Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　 This sound is different from the previous murmur. The sudden explosion in the ears is as harsh as firecrackers and the volume is loud, followed by strong tinnitus.

　　 Charles clenched his posterior teeth, covered his piercing ears with his hands, and resisted the pain.

The bandage next to 　　 held Charles's body with both hands, and his mouth with green moss closed together, as if to say something.

　　 But Charles couldn't hear him at this time, and the grumpy roar in his ears sounded again.

　　 "Ywaqgagqam, lwhukh\'iwnagthu!!!"

　　 Charles felt a terrifying anxious smell spreading around him, the piercing pain in his ears continued unabated, the blood in his body began to flow faster, his mouth opened and he was gasping for breath.

　　 An unnamed anger burned in Charles's heart, everything in front of him was dyed red, his eyes suddenly stared at the bandage beside him, and his fingers opened and closed.

　　 A kind of desire suddenly emerged in his heart to drive him, making him pinch his first officer's neck and pinch it down with all his strength.

　　 Charles knew that this feeling was absolutely wrong, he closed his eyes and forcibly endured it.

　　 But when he came back to his senses again, he was horrified to find that he was already doing this, and the bandaged neck had collapsed under his pressure.

　　 "Ahhhhh!!" Charles let go of his hand shaking all over, his right hand clenched his fist and kept hitting his face. "Hurry up! Lock me up! Lock me up!"

　　 "Swish swish~" The ropes on the deck shot over in an instant, they twisted and quickly wrapped Charles' body, binding his body firmly.

　　 The captain's anomaly attracted the attention of all the crew. They looked at the twisting Charles with anxiety, and the relaxed atmosphere above the Narwhal suddenly became a little serious.

　　 This abnormal state did not last long. Half an hour later, Charles, who broke three ropes, finally calmed down. He was soaked in sweat and looked like he was fished out of the sea.

　　 Some changes have taken place in his body. Some dark red spots appeared on his white skin.

　　 But Charles didn't pay attention to this at all. The first thing he woke up was to look at the bandage next to him, and after he found that he was standing beside him like no other, he just slumped to the ground.

　　 "Ahem~" Because of the roar, Charles felt that his throat had been injured, and he felt that his mouth was full of rust.

　　 "This kind of thing has a problem, the extraordinary power is not so easy to obtain easily." Charles thought in his heart.

　　 Linda walked over and immediately checked Charles' mental state, but the result was not very good.

　　 "Your spirit seems to be polluted again, but it is a little different from the mental pollution caused by the previous whispering. I can't figure it out. I need to go back and discuss it with the teacher."

　　 Charles, who was paralyzed on the ground, nodded silently. The feeling just now was terrible. If it hadn't been for the amazing recovery ability of the bandage, he had strangled his crew.

　　 He doesn't want his anomaly to hurt others, he must find a way to control himself.

　　 Soon, a pair of heavy handcuffs and shackles modified with communication tubes were built. Charles with these things was firmly imprisoned in a cargo hold, and no one was allowed to approach.

　　 Then Charles also appeared in a state of anger several times, but in custody, it did not cause much harm.

　　 Charles began to live as a prisoner on the Narwhal, and it didn't take long for him to do this.

　　 While Charles was writing his diary with a pen, the blue Lily twisted her body and got in through the small gap in the door.

　　 "Don't come here! Stay away from me!" Charles's voice was a little hoarse. He is not suitable for contact with Lily in this situation. He was afraid that he would suddenly fall ill, so he unscrewed Lily's head directly.

　　 "Mr. Charles! We're home!" Lily said cheerfully.

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　　Rasto Herman slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He has retired and is no longer the ship doctor of the Narwhal.

　　 My mission on the ship is over, a new ship doctor has been nurtured, and I just have to wait for death.

　　 Although he told everyone that he didn't care at all, in fact, Rasto cared very much in his heart.

　　 After lying on the bed for half an hour, he picked up the mechanical watch and found that it was after four o'clock in the afternoon. Then he slowly got up and sat in the wheelchair next to him.

　　 The steel prosthetic limbs on his hands and feet have been replaced. The heavy iron hanging body is too heavy, and his old body can't support such heavy things.

　　Rasto pushed the wheelchair out of the door with one hand and walked into the nearest restaurant. The waiter seemed to be very familiar with the old man who looked like a beggar. He didn't come to ask what to eat, and walked directly to the back kitchen.

Soon a piece of food was delivered to Rastow. Freshly picked fresh apples, buttery grilled sausage, buttered toast, and rich boat maggot soup, this is definitely a hearty meal breakfast.

　　 But as a doctor, Rasto knew that his weak intestines couldn't digest these at all, and he really wanted to eat them all. These things could easily send him away.

　　 He tore off a bit of bread with one hand, dipped it in the soup, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 He has very little time now, but he has a lot of time, and everything can take his time.

　　 In the end, he wiped out the small half slice of bread and half a bowl of soup in an hour, then raised his hand to the waiter in the distance and signaled the checkout.

　　 "Mr. Rasto, I told you many times before that some of your expenses will be reimbursed by the Government House."

　　Rasto Herman seemed to have not heard him, and after slapped two green echo coins on the table, he pushed the wheelchair away with no expression.

　　He has money~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But these things are just some numbers in the bank for him now.

　　 Hope Island’s streets seem to be a lot more prosperous, and various tall buildings stand up. But Rasto Herman didn't pay attention to this. He pushed his wheelchair to the school gate two blocks away.

　　 That is the newly opened school on Hope Island. The clean and tidy white teaching building makes people feel comfortable at first glance.

　　 He was sitting next to a vendor of grilled octopus tentacles, as if waiting for something.

　　 "Clang clang clang~" The bell rang, and the students began to end get out of class.

　　 The thick school door opened, and a large group of children ran wildly past Rasto Herman, carrying cloth satchels around their waists and innocent smiles on their faces.

　　 Some students with pocket money gathered around the grilled octopus whiskers stall, shouting cheerfully.

　　Rasto listened to the vibrant voices around him, and a slight smile appeared on his terrifying face.

　　 He likes to be with these children, with them, he seems to feel his exhausted body exudes vitality again.

　　 But because of the scars on his face, every time he talks to other children, he scares them to tears.

　　 "Charles, don't look a little crazy, but this school does a great job." Rasto's old-spotted fingers tapped gently on the wheelchair.

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