Charles, sweating profusely, took a sip of water and looked at his crew. "Thanks, James."
The sturdy James showed his signature smile. "As you should, you are our captain after all."
"Call everyone else here. Let's discuss our next plan."
"Okay." James walked out.
"We're finally in Sodom..." Charles lay down slowly, a hint of relief showing on his tired face.
No matter what the process was, he was one step closer to returning home.
"Cough!" The sudden cough made Charles instinctively reach for his holster.
He stood up and turned his head to see an elderly man in a dirty white coat standing at the door, holding a wooden cup in his iron left hand.
But compared to his appearance, his weird looks seemed perfectly normal.
His face, which was already full of wrinkles, was covered with all kinds of scars in all directions, and the whole face looked like a mirror that had been broken into pieces and then put together again.
On this nightmare-like face, the two yellow eyeballs kept trembling involuntarily, and the look in them seemed a little neurotic.
The old man seemed not to notice the hand that touched the weapon and limped over. Charles then discovered that his left foot was also made of iron.
"Drink it, don't chew it." The old man's voice was old and short, and he put the cup in his hand on the table next to the bed.
Charles picked up the cup and found that there seemed to be some living creature swimming in the dark liquid inside.
"You saved me? Thank you. I was so seriously injured that I thought I was dead." After Charles said that, he put the cup to his mouth, raised his chin and drank it.
Instantly, a taste more bitter than coptis chinensis filled Charles' mouth. The living creatures in the potion had tiny thorns on their surfaces, scratching Charles' throat and causing him pain, as if he was swallowing a stone wrapped in tissue paper.
"This injury is nothing. Your brain is much sicker than your body." The old man turned around and half squatted, picking among the bottles and jars with his iron hands.
"You mean the auditory hallucinations in your ears?"
"Ha, auditory hallucination? If you're just hallucinating, I'll cut off my other hand right now!" The old man's voice was full of sarcasm.
What the old man said was right. The trouble of this auditory hallucination has changed from auditory hallucination to visual hallucination. All the creatures around will become deformed monsters. Charles doesn't know what will happen next, but it is definitely not a good thing.
Although the words were unpleasant to hear, Charles heard another meaning. "Do you have a way to solve it? Money is not a problem."
The old man turned around and walked to Charles, staring at him with trembling eyes, "What's your name?"
"Charles."
"Last name?"
Charles leaned back slightly, creating some distance between him and the old man. "Just call me Charles."
The old man stretched out his steel arm, "Lastor Hermann, I don't like people younger than me calling me Lastor. You can just call me doctor."
Charles stretched out his right hand and shook the cold iron hand. "Thank you, about my auditory hallucinations-"
Charles was interrupted by the doctor halfway through his speech, "I can cure this syndrome. My treatment effect is the best in the whole of Sodom. As for the reward, I don't want a reply. I want the black mirror in your arms."
Charles immediately understood what he was talking about and took out the dead phone from his pocket. "You want it?"
As soon as he saw the phone, Rasto's eyes revealed his desire to possess it. "Yes, that's it. It's very rare to find something intact like this. I want it!"
Charles looked down at his phone and at himself on the black screen. "Why do you want it? Do you know it?"
"No, I don't know, but my intuition tells me that this thing is not simple. My intuition is always very accurate."
It's not that he was reluctant to part with it. It's just that he had heard some rumors that some guys on the mysterious side could curse the original owner through objects. God knows what this guy would do with the phone.
Just as Charles was thinking about it, the door was pushed open, and the crew of the Narwhal rushed over excitedly, and Lily jumped directly on him.
"Captain! You're finally awake!"
"Mr. Charles!"
"Captain, I'm so glad you're okay."
Charles looked at Rusto Hermann who was leaving the crowd.
"Doctor, I'll think about it and let you know when I've made a decision." Charles put his phone back into his pocket.
Lasto glanced at everyone and limped out. "Better hurry up. I don't mind, but your head won't last long."
Charles cast his eyes on the bandages at the edge, "First mate, any casualties among the crew."
"Two sailors died... One was sacrificed... The chief engineer had his limb amputated... The others were injured to varying degrees... The captain was on the verge of death..."
This was better than Charles had imagined. He thought he would have to replace half of the crew again this time.
Charles looked around and asked in confusion, "Where is that kid Dipper? He shouldn't be dead, right?"
All the crew members looked at the wooden door in the distance, and there was a figure on the floor outside the wooden door.
"Dipper, come here."
Dipper walked in from outside with a bruised face and bandages on his body.
"What's wrong with your face?" Charles asked.
"I beat him. This kid deserves a beating." Chef Frey said fiercely with his arms raised.
With red eyes, Dipper knelt directly on the ground, his face full of shame.
In Dipper's heart, Charles was almost like a father to him, but he almost stabbed him to death.
He felt sad and guilty. If Charles really died because of him, he would never be able to forgive himself in his life.
"You have not received any pay for this mission. This matter is over."
Dipper looked up in astonishment. He had thought he would be kicked out of the Narwhal and return to the streets. But he was let off so easily
"Remember this loss and don't let others fool you again."
Charles has his own plans. Although Dipper is a little naive, he is the one who was trained by his boss and he is trusted by him. The crew members are prone to death, so he must ensure that the team on the ship is his own people.
It is very scary to have no one of your own on the ship. If this happens, the crew members with low loyalty will definitely throw the dying captain overboard, sell the ship directly and divide the money together.
Tears kept flowing from Dipper's eyes, and he nodded desperately. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never let this happen again!
Charles's eyes moved from Dipper to the second mate. "Did you take the gold from the wooden ship?"
"Well, there are people who buy scrap ships in Sodom. The ship was sold. The two items were settled for a total of 1.54 million yuan. The old man received 300,000 yuan for treatment. Oh, and there is not only gold in the ship, but I also found some other things."
(End of this chapter)