Just as Charles was about to pull the black blade out of the corpse, an old voice came from the side, "Can killing people relieve your symptoms? This is really interesting."
Charles turned around and looked at the ship's doctor who had appeared beside him at some point. He was writing something with a pen in his hand.
"How did you come?"
"Your pet mouse dragged me here in such a hurry. I thought something serious had happened, but this is it?" The doctor stepped into a pool of scarlet blood with his limp iron leg.
He held some powder in his hand and sprinkled it on the corpses on the ground. With gurgling sounds, the corpses quickly decomposed.
Soon, several people covered in blood returned to the room again. Dipp, with an excited look on his face, took the mask in his hand and kept playing with it, as if the people he had just killed were not even worth his attention.
James stood up and bowed deeply to everyone excitedly. "Thank you all for your help."
Charles's transparent tentacles lifted him up from his hunched position and asked with some curiosity, "Can't you deal with these people?"
Purple Pyramid's abilities were more than enough to deal with the Dagger Gang or the police who were trying to catch him, and he was curious as to why his chief engineer had to wait until they took action.
"I..." James' face turned red and he was speechless.
Charles knew the character of this big man. To put it nicely, he was too kind, to put it bluntly, he was a little dull. He was never one of the crew members who drank and looked for women. He saved all his money according to the instructions of his dead mother and used it to get married and buy a house.
Doing a life-threatening business on the exploration ship is just like working a nine-to-five office job here.
"Although we don't bully others, it doesn't mean we allow others to stand on our heads and piss on us. Remember, we are not civilians on the coral island. The laws issued by the governor cannot restrict us."
People who don't care about their own lives are unlikely to care about the lives of others. This is why the islanders discriminate against and fear the people at sea.
Hearing the captain's meaningful words, James had a complicated expression. He thought his job was no different from those of other people working on the island, as they were all exchanging labor for money. But now it seems completely different.
"Captain, killing so many people... won't get you into trouble, right?" James said hesitantly.
"It's okay. This is the port area, and those who died were just trash. This little thing won't disturb the island at all. It's over, take your wife back." Charles patted him on the shoulder.
James said goodbye to his companions somewhat awkwardly and walked outside with his wife.
"Wait." James stopped immediately when he heard Charles' shout.
"Go find a blacksmith and have him make you a set of armor and weapons that you can use when you grow bigger. This way, your combat power and defense will be much greater."
"Okay... okay." James nodded with a forced smile.
On the deserted street, Mosica and James walked in silence, both of them had their own thoughts in their hearts. Everything that had just happened was a big shock to them.
Mosica glanced at her husband and whispered, "Can you get off the boat? My bakery is enough for us to live on, you can-"
James showed a hesitant expression on his face, and then shook his head vigorously. "The captain saved my life. Unless the captain stops going out to sea, I will never get off the ship."
Seeing that her obedient husband rarely rejected her request, Mosica lowered her head in grievance. After spending so much time together, she knew that although her husband was gentle, he was still very stubborn in his heart and would not change his decision so easily.
"So... is your mission dangerous?"
Hearing the relaxation in his wife's words, James quickly explained: "It's not dangerous, not dangerous at all, I'm just a turbo burner, what's so dangerous about it."
After saying that, James pulled her into his arms. Monica did not resist and slowly wrapped her arms around his strong body.
"I don't care what you do, I just hope you can come back safely every time. Our children can't be without a father..." Tears flowed from the corners of Mosica's eyes.
"Well, I promise you." The two faces were getting closer and closer.
"If you want to kiss, go home and kiss. Who are you going to show it to in the street?" The doctor, with a wine jug in his hand, walked past them with a gloomy face and limped towards the entrance to the island.
The incident of the Dagger Gang seemed to be just a minor episode and did not cause any waves on Coral Island.
Charles doesn't care about these things. In fact, it doesn't matter if something happens. If it really doesn't work, he can just move to another island.
Of course, there are some changes. Every time Charles walked out of the door, he would inexplicably feel the fearful gazes coming from all around him. When he walked on the street, people around him subconsciously kept a distance from him.
After the storm, Charles was troubled by the previous problem again: how to rest? Island landing festivals don't come every day.
In the end, he simply gave up control of his body and let Richard do whatever he wanted.
At first, Richard was ecstatic and went to various entertainment venues to have fun, but after a week, he got bored. He rolled over on the bed, shouting that he was so bored.
After all, both of them are Gao Zhiming. Even though they have different personalities, they are actually similar inside. They both long to go home and don't want to waste their time in such a place.
After thinking about it, Charles suddenly remembered that he had a few acquaintances in the Explorers Association. He turned and walked towards the association. He also wanted to find a way to lift the curse of God from these people.
"What did you say? They're all out to sea?"
Seeing Charles's surprised expression, the staff of the association nodded and said, "Captain Elizabeth of the Black Rose found a living island. She invited all the captains she knew to go there and formed an attacking fleet and set out to sea."
Charles walked out of the association with an irritated look on his face. This feeling of helplessness was really uncomfortable.
"Hey, what do you have in mind?" he asked his other personality in his mind.
"Let's go find the old man. He said rest is the best cure for auditory hallucinations. He's a doctor, so he has to explain how to treat it."
After hearing this, Charles found that it was true and turned around and walked towards the island.
The doctor had told him the address, and Charles quickly found the doctor's place, an old hotel.
The doctor was very impatient with Charles's arrival. He held a few wires and said irritably, "What's wrong?"
"Are you trying to charge the Black Mirror?"
"It's none of your business, why are you looking for me?" The doctor threw the thread in his hand behind him.
"How long do you need to rest? I think I've rested long enough."
The doctor put his ugly face close to Charles' eyeballs for a while, then took out a piece of smelly mucus from his pocket. "Eat it."
Charles took a deep breath, tilted his head back and swallowed it. In an instant, the whispering in his ears was as loud as a bell, and everything in front of him began to distort.
This situation lasted for three minutes before slowly returning to normal. The doctor shook his head as he looked at Charles' rapid breathing.
"No, there's not enough time. Go on. I'll send you the conditioning potion in a week."
"Old man, what does it mean to rest? I can't find a way to rest! I want to go out to sea!" Richard, who took control of the body, said angrily.
"As an exploration captain, you don't even know how to have fun? Joy fruit, alcohol, gambling, bitches, psychedelic mushrooms, even if you can just paint every day like that blind man, don't bother me, I'm busy!"
With a bang, the doctor's door was closed.
(End of this chapter)