Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　 Just when Rasto thought so, a boy ran over with two skewers of squid cautiously.

　　 Dark brown covered his head like a pot lid, "Sir, are you hungry? Would you like to eat it?"

　　 Rasto had a terrifying smile on his face, and he shook his head gently, "No, you can eat it."

　　 When the little boy saw this, he stretched out his hand in the snack and showed a shy smile on his face. "If you are hungry, eat this. My mother goes home and prepares dinner. I know it's not good to be hungry."

　　Rasto looked at the shallow scars in his hand after healed, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared in his heart. "How is your hand? Who got it?"

　　 The little boy shrank back in embarrassment. "I accidentally cut the fishing net when I helped my mother make a fishing net, but that's all the same. I haven't used it for a long time."

　　Rasto heard this, and the anger on his face slowly dissipated. "Then you are also a child from a poor family."

　　 "That was before, now I can eat full every day, and I can learn a lot of knowledge in school, I feel very happy."

　　 Just as the little boy said so, a girl ran over and held his hand.

　　 "Goodbye, sir, I'm going home with my sister," West's brother finished speaking, and passed a string of squid shreds in his hand to his sister, and ran towards home with her hand.

　　Rasto looked at the siblings who went away with a trace of envy in his eyes. This kind of emotion was something he never had in the past. Sometimes he wondered how good he could suddenly become a child and go to school with them.

　　 But at this moment, he suddenly saw a woman with a bald face with a tentacle tattoo passing by with the two brothers and sisters, and the smile on his face slowly closed.

　　 "I'm back? How is it, is anyone dead?" he said to the woman.

　　 "Teacher, the captain's spirit is in some trouble. This symptom was a bit like the burning soul disease prevalent in the South China Sea."

　　 "Huh, this kid just doesn't make people worry, just push me over and take a look." Although that was said, the old man's spirit seemed to be much better after receiving the news.

　　 Soon, Rastow saw Charles in the basement of the Governor's Mansion, and also learned what happened.

　　 "What about bandages? Is this the only one of you? Where is he now?"

　　 "He is very good. Nothing is going on. When he got off the Narwhal, he boarded a passenger ship in the South China Sea. He is going to go to a place where he will lift the curse of the gods."

　　 Rastow in the wheelchair frowned and looked at the dark red patches on Charles and some papers in his hands.

　　 "It should not be burning soul disease. Your symptoms are a bit like the plague that has been circulating in the West Sea for a while."

　　 "What? The plague... the plague?!"

　　 "I just feel it, don't worry, the medical records are too few, let the prison side cooperate with me, I need more medical records." Rasto took the thing and turned around and prepared to leave.

　　 "The things in your hand are very important to Hope Island, remember not to disclose it."

　　 "Oh, my age is three times yours, I still use you to teach?"

　　 During the next period of time, Charles began a comfortable life in a cage, and he did not reject this life much. Although I sometimes lose control of my emotions, I feel pretty good overall.

　　 Many years of experience of life on a boat made Charles very comfortable with this kind of living environment.

　　 In addition to painting some family portraits every day, it's just rest, complete rest.

　　 Soon, Charles was surprised to find that his symptoms had improved, as if he was gradually adapting.

　　 The doctor's progress was faster than Charles expected. One month later, in the afternoon, he was sitting in a wheelchair and brought a tube of medicine.

　　 Seeing the black bubbles in his hand, Charles raised his head and poured it directly.

　　 In an instant, the extremely strong metallic taste burst into his mouth instantly, this feeling was very uncomfortable, as if he swallowed a piece of liquid iron directly.

　　 Although the medicine does not taste good, it has an immediate and significant effect.

　　 The red patches on Charles' body quickly returned to normal, and the abnormality on his body disappeared.

　　 "Linda, give me the key to the message."

　　 The key that flew in midair was quickly inserted into the hole in the handcuffs, freeing Charles from the restraint.

　　 "What caused this situation?" Charles asked.

"Speaking of it, this is not a disease, but more like a mental pollution. I don't think there is a problem with your method, but a problem with the relic. Some things on it were absorbed by you. When you were young I have seen the same medical record once, and speaking of it, it’s good that you shared your luck with the bandage."

　　 Charlton was taken aback. "why do you say so??"

　　 "Come with me, I'll show you something." Linda pushed the doctor toward the outside.

　　 Soon the two came to the gate of Hope Island's prison. On Hope Island, which was gradually crowded, it seemed very cold, and the islanders deliberately avoided it.

　　 They all know that some notorious guys are sent here, then they are working in it. Use your physical strength to make up for your fault.

　　 The two walked in one after the other. When the guard inside saw Charles's face, he was shocked and quickly stood up and saluted with his right hand.

　　 The prison was built underground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was very cold, and the two slowly walked inside.

　　 "Is the man who made the prosthesis still there? I need to replace it with a new prosthesis. The previous battle has made the left side of my body a little less."

　　 The doctor glanced at Charles' empty left sleeve. "It is estimated that it will take a while. Their boss lives on the British Isles and is now dead. The agents on the major islands are all in a mess, and they will not accept prosthetic orders for the time being."

　　 Charles sighed slightly, this feeling of having only one hand is really not so good.

　　 While they were talking, they came to a row of steel-steel cells.

　　 Charles looked inward, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.

　　 A deformed monster covered in black hairs was constantly tumbling in his excrement, and his limbs adhered to his deformed head. "This...what is this?"

　　 "What else can you find, try it on them, and get this kind of consequence."

　　 "It's all like this?"

　　 "Not all. Out of thirty-two, six succeeded. Two died to test the drug. Now only four are left. James has built special cells for them, and they are all locked."

　　 "Such a low success rate?"

　　 "Yes, how can I say you have good luck with the bandage."

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