Chapter 120 Seal

"Did anything go wrong?" Charles asked the doctor.

"It's not very clear. At present, it seems that there is nothing abnormal about your body."

"But my head still hurts."

"Don't ask me for this kind of trouble. You asked for it yourself. If you go to sea so frequently, the headache is considered light. If that happens again, please notify me immediately. I don't see any abnormal problems like this at present. Here we go, nice new tattoo."

The doctor stood up and was about to walk towards the door.

The last words of the ship doctor made Charles tremble all over. "I have a tattoo? Where is it?"

Seeing that Charles kept looking at himself and didn't want to be faking, the puzzled doctor pointed to the junction of his neck and collarbone. "Is this really not your new tattoo?"

Charles hurriedly took out a mirror from the side drawer. In contrast, Charles quickly found something abruptly added to his body.

The thing was black and looked like a dead spider curled up into a ball, but the "spider" had spiral lines on its legs, and it was a little twisted.

It is said to be a tattoo, but it feels more like some kind of traces that have been corroded by something, and the feel is similar to fine gauze paper with pits and holes.

"You really didn't get the tattoo?" The doctor took out a small dagger and scratched it. It was found that those blacks seemed to be the skin itself, and there was no black peeling off.

"I have nothing to do with this tattoo? Could it be some kind of skin disease?"

"Not like, is there any itching or pain?"

"No, it's just a headache."

"The... powerful...has noticed you...."

Charles and the doctor looked towards the door together, standing there covered in wet bandages, looking straight into the cabin.

"You know this thing? Why are you wet?" Charles regained some strength and sat up.

The bandage nodded silently, and walked in slowly.

"This is... the imprint of the Mighty One. I just... noticed His looking this way... I... thought He was here to pick me up, I went to find Him... But He wasn't... ...He is drawn to you..."

"God Fortan? Why do I have its mark on me? Someone cursed me?" Looking at the weird thing in the mirror, Charles' face was a little ugly.

"No... this is... a blessing... Captain... do you also believe in the Almighty?"

"How is it possible?" Charles didn't expect that he would have a relationship with this disgusting cult one day.

"Then why... you get... this kind of blessing... I teach... this kind of ceremony is a... great... honor... only... those who have been empowered have the opportunity... to get this kind of blessing... kind of blessing."

"What's the use of this thing?" Charles stroked the scar on his neck with his hands. Since this is a blessing, there should be some kind of benefit, right?

"Your soul... already belongs to God Ftan..."

"What kind of good thing is this? Is there any specific point?" Faced with Charles' question, Bandage didn't speak, and stood there motionless.

Charles thought of something, reached over and pulled off the bandage around his neck, and found that there was no such thing on his body.

"This kind of blessing...is very precious, I don't have..., but I have seen the ceremony, the priest...not only has to sacrifice...a large part of his body, but also has to sacrifice many... sacrifices, to please our God..."

"Do you know someone from the cult? Why would someone add this to you?" The doctor raised his head and took a sip.

Charles shook his head, "It's impossible, I have nothing to do with them, the only communication I have is that I found something for them from a very strange island a long time ago..."

Speaking of this, Charles' pupils shrank, and he suddenly thought of the monsters with twisted tentacles facing God Ftan on the temple murals, and a thought appeared in his mind. "Do monsters without self-awareness have faith?"

"What's the matter, did you think of something?" the doctor asked.

"It's okay, you go out."

Both of them were very surprised by Charles' sudden change, but they turned and left without saying anything.

The flame of the oil lamp next to him swayed from side to side with the ups and downs of the ship, making Charles' face flicker.

"Mr. Charles, what's the matter with you?" Lily jumped on his knee and looked up.

Charles didn't speak. He stroked Lily's hair with his hand, took out the portrait of Anna in the diary and stared blankly.

"Mr. Charles, do you miss this monster sister?"

"yes."

"Then why don't you go to her? With her?"

"Because I can't."

"Why not? My sister likes you too. Why can't two people who like each other be together. Because she is a monster? Does Mr. Charles only want to be with people?"

"Yeah, why not?" Charles put Lily in his hand on the table next to him, lifted the sheet and walked to the deck.

The cool sea breeze blowing on his face refreshed Charles a lot.

"Is it you? Are you still concerned about me?" Charles asked in a low voice facing the dark front with a complex expression.

Of course, no one answered Charles' words in the environment in front of him, only the sound of the waves being broken by the bow of the ship responded to him.

Touching the tattoo on his neck with his hands, many images flashed through his mind, and finally Charles' eyes slowly became firm.

"Why not? Maybe you can, wait for me, I will come back to pick you up when I find the exit!"

When such a decision was made, Charles instantly felt relieved, and the troubles that had plagued him for a long time finally disappeared.

Lily was right, since they both cared about each other, there was nothing to worry about. My trip to the Earth Sea was coming to an end soon, and I didn't want to leave with regrets.

As for Anna's physical problem, Charles decided to find a solution together after he got out. Even if he couldn't find a solution, as long as it could change the recipe, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Thinking about the bright future, Charles' mood gradually improved, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he even wanted to hum a song.

"Pa-ta~" A strange voice under the bow made Charles quickly pull out the revolver at his waist.

"Mr. Charles, it's me, the captain of the Sea Razor behind you."

A wet figure climbed up along the hull, and there was still a mass of black lacquer in his mouth. Charles took a closer look and found that it was a sea turtle.

The most striking thing about this guy who just climbed out of the sea is his dark green hair like seaweed, coupled with his shriveled facial features, it's really not good-looking.

"Hello, hello, my name is Feuerbach. I have introduced my identity to you before. I am very glad to be able to participate in this voyage. Are you our leader? You look very young."

As soon as Feuerbach finished speaking, without waiting for Charles to reply, he took out a dagger and began to clean the turtle's back of the barnacles that had sunk into its flesh.