Charles did not tell his crew about what had happened recently. The first reason was, of course, not to let them worry, and the second was that they could not help much with things of this magnitude.
Charles thought about it, then patted him on the shoulder with a somewhat melancholy look, "Forget it, just stay on the island honestly. If possible, just live with your family like this and enjoy a normal life with peace of mind."
Bandage's eyes showed confusion, and he asked in a low voice: "But... I am immortal... When my family members die of old age, where should I go..."
"Maybe I will lose my memory again... and start wandering again... to find my own... memory..."
Charles looked at him with some complexity, he didn't know how to answer this question.
After so much time, the bandage's immortality and his poor memory, the answer was still not found.
I probably won’t go out to sea again, and these secrets will never be found again.
Bandage suddenly raised his head and said to Charles with a resolute look: If you are still alive by then, please... kill me. "
As a companion who lives together day and night, Charles almost guessed what the Bandage was thinking. He didn't want to become another person again, and he wanted to end this curse of eternal life.
Charles was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled at him. "Okay, it's a deal. When the time comes, I'll take you on your way."
A rare sincere smile appeared on the bandaged face, "Thank you..."
On that day, the two men sat in front of the old ship doctor's tombstone and talked a lot with the half-full bottle of wine in the bottle. They were having a great time chatting, and even Bandage's speech speed increased a lot.
When there was not a drop of wine left, both of them were a little tipsy. Charles put his hand on the other's shoulder and staggered out of the cemetery while talking about the past on the Narwhal.
"If things really calm down, we can get together every now and then. Don't stop working on the ship, or our relationship will become distant."
"okay!"
Just as they reached the door, Tuba, with a white beard, came in carrying a shovel.
After greeting the two of them warmly, he ran to the side next to Lily's tombstone, grabbed a shovel and started digging.
"What are you doing?" Charles asked puzzledly.
"I'll dig the hole and bury the coffin first. I'm afraid such a good place will be occupied by someone else. Hehe, it's a good thing I died early." Tuba chuckled, as if he felt he had made a great bargain.
Charles was speechless about his behavior. He turned around and prepared to leave, but when he reached the gate of the cemetery, he suddenly stopped.
He was thinking about something while looking at Tuba who was digging his grave. Soon his gaze caught Tuba's attention. The old man wiped the sweat off his face and smiled silly.
"Tuba, you remember that you have the ability to travel through angles, does that mean you can affect reality from that angle?"
Tuba ignored Charles and picked up the shovel to continue working, but Charles knew that the real Tuba must be listening.
He rushed forward, grabbed the short old man Tuba and lifted him directly into the air, his expression very nervous.
"Since you are a prophet, you should know the location of the Foundation's central computer, right? Can you reach its location from another angle?"
Charles had been to another angle and he knew that the situation there was completely different from the formal world. Looking back now, he couldn't even think of how to describe that bizarre world in words.
But no matter how weird it is, it is better to think of a solution from this aspect than to rush in head-on.
"I know you can hear me, stop grinning!" Tuba's bald head swayed left and right as Charles shook his head.
Tuba, who was shaken by the shaking, pointed to the hole he had just dug next to him. "Do you think my grave looks good?"
Charles frowned, looked at the hole, then looked at Tuba, and asked hesitantly, "Are you trying to say...if you go there, you will die? Did you foresee that you would die at SITE2?"
Tuba didn't say anything. He struggled to jump down, picked up the hoe and continued digging. This time Charles was not in a hurry to leave. He stayed beside him and watched attentively.
He knew that the other party must have left some clues somewhere, and sure enough, he soon saw that there was something wrong with the rhythm of the shovel, sometimes slow and sometimes fast.
After quickly memorizing it a few times, Charles discovered that this sound was the code used by ships to communicate with each other using whistles when sailing on the sea.
One long sound, one short sound, and then one long sound and one short sound means agreeing to the other party's request.
Charles was immediately delighted. There was a chance. Tuba could attack the foundation's central computer from another angle!
Before he could be happy for long, he felt complicated when he saw the hole dug by Tuba. It seemed that Tuba knew that he would not be able to come back, so he prepared the grave.
In order to overthrow the Foundation, sacrifice was necessary, but he couldn't help but feel heavy at the thought that Tuba would actually die.
But it would be unacceptable to give up such a good opportunity.
"Thank you, that's all I can say now. Do you have any wish that I can fulfill for you?"
Tuba ignored him and threw the shovel in his hand excitedly, running towards the entrance of the cemetery. "I'm going to find Lily to come and have a look! See how my cemetery looks like!"
Looking at his receding back, Charles felt that this was not going to work. He needed to have a more detailed conversation with Tuba. "Sparkling!"
Soon, Charles and Tuba were teleported all over the sea by Shanshan. They were on Hope Island one second and on Cat Island the next.
Charles didn't know if this method could stop those angle guardians. He just hoped that he could communicate with Tuba longer.
As the surrounding environment began to change, the crazy Tuba began to become rational.
"Charles, do what you want to do. This is the end I see, and this is my last stop. You don't owe me anything."
Time is precious, and since the other party is so open-minded, he doesn't intend to waste it. "What are you going to do? Can you reach the central computer from that angle?"
Hearing this, Tuba showed a sly smile on his face, "It's not about what I should do, but what you should do. This time, you have to follow me too."
"Me? I can't!" No matter what Tuba was thinking, Charles' life was no longer his own life, his life was related to everything in the entire Earthsea.
"Don't worry, you won't die. I'm an unarmed old man. If I go there, I won't be able to do anything with the central computer without help, so you have to go."
(End of this chapter)