Chapter 318 Good Luck

Just when Rastor thought so, a boy ran over cautiously holding two skewers of squid.

Dark brown covered his head like a pot lid, "Sir, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

A terrifying smile appeared on Lasto's face, he shook his head lightly, "No, you can eat."

Seeing this, the little boy stretched out his hand to hold the snack forward, with a shy smile on his face. "Eat this if you're hungry. My mother has dinner ready at home. I know it's hard to be hungry."

Just as Lasto was about to say something, he saw a few shallow healed scars on his hands, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared in his heart. "How's your hand? Who did it?"

The little boy shrank back in embarrassment. "I accidentally cut it when I was helping my mother weave a fishing net, but that was all in the past. I haven't knit a fishing net for a long time."

When Lasto heard this, the anger on his face slowly dissipated. "It's also a child of a poor family."

"That was before. Now I can eat enough to eat every day, and I can learn a lot of knowledge in school. I feel very happy."

Just as the little boy was saying this, a girl ran over and held his hand.

"Goodbye, sir. I'm going home with my sister," Wester's younger brother said, handing a string of shredded squid to his sister, holding her hand and running towards home.

Lasto looked at his distant brothers and sisters with a hint of envy in his eyes. He had never had this kind of emotion in the past. He sometimes thought that it would be great if he could suddenly become a child and go to school with them.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a bald woman with a triangle tattoo on her forehead passing by the two brothers and sisters, and the smile on his face slowly narrowed.

"Are you back? How is it? Is anyone dead?" He said to the woman.

"Teacher, the captain's spirit is in some trouble. This symptom is a bit like the burning soul disease that was prevalent in the South China Sea."

"Hmph, this kid just doesn't make people feel at ease, push me over to have a look." Even though he said so, the old man's spirit seemed to improve a lot in an instant after receiving the news.

Soon, Lasto saw Charles who was locked in the basement of the Governor's Mansion, and also learned what happened.

"Where's the bandage? Is it just you? Where is he now?"

"He's doing well, and there's nothing wrong with him. He got off the Narwhal and boarded a passenger ship to the South China Sea. He's going to some place where the gods descended to lift the curse of the gods."

Lasto, who was sitting in a wheelchair, frowned and looked at the dark red spots on Charles' body, as well as some papers in his hand.

"It shouldn't be the burning soul disease. Your symptoms are a bit like the plague that was prevalent in the Western Sea Region for a while."

"What? Plague... Plague?!" Charles suddenly turned pale with shock.

"I just think that's it. Don't worry. There are too few medical records. Let the prison cooperate with me and lend me a few death row prisoners. I need more research on the medical records." Lasto turned around and prepared to leave while holding the thing.

"The things in your hand are very important to Hope Island, remember not to disclose them indiscriminately."

"Heh, I'm three times your age, and I still need you to teach me?"

In the next period of time, Charles began a comfortable life in a cage, and he did not reject this kind of life much. Although it is said that some emotions are out of control from time to time, but the overall feeling is not bad.

Years of experience living on a ship made Charles very adaptable to this living environment.

Apart from drawing some portraits of family members every day, I just rest, thoroughly rest.

Soon, Charles was surprised to find that his symptoms were getting better, as if his body was gradually adapting, and the disease did not seem to be as difficult to deal with as imagined.

The doctor's progress was faster than Charles had imagined. One month later, he was in a wheelchair and delivered a tube of medicine in the afternoon.

Seeing the potion with black bubbles constantly bubbling in his hand, Charles raised his head and poured it directly.

In an instant, an extremely strong metallic taste exploded in his mouth. This feeling was very uncomfortable, as if swallowing a piece of liquid iron directly.

Although the medicine tastes bad, it has an immediate and significant effect.

The red patches on Charles' body quickly returned to normal, and his abnormalities disappeared.

"Linda, give me the key to the handcuffs."

The key flying in the air was quickly inserted into the hole of the handcuffs, freeing Charles from the restrained environment.

"Find out, what caused this?" Charles asked.

"Speaking of which, this is not a disease, but more like a kind of spiritual pollution. I don't think there is a problem with your method, but a problem with the relic. Some of the above things were absorbed by you. When I was young, I I have seen the same medical record once, you are so lucky to share the bandage."

Charlton was taken aback for a moment. "why do you say so?"

"Come with me, I'll show you something." Linda pushed the doctor outside.

Soon the two came to the prison gate of Hope Island. In the gradually crowded Hope Island, it seemed very deserted, and the islanders deliberately avoided it.

They all know that some notorious guys are sent here, so they work in it. Use your own physical strength to make up for your mistakes.

The two walked in one after the other, and the prison guard inside was shocked when he saw Charles' face, and quickly stood up straight and saluted with his right hand.

The prison was built underground, and it was very cold. The two walked slowly towards it.

"Is the prosthetic person still there? I need a new prosthetic. The left side of my body is a little less from the previous battle."

The doctor glanced at Charles' empty left sleeve. "It will probably take a while. Their boss lives in the British Isles and is dead now. The agents on the major islands are in a mess. They won't accept prosthetic limbs for the time being."

Charles sighed slightly, the feeling of having only one hand left is really not so good.

While the two were talking, they came to a row of cells made of steel plates.

Charles looked inside, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

A deformed monster covered in black hair kept rolling in its own excrement, his limbs and his flat head were actually glued together. "This... what is this thing?"

"What else could it be? The method you found was tried on them, and you got this effect."

"Is that all?"

"Not all of them. Among the thirty-two, six succeeded, and two died because of the drug test. Now there are only four left. James specially built special cells for them, and they are all locked up."

"Such a low success rate?"

"Yeah, how about I say you have good luck with the bandages."