On a flat land on Hope Island, crew members dressed in dark clothes stood silently in front of the coffin placed in the pit.
Both new and old crew members came, and each of them held a white flower in their hands.
Duknona and Frey, who had not appeared in front of Charles for a long time, also came. They lowered their heads and looked sad.
But even if they came together, the scale of the entire funeral was very small, with only more than twenty people in total.
Before his death, the doctor specifically stated that he didn't want too many irrelevant people to come to his funeral.
At this time, Feuerbach, dressed in a black suit, held a piece of paper in his hand and read the eulogy with a solemn expression.
"During the time that Mr. Rusto Hermann was on board, he was always the most responsible. He was committed to repairing our mental wounds and freeing us from pain. The completion of these tasks was very difficult and arduous, but our ship's doctor always found a way to do it."
"Mr. Rusto Hermann showed real generosity and kindness under pressure. Perhaps he showed a deeper level of tolerance. He had firm beliefs and good intentions..."
Lily, with black fur, hugged the white flower and huddled in Charles' hands. Her eyes were almost red from crying, so much so that in the end she buried her little head between his fingers and stopped looking.
Charles listened to the eulogy with an expressionless face, his lips tightly pursed. Everything happened so fast that he had no time to react.
He felt that he knew too little about the crew he was with day and night.
Slowly, Feuerbach's eulogy is coming to an end.
"As a companion who has experienced various adventures with him, today, let us express our deepest gratitude to such a person who has made such a great contribution."
All the crew members came forward silently one by one and threw the flowers in their hands into the coffin. Soon it was Charles' turn.
He pushed away Dipper who tried to support him, used his transparent tentacle as a cane, strode to the doctor's coffin, and threw down their own flowers with Lily.
At this time, Lily couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears with her mouth wide open.
James on the side winked at Dipper, and the two of them silently took shovels and began to fill the pit with soil.
"Woo~!!" A loud whistle sounded from the dock in the distance. It was the sound of the Narwhal.
The funeral ended in a faintly sad atmosphere. The crew dispersed and Charles returned to the Governor's Palace.
Pushing away the butler who came forward to support him, Charles walked to his bedroom as if he was familiar with the place. He sat on the bed without saying a word, constantly touching Lily's hair with his hands.
Feeling Charles' touch, Lily raised her head with tears in her eyes and looked down at Charles.
"Mr. Charles, do we have to die when we get old?"
Charles responded with a bit of melancholy, "Yeah, that's how we are, we die when we get old."
"Mr. Charles, I'm afraid..."
Just as Charles was about to say a few words to comfort Lily, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Governor Charles, the Pope wants you to come over. It's about your eyes."
"It has to be this time..." Charles, who was in a depressed mood, took a deep breath, put Lily on the pillow next to him, and raised his foot to meet her.
Watching Charles's leaving back, Lily with red eyes jumped off the bed and came under her own bed.
Next to the brightly colored little house, there are some books.
Lily pulled out the top book and opened it with her little paws. The information recorded on it appeared in front of the little mouse.
“Name: Rat.
Distribution areas: sewers, toilets, kitchens, fields, grass, eaves, etc.
Reproduction speed: 40 days to conceive
Lily gently grabbed her legs with her hands, and a lot of black hair was easily pulled off, revealing the loose skin underneath.
Her tears dripped down the hair on her face and onto the line of words on the page.
Mouse lifespan: average 1 to 3 years, some subspecies can reach 4 to 6 years.
"Mr. Charles, I'm really scared..."
In the darkness, Charles walked slowly following the footsteps in front of him. When he smelled the scent of whale oil candles, he knew that he had arrived at the church of the Church of Light.
"Coming?" It was the Pope's voice, and his voice was neither sad nor happy.
"How are you going to cure my eyes?"
The blind Charles could feel the gazes from all around him. It seemed that there were quite a few people in the church.
"Don't ask, just calm down and feel it."
The next second, Charles felt himself floating in the air, and then he was surrounded by a ball of warmth.
Hymns sung by children's voices could be heard all around, the lyrics of which were about praising the God of Light.
Gradually, Charles felt his body getting hotter and hotter, until in the end he felt as if his whole body was immersed in boiling water.
"Hey! Are you sure this will work!?" Charles asked in pain.
The Pope did not answer, but his old voice joined the chorus. It seemed as if the Pope's voice carried some kind of magic, blending all the singing into one.
Just when Charles was about to be unable to bear it anymore, he suddenly found that he had regained his vision.
Charles found himself standing naked in a desert, with a dazzling ball of light covering the sky and earth hanging above his head, a sun bigger than the sky.
For no reason, Charles felt a surge of emotion in his heart. The huge ball of light above his head was more important than his life.
But before Charles could utter his praise, the ball of light above his head suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light, and the extremely bright light enveloped everything in the world.
Everything around him returned to normal quickly, and when Charles came to his senses again, he found himself lying on the cold ground, with the Pope looking at him solemnly. "How is it? Can you see?"
Charles supported himself on the ground with one hand and stood up. He looked around in surprise.
The flickering candles, the huge brightly colored murals, the rows of minstrels singing carols, everything was so normal, but also a little different from before. Every color seemed more saturated.
Charles strode out of the church and came outside. He was immediately surprised to find that under the shed, the rays of sunlight used to illuminate had some other colors, some strange colors that humans could not observe.
"Is that... ultraviolet light?" Charles unexpectedly discovered that these were really the eyes that had been dug out before, the eyes that broke through the realm of color.
Charles excitedly touched his eyes with his hands, but when he touched them, his expression changed slightly.
He turned his head and looked at the Pope who followed him out. "Why is there only one eyeball?"
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