"Mr. Charles, does this dress look good to me?" Smiling Margaret put a light blue dress in front of herself and gestured.
Looking at Charles who said nothing, she walked towards the bedroom with the long skirt. "Since you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement. I also think this skirt matches my shoes very well."
Margaret quickly changed into a light blue dress and walked out of the bedroom. She gracefully turned around Charles.
He picked up a new pair of men's clothes beside him and started changing Charles' clothes.
"Mr. Charles, you must be tired of staying in your room every day. Let's go out for a walk now. Maybe you will get better faster if you go out for a walk."
Just as Margaret took off Charles' coat, she heard messy footsteps outside.
"Huh? Why are there so many noises? Who did my brother bring over?"
Led by the mouse, the crew members quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys, and soon a quiet two-story building appeared in front of them.
"It's inside!" Lily said, pointing at the wooden door with her claws.
Just as they were about to rush in, some people wearing red sleeves appeared from the air. They had various weapons in their hands and cold eyes.
"Get out of my way!" Dipper pulled out a revolver from his waist with a cold look, and the others also took out their weapons.
Just as the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense, a voice sounded from behind them, "Forget it, let them in." It was Jack's voice.
Upon hearing their leader's order, the men in red sleeves quickly disappeared, leaving the door open.
Dipper didn't care about that and rushed in excitedly.
However, when the crew of the Narwhal rushed into the room, they were shocked to find that the luxuriously decorated interior was in a mess and a beautiful girl was crying quietly while hugging a men's coat.
"Where's the Captain?! Where on earth did Captain Charles go!" Dipper shouted angrily.
Margaret, whose eyes were as red as a rabbit's, raised her head and said with a sob, "Woo, woo, woo, there was a monster who took Mr. Charles away two days ago."
On the dark sea, a small fleet was sailing quickly. In the fleet there were normal steamships emitting black smoke, as well as some strange ships that used huge turtle shells as their hulls.
But no matter what kind of ship it was, it was severely damaged at this time, as if it had just fought a long and difficult naval battle.
At the front of the fleet was a two-hundred-meter-long ship, which was the ship of the Governor of the World's Crown, but now the ship belonged to another person.
Anna, breathing a little rapidly, turned over and lay on the soft bed. Wearing only a transparent gauze, she relaxed for a long time before turning her head to look at the naked Charles beside her.
"Little girls are just not good enough. If they find you, they will probably just give you a shy hug and a kiss. Do you really think you are a teddy bear? That's not how men are used, don't you think? Gao Zhiming."
Charles looked at the lights on the ceiling swaying with the waves on the sea, with no reaction on his face.
Anna gently lifted the hair that was stuck to her body and drew circles on Charles's wounded chest with her fingers.
"I got news about you three years ago. I heard that you jumped by yourself. I was eagerly waiting for you to come and pick me up. But this is what happened? You scumbag."
"Look at what you've become. If I hadn't saved your life, you wouldn't even be able to find your body."
"And when did you lose your left hand? Why didn't you tell me in your letter?"
Anna held Charles' head in her hands and whispered various things to him. Charles was talking nonsense, and they both said their own things.
Half an hour later, Anna sat up again, with a hint of coquettishness and charm on the corners of her mouth. She leaned over and kissed Charles' neck inch by inch with her scarlet lips.
"Half-time is over, let's continue."
The tentacles with gray roots squirmed and slowly wrapped around Charles' head. More and more tentacles appeared, eventually wrapping Charles' head into a tentacle ball.
Charles was lying on the beach, basking in the sun and painting.
The warmth from the sun on my body is very comfortable.
Charles stopped painting and looked up at the sun. "It's a little hot. It would be better if the temperature was a little lower."
The sun in the sky quickly moved backwards and just rose in the morning. At this time, the temperature was just right, very suitable.
"Well, that's fine." Charles nodded and continued painting. As the brush was applied to the canvas, an abstract man curled up on the ground, screaming in despair and hysteria appeared on the canvas.
"Perfect." Satisfied, Charles picked up the picture frame standing in the sand and framed it.
"Swish, swish" the brush continued to paint on the canvas, and the second picture was soon completed.
The background color of this painting is pitch black. As the brush strokes, several tentacles appear and disappear in the darkness. The tentacles are holding a deformed and bloated monster, which vaguely bears a trace of human nature.
After framing the second painting, Charles moved on to the third. The background color of this painting was scarlet, and as Charles added details, the paper was covered with cracked eyeballs, broken bones, and torn tentacles.
When the third painting was finished, Charles stood up and hung the three paintings on the white wall next to him.
After carefully examining his new work for a while, Charles turned around and looked at the other paintings on the walls around him. Those were all his works.
Although the genres vary, most of the themes are despair, depression and madness.
Suddenly Charles stopped in front of a painting. It was a solitary tentacle with gray roots. He remembered that he had never drawn this thing.
Soon his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice beside him.
"Dude, why do you want to draw these? Wouldn't it be better to draw something that men would like to see? Like that and that." Richard asked, resting his elbow on Charles' shoulder.
"What do you know? These are art. If you want to draw those things, go draw them yourself." Charles slapped his hand away.
"Tsk, I'm too lazy to paint. I finally got back. I'm going to attend the feast at sea. See you later." Richard walked towards the door of the studio next to him.
Giving a middle finger to his back, Charles sat on the gaming chair next to him and picked up the VR goggles and put them on.
The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. On the barren plain, a group of people in the distance were talking and laughing while fighting wild monsters.
That was his crew, they were playing a game, Charles picked up the staff in his hand and walked towards them. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, let's go to the next dungeon."
The giant dragon that was dozens of meters tall was quickly destroyed by Charles and his team. Equipment of various colors exploded on the ground. Charles happily shared his harvest with everyone.
Just as he took an axe in his hand and put a silver helmet on his head, he suddenly saw something on the wall of the dragon's lair.
He walked over and saw that it was a tentacle, and it seemed to be wriggling.
Charles frowned, "What's going on? Is there a bug in this game?"
(End of this chapter)