Just as Rasto was thinking this, a boy ran over carefully holding two skewers of squid.
The dark brown color covered his head like a pot lid. "Sir, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
A terrifying smile appeared on Rasto's face. He shook his head gently and said, "No, you eat it."
Seeing this, the little boy stretched out his hand and held out the snack with a shy smile on his face. "If you are hungry, eat this. My mother has prepared dinner at home. I know how uncomfortable it feels to be hungry."
Just as Rasto was about to say something, he saw a few shallow healed scars on his hands, and a trace of anger suddenly rose in his heart. "How is your hand? Who hurt it?"
The little boy shrank back in embarrassment. "I accidentally cut myself when I was helping my mother weave a fishing net. But that was in the past. I haven't made a fishing net for a long time."
When Rasto heard this, the anger on his face slowly dissipated. "He is also a child from a poor family."
"That was in the past. Now I can have enough food to eat every day and learn a lot of knowledge in school. I feel very happy."
Just as the little boy said this, a girl ran over and held his hand.
"Goodbye, sir. I'm going home with my sister," West's brother said, and handed a string of squid to his sister, holding her hand and running towards home.
Lasto looked at the brother and sister going away with a hint of envy in his eyes. This kind of feeling was something he had never had before. He sometimes wondered how nice it would be if he could suddenly become a child and go to school with them.
However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a bald woman with a triangular tattoo on her forehead passing by the two siblings, and the smile on his face slowly faded.
"Are you back? How is it? Did anyone die?" he said to the woman.
"Teacher, the captain is having some mental problems. The symptoms are a bit like the burning soul disease that was prevalent in the South China Sea."
"Hmph, this kid is just a worry. Push me over to take a look." Although he said that, after hearing this news, the old man's spirits seemed to improve a lot in an instant.
Soon, Rasto saw Charles who was imprisoned in the basement of the Governor's Palace, and learned what had happened.
"Where's the bandage? Are you the only one who has this problem? Where is he now?"
"He's fine. Nothing's wrong with him. As soon as he got off the Narwhal, he boarded a passenger ship bound for the South China Sea. He was going to some place where the gods had descended to remove the curse from them."
Sitting in a wheelchair, Rasto frowned as he looked at the dark red spots on Charles' body and some papers in his hands.
"It shouldn't be the Burning Soul Disease. Your symptoms are a bit like the plague that was prevalent in the Western Sea for a while."
"What? Plague... Plague?!" Charles was immediately shocked.
"That's just my thought. Don't worry. There are too few medical records. Ask the prison to cooperate with me and lend me a few death row prisoners. I need more medical records for research." Lasto took the thing and turned around to leave.
"What you have in your hand is very important to Hope Island. Remember not to reveal it to anyone else."
"Oh, I'm three times your age, do I still need you to teach me?"
In the following period of time, Charles began a comfortable life in the cage, and he was not very opposed to this kind of life. Although he was a little emotional from time to time, he felt pretty good overall.
Charles's experience of living on a ship for many years has made him very adaptable to this living environment.
Apart from painting some portraits of my family every day, I just rest, completely rest.
Soon, Charles was surprised to find that his symptoms had improved, as if his body was gradually adapting and the disease did not seem to be as difficult to deal with as he had imagined.
Looking at the potion in his hand that was constantly emitting black bubbles, Charles raised it up and drank it directly.
In an instant, an extremely strong metallic taste burst out in his mouth. The feeling was very uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed a piece of liquid iron.
Although the medicine tastes bad, it has immediate and significant therapeutic effects.
The red patches on Charles' body quickly returned to normal and his abnormalities disappeared.
"Linda, give me the key to the handcuffs."
The key flying in the air was quickly inserted into the hole of the handcuffs, freeing Charles from the restraints.
"Are you sure you can figure out what caused this situation?" Charles asked.
"This isn't really a disease, it's more like a kind of mental pollution. I don't think your method is the problem, but the relic. You absorbed something from it. I saw a similar medical record when I was young. You're really lucky to have shared the bandage."
Charlton was stunned. "Why do you say that?"
"Come with me, I'll show you something." Linda pushed the doctor outside.
Soon the two arrived at the prison gate of Hope Island. On the increasingly crowded Hope Island, this place seemed very deserted and the islanders deliberately avoided it.
They all knew that some notorious guys were sent here, so they worked in there, using their own physical strength to make up for their mistakes.
The two men walked in one after the other. When the prison guard inside saw Charles' face, he was shocked and quickly stood up and saluted with his right hand.
The prison was built underground and was very cold. The two men walked slowly inside.
"Is the person who made the prosthetic limb still here? I need to get a new prosthetic limb. The previous battle also caused me to lose a little on the left side of my body."
The doctor glanced at Charles's empty left sleeve. "It will probably take some time. Their boss lived in the British Isles and is now dead. The agents in all the major islands are in a mess and are not accepting prosthetic commissions for the time being."
Charles sighed slightly. The feeling of having only one hand left was really not that good.
As the two were talking, they came to a row of cells made of steel plates.
Charles looked inside and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
A deformed monster covered with black hair was rolling in his own excrement, his limbs and his flat head were stuck together. "What... what is this?"
"What else could it be? You found a method and tried it on them, and this is the result."
"All of them?"
"Not all of them. Out of the thirty-two, six were successful. Two died while testing the drug. Now there are only four left. James built a special cell for them. They are all locked up there."
“Such a low success rate?”
"Yeah, that's why I say you and the bandages are lucky."
(End of this chapter)