"I agree to the deal." Charles said to the doctor who was stitching the wound.
The doctor stopped working and raised the corners of his scarred mouth, revealing a terrifying smile. "Really? That's great. I will definitely give you the best medicine to restore your brain to health."
"But the terms of the deal must be changed. I can give you the hand... "Black Mirror", but you have to become my ship's doctor."
If he had learned anything from his previous battles, it was that there was always a ship doctor on board, and if there had been a highly skilled ship doctor on board during the last battle, the casualties would definitely have been much better.
The doctor lowered his head and began to sew the flesh again. "You are not the first person who wants to find me as a ship's doctor. Their ship is bigger and stronger than yours. Why should I choose you?"
"Because I have something you want. Since you value the black mirror so much, you should not only need this object, but also want to know its origin, right?"
"It just so happens that I know all of this. As long as you become my ship's doctor, I can tell you everything behind that thing, provided you believe what I say."
After stitching the wound, the doctor stepped back and looked at Charles carefully, as if trying to read his thoughts from his face. "Show me the black mirror again."
Charles threw the phone over. He watched the doctor stroke the black screen with his hand, and suddenly a tenderness appeared on his face that was totally inconsistent with his appearance.
Seeing him like that, Charles really wanted to know what he was recalling. "Did he ever have a cell phone?"
"Bang!" The doctor slammed his iron hand against the edge of the bed. "Two years. I'll stay on your ship for two years. Tell me everything."
"Deal, that thing is yours now. You can always ask me about it after you get on board."
As long as he becomes the ship's doctor of the Narwhal, it can be guaranteed that he will not give the phone to anyone else. Moreover, two years is enough time for Charles to understand the doctor's character and make further plans.
“nglui mglw… nafh…”
The whispering sounded in Charles' ears. He watched the doctor in front of him quickly transform into a monster. This time it was even more serious. He felt that his consciousness was like clothes thrown into a washing machine, tumbling constantly and could fall apart at any time.
Charles reached for the gel inside his clothes with trembling hands. As soon as he took it out, he was knocked away by the tentacles of the deformed monster in front of him. It rolled up a cup of potion and handed it to him.
Looking at the monster in front of him that kept changing its shape, Charles knew it was a doctor. He took the potion with trembling hands and drank it.
The monster left, and after a while, it brought more potions, not only potions but also various tablets and ointments.
All kinds of strange smells washed over Charles' taste buds again and again, making him almost lose his sense of taste.
"Doctor! How long will it take?" Charles covered his head with his hands and shouted in pain to the deformed monster in front of him. The potion did not work immediately.
The six lampreys on the monster's belly opened their mouths and said something, but Charles' ears were blocked by the murmurs and he could not hear any other sounds.
At this moment, everything that was distorted slowly began to shrink, and the ugly giant face of Rasto Hermann appeared in front of Charles again.
"Is it cured?"
The doctor looked a little anxious. He kept scratching his half-white hair with his iron hands, and dandruff flew everywhere. "Impossible! How can the Silencing Salt have no effect!!"
Looking at him like this, Charles got the answer. It seemed that his auditory hallucination was not so easy to cure.
Lasto suddenly rushed to Charles nervously and stared into his eyes.
Charles subconsciously tried to hide, but the doctor held his head tightly. "Don't move!"
"God? I've seen him twice, once eight years ago and once not long ago."
This answer seemed to stimulate Lasto. He trembled and angrily chopped the floor with his steel legs. "I knew it. I should have guessed it earlier. There is nothing wrong with my medicine! There is absolutely nothing wrong with my medicine!!"
"Is this disease related to gods?"
"God?"
The doctor sneered, "I don't know if they are some bullshit gods, I just know that anyone who has anything to do with them will end up in a miserable situation."
"Can you cure this disease?"
"It's not a disease, you know? It's a curse! It's a piece of shit! It can kill you just by looking at it, and you're calling it a god! Humph!"
The doctor's ugly face came closer again, and his trembling eyes stared at Charles.
"I can suppress this symptom, but it's only temporary. If you want to survive, you have to find a way to get rid of the curse yourself. I'm not good at that."
Thinking about the auction in half a month, Charles made a decision in his mind. "Then help me suppress it first, I will take care of some personal matters first."
The search for the surface has reached a critical moment, and he doesn't want to be distracted by other things at this time. As long as he can return to the surface, everything will be fine.
The doctor grabbed a fist-sized sea spider from the bottle under the bed, and walked to the table to prepare medicine. "Let me make it clear first, Captain, if you die within two years, it will be considered that I have fulfilled my promise."
"Sure, as long as you don't poison me in advance in order to complete the task ahead of time."
"Poisoning? You are insulting a doctor!!"
Over the next ten days, Charles continued to taste the various strange potions prepared by the old man.
Although the smells were not satisfactory, Charles was obviously in much better spirits. Even if the murmurs appeared, they were only as big as mosquitoes, and the hallucinations never appeared again.
And with the improved recovery ability brought by the Black Blade, Charles' wounds were almost healed in just over ten days, and his body returned to its peak.
"Captain, are you sure that guy is our ship's doctor? I secretly saw him adding gunpowder into the pills you took the day before yesterday." Second Mate Krona asked worriedly.
Charles paused while writing in his diary, then continued writing, "Do your own thing. How are the crew members feeling?"
"It's OK. They know the name of this place and don't dare to wander around. Captain, how long will we stay here?"
"It won't be long." Charles had just finished speaking when a bat burst through the door and transformed into the form of Odrick. "Captain, the Sodom auction is about to begin!"
Charles put on his captain's coat and walked towards the captain's room.
Under the leadership of Orderic, Charles soon came to a wooden boat. The boat was lying sideways, and a door had been dug out where the keel should have been. This was now the venue for Sodom's auction.
(End of this chapter)