situation, and they didn't bother him too much.

　　Because he has no eyes, Charles has been living this life day and night. He doesn't know how long time has passed. The only thing he can know is that his injuries are healing quickly.

　　 When he heard the continuous steam horns of the steamboat outside the window, and the lively voices of the pier, he could get out of bed and walk around.

　　 Holding some cold scales on Dip's arm, Charles got off the Narwhal.

　　 He heard the flustered discussion sounding constantly on the left. It was the person who hoped to greet him on the island, and everyone's eyes remained on the blood bandage on Charles's face.

　　 Charles tilted his head slightly in the direction of Dip. "I don't have time to deal with them, take me back to the Governor's Mansion first."

　　 "Hmm!" Dip pointed his gun directly at the feet of the crowd. "Papa!!" "Get away! The captain doesn't want to see you now!!"

　　 The voice of the person is more noisy, but this time the voice is quickly moving away.

　　 drove back to the Governor's Mansion in the car, and Dip helped Charles after a busy meal, with excitement on his ugly face. He felt that he was needed by the captain again.

　　 "Okay, don't worry about it. Go to the cafe on the 1st floor of No. 48, Daoxin District, call the people who are wearing prostheses, and say that I am looking for them."

　　 "Okay! I'll find them right away!!" The excited Dip rushed out like a gust of wind.

　　 Touched the cushion made of tough spider silk under his body. After Charles took a slight breath and then exhaled, he took out the map in his arms and stroked it carefully with his hand.

　　 Suddenly Charles heard a movement at the door, "Who?" He turned his ears over there vigilantly.

　　Who knew that the man came directly in front of Charles and stretched out his hand to pull the bandage off Charles' face directly.

　　 Smell the familiar smell of alcohol, herbs and sweat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A smile appeared on Charles's face. "How? Do you have a cure?"

　　 "Isn't it good before? Why did you suddenly make it like this! Why do you suddenly hurt so much." The doctor's voice was annoyed.

　　 "Who is right about exploring the island? To be honest, it would be good to be able to come back alive this time. By the way, I will tell you a good news. Well, look, this is the map of the surface.

　　 The doctor's tone did not sound a bit happy. He patted the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand. "Oh! Just keep on looking for death! One day you can die before me."

　　 "How can I hurt my eyes!" Another voice exploded at the door. This time the person here surprised Charles. It was the voice of the Pope, and he could hear the extreme anxiety in that voice.

　　 "What did you do? How did you hurt your eyes? What about your eyeballs? What about your eyeballs?" The old voice sounded very grumpy.

　　 "I don't know, I guess I left it on the island."

　　 The pope's roar almost lifted the ceiling. "Throw it on the island! Why don't you get it back! In case there is hope of repairing! Isn't your mind a mess!"

　　 Charles frowned slightly. "I'm glad you can worry about me so much, but do you think this situation is something I want to see?"

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