"Where did you go at night?" Charles asked in his mind.
Since the person Lily saw was not herself, it must be Richard.
"Hey, I've been into fishing lately. I'm using my own time to try out a new hobby. Why do you have to take care of this?"
After hearing what Richard said, Charles stopped talking and continued to paint his new painting.
Time passed little by little, and when the last detail on the drawing paper was added, Charles took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then immediately let go of control of his body. It was time for another personality to appear.
Richard hummed a song and took out a new diary to start thinking about his book "Twenty Thousand Leagues on the Earthsea"
Rustling, the tip of the pen moved across the dry paper, leaving behind lines of smooth text.
The content is a light-hearted story about the adventures of a young boy named Mire on Earthsea. The chapters are full of funny plots about the surface of the earth and various nonsensical jokes. Every time when a funny point was written, Richard would laugh out loud nervously.
Although only four hours had passed, Richard's eccentric novel was already more than half completed.
"Hey, man, how about this joke? Let me tell you. One day, Mirei accidentally let out a series of loud farts at home. His grandmother, who was knitting a sweater next to him, stood up and said, "Kid, go open the door quickly. Your uncle is coming back on a tractor—hahahaha!"
Before he finished telling the joke, Richard laughed so hard that he fell on the table and pounded it hard.
After a while, seeing that there was no reaction in his brain, the wild laughter on Richard's face slowly subsided and turned into a smug smile.
He threw the pen in his hand away, pushed open the window and jumped out.
Wearing a dark blue captain's uniform, he jumped quickly on the roofs of various buildings like an acrobat.
"Whoosh!" Richard leaped high, his body rolled quickly in the air, and finally stopped steadily at the dock where various ships were docked.
Looking at the black and red steamship in the distance that was twice as big as the Narwhal, he was about to walk towards it, but immediately took his foot back. "No, no, that guy wouldn't do that."
Richard put his hands on his face and rubbed them. After dozens of seconds, he suddenly withdrew his hands. The arrogant and disdainful Richard just now disappeared, and Charles' long-standing firm expression with a hint of fatigue appeared on his face.
"Cough~ hum~ cough cough." Richard pinched his throat with his prosthetic limbs and walked over there.
As soon as he jumped on the boat, Elizabeth, dressed in a tall white captain's uniform, came up to him and took his arm. "Charles, why are you so late today?"
"Well...something delayed me, how's that matter going?" Charles said with a cold expression.
"In the cabin. I heard that there was a breakthrough in the matter you explained. What are you guys busy with? You're so secretive. You stayed with him as soon as you got here."
"Nothing. I'll tell you when things are resolved." Charles took her to the cabin next door.
The ship was very large, with three floors of cabins alone. The style of each floor was very different. The people inside the cabins were not dressed like those who ate at sea. Most of them wore purple robes and pointed hats on their heads.
The way they looked at Richard was respectful and a little curious.
This guy has been doing something with their clan leader these days, but no one knows what they are doing.
The last floor is full of books, densely packed with books scattered here and there.
An elderly man with deep wrinkles on his face sat behind a table piled with books, as if reading something.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, he glanced forward from his reading glasses, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Ah, it's Mr. Charles. I have good news for you. It can be used to eliminate your other-"
"Cough... cough cough!" Richard suddenly coughed a few times.
The old man looked at Elizabeth beside him and took back what he was about to say.
"You go out first." Richard pulled his arm out of Elizabeth's arms.
Elizabeth looked between them curiously for a few times before nodding. "Well, you guys are busy. I'll be outside."
Listening to Elizabeth's unique high-heeled boots slowly fading away behind him, Richard excitedly rushed to him and asked, "How is it going? Is there any progress?"
The old man nodded, turned around and walked to a pile of books. As he raised his left hand slightly, the messy books opened their pages and flew away like birds, revealing a secret door.
There was a clang sound, and Charles followed the old man in.
The space inside was not big, at most half the size of a bedroom. In addition to some bottles and jars, there was also a person imprisoned, a man wearing a 096 mask.
His limbs were firmly chained, and no matter how he shook his head he couldn't get the mask off.
“Look.” The old man waved his left hand and a cyan translucent figure separated from the man. He pointed at the translucent figure and said, “I studied the relic you gave me for a long time before I found out that the reason it can add personality to the host is that it changes the rotation of the star chakra in the soul, and it—”
"Wait, wait, I don't want to know that. I just want to know how to get rid of one personality without affecting the other."
The old man looked at Richard meaningfully. "Did Mr. Charles also use this relic? Then which personality is talking to me?"
"It doesn't matter whether I have brought you here before or not. What you need to know is that as long as you solve my problem, Elizabeth will give you an extra 5% of the island." Richard looked at him with a smile.
The old man looked deeply at the young man in front of him, and after a few seconds he burst into laughter.
"I have analyzed the changes that the relic has on the soul. Next, I can adjust the potion. Don't worry, when it comes to soul knowledge, no one in the entire Earthsea is better than the patriarch of the Gaunt family."
"Great, how long will it take?" Charles' eyes were filled with urgency.
"In fact, to express my sincerity in our cooperation, I have already prepared the soul-condensing potion. I know you really need it." The old man raised his dry left hand, and a palm-sized glass product slowly floated in front of Richard from the cuff of his robe.
As Richard shook slightly, some bronze liquid mixed with black liquid slowly flowed inside.
(End of this chapter)