The doctor glanced at Charles who was getting used to the new thing, and reminded him in a low voice: "Don't think that thing is so good. As a doctor, I would like to remind you that no matter how good the new things on your body are, they are not as good as the old ones."
Charles put down the prosthesis, thought for a moment and asked the doctor: "This thing doesn't seem to be just mechanical."
"Humph, that guy dares to approach anyone in order to transform his body into a machine. You'd better stay away from him in the future. Just because I know him doesn't mean I'm familiar with him."
Just when Charles was about to say something, Richard suddenly took the floor.
"These prosthetic techniques all use the soul, so are those who use magic very familiar with the soul level?"
"Most of the magic tricks are in the Western Sea. I don't know much about them. Why are you asking this?"
Charles was equally puzzled, "Yes, why are you asking that?"
"Man, magic! It's such an interesting thing, shouldn't we try it?" Richard said excitedly.
The doctor shook his head. "Don't even think about that. Those guys are very xenophobic. They basically only teach people from their own family. And this thing may not be as useful as you think. If they were really that powerful, they would have occupied the entire ocean long ago, instead of shrinking to those few islands and lingering on."
"Is that so? What a pity! I thought I could learn an extra skill." Richard said regretfully and instantly shrank back.
But at this moment, Charles' expression became a little ferocious, and he froze in place with his hands covering his head.
His strange behavior attracted the attention of the surrounding islanders.
The doctor put down the flagon and examined it carefully, then stood by and did nothing.
A few minutes later, the whispering sound in his ear disappeared, and Charles, with a somewhat grim expression, turned his gaze to the old man beside him.
"You should bear with this level of auditory hallucinations for now. Come back to me when you have visual hallucinations. As I said before, if you don't want to suffer this kind of torture, just go to the island."
Charles put his hand down and continued walking towards the Bat Hotel without saying anything.
"Creaky~" The door of Room 303 was pushed open by Charles. As soon as he came in, he saw several plates of indescribable dishes on the table, and Lily's mouse was moving quickly between them.
"Mr. Charles, you're back. Wow! Are you pretending to be a newbie?" The white mouse Lily jumped in front of him and climbed up his trouser legs.
"Where did you buy those?" Charles reached out and took her off his body, pointing at the table with his hand.
Lily stood on Charles' palm and propped up her little head. "I made these. Try them. They are delicious."
Charles felt really uncomfortable watching the mouse running between the plates, but when he saw Lily's expectant expression, he finally walked over.
"Why did you think of cooking for me?"
"My mom is at home today, teaching me how to cook. She said that a girl must have good cooking skills. I learned a lot hiding beside her. Try this. This is my mom's most famous sweet fish soup."
Lily jumped from her hand to the table, squatted in front of a pot of soup, and wagged her tail excitedly.
After looking at the white mouse, Charles scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth. Instantly, extreme sweetness exploded in his mouth, as if there was no water in the soup and the liquid was all made of white sugar.
"How much sugar did you put in this?" Charles swallowed hard and put down the spoon.
"Is it not delicious? But Tiao Tiao and the others clearly said it was delicious." Lily's little ears drooped sadly.
Seeing it like this, Charles hesitated for a moment, picked up the knife and fork, and started cutting the black meat on the plate beside him.
After chewing it for a while, Charles said to Lily: "The fish soup is not good, but the meat is good."
At this time, Richard spoke in his mind, "Hurry up and spit it out secretly! If you want to commit suicide by swallowing carbon, don't take me with you."
"Stop talking nonsense," Charles swallowed the food in his mouth and continued eating without changing his expression.
"Mr. Charles, will you leave me in the future?" Lily asked suddenly, causing Charles to stop chewing.
"Why do you say that?"
"I just feel that Mr. Charles doesn't seem to like it here and looks like he's going to leave at any time." The white mouse squatted on the table and supported his cheek with his little paws.
"Maybe, but you can't follow me forever. You have to go home."
"But I'm a mouse now, and my family doesn't want me anymore. Charles, can you please not leave?" Lily leaned over and snuggled up to Charles reluctantly.
Charles stopped the knife and fork in his hand, touched her furry head with his hand, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.
Lily is not only one of his crew members. After so many months of getting along with each other, the relationship between the two lonely people is more like a family who rely on each other.
"I do need to leave here, but if you want to come, I can take you to my place. It's very big and a mouse won't take up much space."
"Charles, where are you going? What's it like there?"
"That's my home. There are a lot of food you can't even imagine there. You just need to click your finger and they will fly to your home. There are also all kinds of fun things there..."
Listening to Charles talking about all kinds of incredible things, Lily's eyes lit up slightly, and she squatted on the table and listened with relish.
This time they didn't rest for too long when they returned to the port. After they became fully proficient in the new prosthetic limbs, Charles couldn't wait to notify the crew to gather at the dock to replenish supplies and prepare for departure.
Charles' spirit was shaken as he breathed in the sea breeze. He always felt that he was truly alive only when he was moving forward on the boat.
"Captain, how does your hand work?" The boatswain looked at Charles' prosthesis with some curiosity.
Charles pointed to the rope next to him and said to him, "Don't think about other things while you are working. Ask the sailors to replace the rope with a new one."
Charles turned and walked towards the captain's room. The diary was opened, and the tip of the fountain pen scratched across the paper, leaving lines of Chinese characters.
"Travel through 9 years on February 24
The newbie was much more useful than I expected, and I’m glad that my strength didn’t decrease with the broken arm.
The Narwhal set sail again, this time heading for another island in the island chain.
No one who has been to this island has ever returned. It is definitely dangerous. There are only a few islands left that can be reached by steamships. I have a feeling that we will discover something on this voyage.
I have finished the character cards today, you can go and take a look. And thank you all for your tips, I put my best effort into writing this book.
(End of this chapter)