Chapter 317: The Price

This kind of sound is different from the previous whispering sound. The sound that suddenly exploded in the ears was as piercing and loud as firecrackers, followed by strong tinnitus.

Charles clenched his back molars, covered his prickly ears with his hands, and fought back the pain.

The bandage next to him supported Charles' body with his hands, and his mouth covered with green moss opened and closed, as if to say something.

But at this time Charles couldn't hear at all, and the violent roar in his ears sounded again.

"Ywaq gag qam, lwhuk h'iwn agthu!!"

Charles felt a horrible burning smell began to permeate the surroundings, the tingling pain in his ears continued unabated, the blood in his body began to flow faster, his mouth opened and he gasped heavily.

A nameless anger ignited in Charles' heart, everything in front of him was dyed red, his eyes suddenly stared at the bandage beside him, his fingers sometimes opened and sometimes closed.

A desire suddenly emerged in his heart and drove him to pinch his first mate's neck and squeeze it down with all his strength.

Charles knew that this feeling was absolutely wrong, so he closed his eyes and forced himself to endure it.

However, when he regained consciousness again, he was horrified to find that he had already done this, and the bandaged neck had collapsed under his pressure.

"Ahhh!!" Charles let go of his hand trembling all over, and he clenched his fist with his right hand and kept hitting his face. "Quick!! Lock me up! Lock me up!"

"Swish, swish~" The ropes on the deck shot over in an instant, and they twisted and quickly wrapped around Charles' body, binding him tightly.

The captain's abnormality caught the attention of all the crew members. They looked at the twisting Charles anxiously, and the relaxed atmosphere above the Narwhal suddenly became a little dignified.

This abnormal state did not last long. After half an hour, Charles, who had broken three ropes, finally calmed down. His body was soaked in sweat and he looked like he was fished out of the sea.

Something changed in his body, some dark red spots appeared on his previously white skin.

But Charles didn't pay attention to this at all. The first thing he did when he woke up, he immediately looked at the bandage next to him, and found that he was standing beside him as if nothing had happened, and then he sat down on the ground.

"Ahem~" Because of the roar, Charles felt that his throat had been hurt, and he felt that his mouth was full of rust.

"There is a problem with this kind of thing. Extraordinary power is not so easy to obtain." Charles thought to himself.

Linda walked over and immediately checked Charles' mental state, but the result was not very good.

"Your spirit seems to be polluted again, but it's a little different from the mental pollution caused by the whispering before. I can't figure it out. I need to go back and discuss it with the teacher."

Charles, who was paralyzed on the ground, nodded silently. The feeling just now was too terrifying. If it weren't for the amazing recovery ability of the bandage, he would have strangled his crew to death.

He didn't want his abnormality to hurt others, so he had to find a way to control himself.

Soon, a pair of heavy handcuffs and shackles transformed from communication tubes were made, and Charles, who was wearing these things, was firmly held in a cargo compartment, and no one was allowed to approach.

Then Charles also appeared in a state of rage several times, but under custody, he did not cause too much harm.

Charles began to live the life of a prisoner on the Narwhal, which he did not last long.

While Charles was writing in his diary with a pen, the blue Lily twisted her small body and got in through the tiny gap in the door.

"Don't come here! Stay away from me!" Charles' voice was a little hoarse. He was not suitable for contacting Lily in this situation. He was afraid that he would suddenly fall ill, so he directly twisted Lily's head off.

"Mr. Charles! We're home!" Lily said with joy in her voice.

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Lasto Herman slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head. It took him a long time to come to his senses. He had already retired, and he was no longer the ship doctor of the Narwhal.

My mission on the ship is over, and a new ship doctor has been cultivated, and then I just have to wait for death.

Although he told everyone that he didn't care at all, in fact, Lasto still cared very much in his heart.

After lying on the bed for half an hour, he picked up the mechanical watch and found that it was after four o'clock in the afternoon. Then he stood up slowly and sat on the wheelchair next to him.

The steel prosthetic limbs on his hands and feet have been replaced, and the two heavy iron hangings on his body are too heavy, and his old body cannot support such heavy things.

Lasto pushed the wheelchair out of the door with one hand and walked into the restaurant closest to home. The waiter seemed to be very familiar with this old man who looked like a beggar, so he didn't come to ask what he wanted to eat, and walked directly to the back kitchen.

Soon a piece of food was delivered to Lasto, freshly picked fresh apple sausage, toast bread spread with butter, and rich shipworm soup, this is definitely a sumptuous feast breakfast.

But as a doctor, Lasto knew that his weak stomach could not digest these things at all, and if he really wanted to eat them all, these things could easily send him away.

He tore off a bit of bread with one hand, dipped it into the soup, and stuffed it slowly into his mouth.

He has very little time now, but he has a lot of time, so he can take his time with everything.

In the end, after spending an hour destroying half a piece of bread and half a bowl of soup, he raised his hand to the waiter in the distance, signaling for the check.

"Mr. Lasto, I have told you many times before that some of your expenses will be reimbursed by the Governor's Mansion."

As if he didn't hear it, Lasto Herman slapped the two green Echo Coins on the table, then pushed the wheelchair away with a blank expression.

He has money, but these things are just some numbers in the bank to him now.

The streets of Hope Island seem to be a lot more prosperous, and various high-rise buildings stand up. But Lasto Herman didn't pay attention to these, he pushed his wheelchair to the school gate two streets away.

It was the newly opened school in Hope Island. The clean and tidy white teaching building made people feel at ease.

He sat next to a vendor of grilled octopus tentacles, as if waiting for something.

"Dangdangdang~" the bell rang, and the students started get out of class.

The heavy school gate opened, and a large group of children, big and small, ran madly past Rastor Herman. They carried cloth satchels on their waists and innocent smiles on their faces.

Some students with pocket money surrounded the grilled octopus stall, shouting happily.

Lasto listened to the energetic voices around him, a slight smile appeared on his terrifying face.

He loved being around these kids, being with them, he felt like his depleted body was alive again.

But because of the scar on his face, every time he talks to other children, he will make them cry.

"Charles, don't look crazy, but this school is really good." Lasto's fingers covered with age spots tapped lightly on the wheelchair.

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