Chapter 434 Feuerbach (Add More)

"Through December 6, 2013. The Narwhal was returning to port, during which two things rushed out of the water and caused some confusion, but otherwise everything was normal."

"The buoy at sea has appeared, and we will return to Hope Island soon, but it is Feuerbach who worries me."

"He has never woken up and has been in a coma. Even though I don't know anything about medical treatment, I know this is not a good phenomenon."

"It's not just him. The loss of personnel on this voyage is a bit big. Among them, two sailors died. The second-wheel pipe died, the helper lost his left hand, and the chef lost his right leg."

"Combined with the completely insane navigator, the whole ship needs a major blood change."

"These prices are exchanged for the clues of the key. I don't know if it's worth it. If the key is really there, then it is possible that the next adventure will be my last adventure in Earth Sea."

Just when Charles was about to continue writing, there was a knock on the door. "What's wrong?"

"I'm Linda, Feuerbach is awake."

Hearing the news, Charles was shocked all over. Excited, he put on his coat, opened the door and rushed out.

"I changed all his blood and used some special medicines for experiments. His fate is saved, but his body organs will be affected to a certain extent." Linda reported to Charles while hurrying.

"It's good if you can survive. As long as you can survive, it's better than anything else." A smile appeared on Charles's face.

The two rushed to the medical room quickly, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw the mummy-like Feuerbach holding a crumpled cigarette between his two fingers tremblingly, and stuffing it towards his mouth.

"No smoking!" Linda rushed over, grabbed the cigarette and threw it away.

Feuerbach's face showed extreme pain, and he said in an extremely weak voice: "Honey, please, let me take a breath, just one breath."

"You know how your body is doing. Your lungs must not increase the burden now. If you talk nonsense, I will directly give you an anesthesia shot."

"Of course I know my body well. I don't want anything now, I just want one."

Looking at Feuerbach who spoke smoothly, Charles let out a big breath. Fortunately, his second officer is fine.

"Stop smoking, one day less, I won't suffocate you." Charles walked over, took his black blade from his hand, and stuffed it into the prosthesis.

Seeing Charles approaching, Feuerbach stopped pestering Linda. He turned to Charles and asked, "Captain, how is my shark? Are my babies hurt?"

"Only three of them died. Your fish run fast. If they really want to run, the sea otters can't catch them."

"What, three?!" Feuerbach was about to sit up excitedly, but his whole body froze and his expression was painful, and he fell back, as if he was about to faint again.

"Where... which three...?" Feuerbach asked dying.

"Your sharks are all the same. I don't know which three are them. By the way, I will return this one to you."

Charles said as he took out a small black pistol from his pocket and handed it over.

It was a pistol the size of Charles' palm. Although it was small, it was very powerful. It could penetrate Charles' shoulder with a single shot before. You must know that his body is bulletproof now.

The most special thing is its appearance, it is not a revolver or flintlock, it is a modern pistol with insurance.

"This thing is yours, right? I think it fell at your feet."

Seeing that thing, Feuerbach's face changed slightly, and then a forced smile appeared on his frail face.

"This is my life-saving thing at the bottom of the box. It was originally intended to be a powerful enemy that the other party cannot deal with. I didn't expect it to be used on the captain. But I couldn't do anything before. Who made you crazy at that time."

"Yeah, next time I aim at the point, just let me lose my combat effectiveness. I'm a little curious, where did this thing come from?"

Just when Feuerbach was thinking about how to answer, Charles put the pistol on the bedside table beside him, with a slight smile on his face.

"It's okay, I'm just asking casually. The most important thing is for you to have a good rest now, and everything else is secondary. You have worked hard this time."

Charles reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and was about to walk outside.

"By the way, Captain, what is our next goal? Have we found any key clues on that island?"

Charles, who was walking towards the door, paused, turned his head and said, "If you have such a serious injury, don't follow the boat. You should recuperate on the island for a few more months, and wait until the injury is completely healed."

When Feuerbach heard this, he became anxious. "What kind of injury is this? I can bear it completely. Don't worry, I will be back to normal before the next voyage."

"Don't worry your family, take a good rest." Charles said, turned and opened the door and walked out, followed by Linda.

Staring blankly at the closed door of the medical room, Feuerbach turned his head to look at his coat.

After a lot of work, he finally put a cigarette inside in his mouth.

He took out a match and struck his face vigorously, then lit a cigarette.

The cigarette was not smoked, it was slowly burned in Feuerbach's mouth, and the white smoke lingered over the medical room for a long time.

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Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the shore, the bumpy Narwhal slowly arrived at the wharf of Hope Island.

Seeing this scene, Leonardo, who was standing upright, looked a little surprised.

"It seems that the governor has suffered a bit this time. I hope others are fine." He thought to himself.

Charles, who was standing on the deck, looked at his ship distressedly. He knew that the overhaul of the Narwhal was essential, and the loss of people was heavy, so was the ship.

"Man, let's cheer together." Charles patted the bow with his hand, turned around and led the crew to disembark.

When Leonardo saw Charles get off the boat, he quickly adjusted his bow tie with his hands to meet him, but this time someone was faster than him.

It was a mother who was pulling a little boy. She rushed up excitedly and looked at each other among the crew.

"My lord, where is my husband?"

Dipper rushed over and whispered in Charles' ear, "Captain, his husband is one of my sailors, and he was torn to pieces by those sea otters."

Charles nodded knowingly. He looked at the woman in front of him and said, "Sorry, he died in the line of duty."

The woman couldn't accept the news at once, she collapsed on the ground instantly, her eyes dimmed instantly.

"Don't worry, I will double his pension, and because of your husband's heroic behavior, I will give you another set of real estate in the heart of the island, which will ensure that you, mother and son, will live comfortably in the future."

What Charles said made the people watching around talk a lot, they wished that the one who died was their own. Everyone knows what such a pension represents.

It can be said that in the entire Earthsea, no one can be as generous as Charles, and no one will be dissatisfied with such compensation.

"I don't want money! I don't want a house in the heart of the island either!! I want my dad!!"

The one who finished speaking was the child next to the woman, holding a wooden boat with trembling hands, staring at Charles fiercely with tears in his eyes.

Charles glanced at him, said nothing, turned and walked towards the open car next to him.

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