Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　 On a flat piece of land on Hope Island, a dark crew member stood silently in front of the coffin placed in the pit.

　　 Both new and old crew members are here, each of them holding a white flower in their hands.

　　 Kernona’s Frey, who hadn’t been seen in front of Charles for a long time, also came, with their heads down and their faces sad.

　　 But even if they come together, the entire funeral is very small, with only more than twenty people in full play.

　　 When the doctor was alive, he specifically explained that he did not like too many insignificant people at his funeral.

　　 At this time, Feuerbach in a black dress, holding a piece of paper in his hand, read the sacrificial text solemnly.

"During the time when Mr. Rasto Hermann was on the ship, he was always the most responsible. He was dedicated to repairing our mental trauma and freeing us from illness. The completion of these tasks is It's very arduous and onerous, but our ship doctor always has a way to do it."

　　 "Mr. Rastow Hermann showed real generosity and kindness under pressure. Perhaps, he expressed a deeper level of benevolent tolerance. He has firm beliefs and good wishes..."

　　 Black-haired Lily was holding the white flower in Charles's hand, her eyes were red crying, so that in the end she got her little head into her fingers, not looking again.

　　 Charles listened to this section of the sacrificial text blankly, his mouth was tightly pressed, all of this developed so fast that he did not react at all.

　　 He felt that he knew too little about the crew that he got along with each other day and night.

　　 Slowly, Feuerbach’s ritual is still nearing its end.

　　 "As a companion who has experienced various adventures with him, today, let us make such a rich contribution here, express our deep gratitude~"

　　 All the crew members silently stepped forward one by one, threw the flowers in their hands onto the coffin board, and soon it was Charles' turn.

　　 He pushed away the Dip who was trying to support him, using the transparent tentacles as a guide cane, strode to the doctor's coffin, and dropped their own flowers with Lily.

　　 At this time, Lily could no longer collapse, and opened her mouth to cry.

　　 James cast a wink at Dip, and the two of them took the shovel in silence and started filling the pit.

　　 "Woo~!!!" A loud whistle sounded from the pier in the distance. It was the sound of the Narwhal.

　　 The funeral ended in a faintly sad atmosphere. The crew dispersed around and Charles returned to the Governor's Mansion.

　　 pushed away the butler who came up to support him, Charles came to his bedroom with a familiarity, sat on the bed without saying a word, and kept touching Lily's hair with his hands.

　　 Feeling Charles' touch, Lily raised her head tearfully and looked down at Charles.

　　 "Mr. Charles, do you have to die when you get old?"

　　 Charles' response was a little melancholy, "Yes, we are like this, we are old and dying."

　　 "Mr. Charles, I'm afraid..."

　　 Just as Charles was about to comfort Lily, the bedroom door knocked. "Governor Charles, the pope is asking you to go, it's about your eyes."

　　 "It's just this time..." The depressed Charles took a deep breath, put Lily on the pillow next to him, and raised his foot to greet him.

　　 Looking at the back of Charles leaving, Lily with red eyes jumped off the bed and came under her own bed.

　　Beside the brightly colored little house, there are some books.

　　 Lily pulled out the top one and opened it with her small paw. The information recorded on it appeared in front of the little mouse.

　　"Name: Mouse.

　　 Distribution area: sewer, toilet, kitchen, field, grass, eaves, etc.

　　Reproduction rate: 40 days to conceive

　　Common colors: gray, white, black

　　 Lily gently scratched her leg with her hand, and the black hair was easily pulled off, revealing the loose skin underneath.

　　 Her tears dripped down the fur on her face onto a line on the page of the book.

　　 Mouse life span: an average of 1 to 3 years, each subspecies can reach 4-6 years.

　　 "Mr. Charles, I'm really scared..."

　　 In the darkness, Charles walked slowly following the steps ahead. When he smelled the scent of whale oil candles, he knew that he had arrived at the church of the Bright Church.

　　 "Here?" That was the voice of the Pope, his voice was neither sad nor happy.

　　 "What method are you going to use to heal my eyes?"

　　 Charles, who was blind, felt the gaze projected on him from all around him. It seemed that there were quite a few people in this church.

　　 "Don't ask, just calm down and feel."

　　 In the next second, Charles felt himself drifting into the air, and then he was surrounded by a mass of warmth.

　　 There are carols sung by collective children's voices, and the content of the lyrics is about praising the **** of light.

　　 Gradually, Charles felt his body start to get hot, getting hotter and hotter, and in the end he felt like he was soaked in boiling water.

　　 "Hey! Are you sure this works!!?" Charba asked in pain.

　　 The pope did not answer, his old voice also joined the chorus, and the pope's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, integrating all the singing into one.

　　 Just when Charles almost couldn't bear it, he suddenly found himself regaining his vision.

　　 Charles found himself standing naked in a desert, with a dazzling ball of light hanging over his head. A sun bigger than the sky.

　　 who didn't come~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a trace of affection in Charles's heart. The huge ball of light above his head was something more important than his life.

　　 But before Charles’s compliment could be spoken, the ball of light above his head suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light, and the extremely bright light enveloped everything in this world.

　　 Everything around him returned quickly. When Charles came back to his senses again, he found himself lying on the cold ground, and the Pope was looking at him solemnly. "How? Can you see it?"

　　 Charles put his hand on the ground and stood up directly, he looked around in surprise.

　　 Shaking candles, huge brightly colored wall paintings, and rowing boys singing carols. Everything is so normal, but it is a little different from before. Any color looks more saturated.

　　 Charles strode out of the church and came outside. He was suddenly surprised to find that under the greenhouse, the rays of sunlight used to illuminate had some other colors, some peculiar colors that humans could not observe.

　　 "Is that... Ultraviolet?" Charles unexpectedly discovered that these were really his eyes that had been dug out before, the eyes that broke through the color world.

　　 Charles touched his eyes excitedly, but when he touched them, his face suddenly changed slightly.

　　 He turned his head and looked at the pope who followed him. "How come there is only one eyeball?"

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