Charles sat on the dock, looking at a cargo ship being unloaded in the distance, and began to paint on the drawing board in front of him.
Make the shape, lay the color blocks, press the projection, add reflections, and gradually, a unique landscape watercolor painting appears on the drawing board.
Charles never thought that the enhanced body brought by 096 would also be useful in painting.
"How do you feel?" Charles asked another personality in his mind.
"It's okay. Is the ambient color a little dark?" The hand holding the paintbrush moved on its own, adding some details.
The doctor just said it casually at first, but Charles carefully considered his other options and finally chose painting to relieve stress.
At first Charles was just playing around, but as he drew the scenes in his mind, he became increasingly fascinated.
The appearance of his family, the scenery on the ground, and various tall buildings, one by one, beautiful or ugly watercolor paintings were painted by Charles. It is a very fulfilling thing to be able to create the works that you have in mind.
In any case, Charles achieved his goal. With this hobby, he no longer had to think about going out to sea all day long. He could stay quietly on the island, waiting for the island to take away the pollution brought by the sea.
Three months passed, and as Charles' painting skills became more and more sophisticated, the fatigue and haggardness on his face that had never disappeared faded a lot.
While the two were discussing their work, a group of sailors from a distance were walking towards them, arm in arm.
One of them, a middle-aged man with a mole on his forehead, noticed Charles who was painting.
He leaned over to take a look and said in surprise: "Look, this gentleman is drawing our ship! It's so lifelike!"
A group of sailors gathered around and joined in the fun excitedly.
Charles didn't like this kind of occasion very much. He was about to leave with his sketchpad. Just as he stood up, the sailor with a mole on his face said with a flattering smile: "Sir, can you draw a picture for me?"
Charles' eyebrows jumped. "What are you drawing?"
"Do you know the Spider Islands under Governor He Fang's jurisdiction? The cargo we are transporting this time is the spider silk from there. My son has always wanted to know what it looks like there. I would like you to draw a picture for him to see. He has never been to other islands."
Looking at his expectant eyes, Charles thought for a while and then sat down, skillfully laying out the color blocks on the canvas. "Okay."
"Great! Let me tell you what the archipelago looks like. The island is really scary. Whether it's the trees or the roofs, they are all covered with white spider silk, and the spiders there are very big. Much bigger than humans—"
"No need to explain." Charles interrupted him, and the brush painted on the paper skillfully.
As the details were slowly filled in, a white island port appeared on the drawing paper.
Behind the densely packed human buildings are dense spider silks, with dots of red light hidden within the silks. That is the red light from the spider's eyes. If you look carefully, you can even see the outline of a spider that is bigger than the house.
"Oh, it's so lifelike, it looks just like the real thing. Mr. Painter, have you ever been to that island before?"
Spider Island provides a large amount of clothing materials to the entire Earthsea human race. Charles has been a cargo ship captain for several years, so of course he has also sailed that route.
"Thank you. My son will be very happy with this." The sailor took the drawing paper and ran towards the dock exit.
When the other sailors saw this scene, they came over excitedly.
"Mr. Painter, do you draw human heads? How about drawing one for me? I'm afraid I'll die at sea and my daughter has forgotten what I look like."
"Woo-woo-woo~" A low whistle silenced the sailors' arguments.
When Charles saw the appearance of a ship in the distance, his indifferent expression immediately became serious. The hull had a white triangular standard. It was the ship of the Sun God Cult.
Charles walked straight through the sailors towards the dock. His excellent eyesight allowed him to immediately see Kede standing at the bow. His previous kind expression completely disappeared. At this moment, Kede was like a gambler with red eyes, with excitement and lethargy in his eyes.
Before the ship dropped anchor, Ke De stumbled down the shaky wooden ladder, holding a box the size of a watermelon in his hand.
"Here, give me the nautical chart! Hurry up!" The box was thrown over roughly.
Inside the box was a Songni head wrapped in lime, his eyes wide open. Even though he was dead, Charles could see the viciousness and madness in his eyes.
"It took you a lot of effort to kill him, didn't it?" Charles grabbed Sonny's hair and lifted him out.
"Give! Me! the! map!" Kede gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression, as if if Charles didn't give it to him, he would eat him alive next.
"Don't be in a hurry." Charles held the head in his hands and turned to walk towards his hotel. Ke De, with a gloomy face, followed him with a group of subordinates.
"There are no signs of disguise on the face, and there is only a layer of skin. There are also steel needles from the Church of Light in the brain. It seems that this thing is real." After confirming that it was correct, Charles threw the head into the smelly garbage dump next to him.
When Charles saw Sonny's death, he didn't feel too emotional. If he wanted to kill him, then of course he would fight back. He was just using Kede's hand to clear the obstacles to his return home.
"Creaky~" The door of Charles's residence opened, and Lily, who was sitting on the table, dropped the pencil on her shoulder and jumped to the ground. "Mr. Charles, are you back from sketching so early today?"
Charles picked her up and stroked the smooth hair on her back. He glanced at Kede next to him and said, "Let the crew gather. It's time to rest long enough."
"Okay." Lily glanced at Kede behind her, then quickly ran out along the corner of the wall, and the brown mice in the house quickly followed.
"Snap." The page of the diary with the sea chart was displayed in front of Kede. The holy man of the Sun God Cult stretched out his hands to take it, but then shrank back in fear. He waved hurriedly to his subordinates beside him.
A Sun God believer nearby quickly brought over a square metal box.
As he operated it for a while, Charles realized that it was actually an old-fashioned camera.
After taking the photo, Ke De took the diary, focused on it and read it in detail.
After a long moment, he looked up at Charles in front of him. "Have you checked the coordinates?"
"I've been here before." Charles pointed to the island where 1002 existed. "Based on its coordinates, we can easily infer the location of other islands."
"Good! Very good! Great!! I'm about to find the land of light!! Hahahaha!!!" Ke De excitedly clapped his hands on the table like a child.
(End of this chapter)