Chapter 95 Lily's Food

The doctor glanced at Charles, who was adapting to the novice, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't think that thing is so good, as a doctor, I will remind you, no matter how good the new things are, they are not as good as the old ones."

Charles put down the prosthesis, and after thinking for a moment, he asked the doctor, "This kind of thing doesn't seem to be just mechanical."

"Hmph, in order to transform his body into a machine, that kid dares to touch anyone. You'd better stay away from him in the future. I know him, but it doesn't mean I'm familiar with him."

Just when Charles was about to say something, Richard suddenly grabbed the right to speak.

"These prosthetic crafts all use the soul, so aren't those who use magic very familiar with the soul level?"

"Most of the jugglers are in the Western Sea. I don't know much about it. Why are you asking this?"

Charles was also puzzled, "That's right, why are you asking this?"

"Dude, magic! Shouldn't we try such an interesting thing?" Richard was very excited.

The doctor shook his head, "Don't think about that kind of thing, those guys are very xenophobic, they basically only teach their own family members, and this thing may not be as useful as you imagined, they really want to be so powerful and occupy the whole ocean early , and we won’t be able to linger on those few islands.”

"That's it, it's a pity. I thought I could have another skill." After Richard finished speaking regretfully, he shrank back instantly.

But at this moment, Charles' expression became a little grim, and he covered his head with his hands and froze in place.

His weird behavior caused the surrounding islanders to look sideways.

After the doctor put down the flagon and examined it carefully, he stood by and did nothing.

A few minutes later, the whispering in his ears disappeared, and Charles, who had a somewhat ugly face, turned his gaze to the old man beside him.

"This level of auditory hallucinations, you should endure it yourself, and come to me when the hallucinations appear. It's still the same sentence, just go to the island if you don't want to suffer from this kind of torture."

Charles put his hands down and continued walking towards the Bat Hotel without saying anything.

"Crack~" 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 quickly shuttled among them.

"Mr. Charles, you are back, wow! Are you pretending to be a novice?" 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 to the table with his hand.

Lily stood on the palm of Charles and raised her head, "I made these, you should try them, they are delicious."

Seeing the mouse running between the plates, Charles was really shocked, but when he saw Lily's expectant expression, he finally walked over.

"Why don't you think of making me something to eat?"

"Mom is at home today, teaching the other me to cook. My mother said that a girl must have good cooking skills. I also learned a lot while hiding by the side. You should try this. This is my mother's best sweets. Fish soup."

Lily jumped from her hand to the table, squatted in front of a pot of soup, and wagged her tail excitedly.

Looking at the white mouse, Charles put a spoonful of it into his mouth, and the extreme sweetness exploded in his mouth instantly, as if there was no water in the soup at all, and the liquid was all melted with white sugar.

"How much sugar did you put in this?" Charles, who was struggling to swallow, put down the spoon.

"Isn't it delicious? But Mingming said they are delicious." Lily's little ears drooped sadly.

Seeing it like this, Charles hesitated for a moment, picked up the knife and fork, and cut up the black meat on the side plate.

After chewing for a while, Charles said to Lily: "Although the fish soup is not good, this meat is not bad."

"Really? That's great! I made that too!" Lily's ears perked up, jumping happily on the table.

At this time, Richard said in his mind, "Hurry up and spit it out secretly! If you want to kill yourself by swallowing carbon, don't take me with you."

"Don't talk nonsense," Charles swallowed what was in his mouth, and continued to eat without changing his expression.

"Mr. Charles, will you leave me in the future too?" Lily's abrupt question made Charles stop chewing

"Why do you say that?"

"I just feel that Mr. Charles doesn't like this place, as if he is going to leave at any time." The white mouse squatted down on the table, resting its cheeks with its small paws.

"Maybe, but you can't stay with me forever, you have to go home."

"But I'm a mouse now, my family doesn't want me anymore, Charles, can you not leave?" Lily leaned over, clinging to Charles reluctantly.

Charles stopped the knife and fork in his hand, touched her hairy head with his hands, and a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes.

Lily is not just his crew member, after so many months of getting along, the relationship between the two lonely people is more like a family relying on each other.

"I really want to leave here, but if you want to come, I can take you to my place, which is so big that a mouse can't occupy much space."

"Where are you going, Charles? What's it like there?"

"It's my home. There are a lot of food that you can't think of. You just need to point your finger, and they will fly to your home. There are also all kinds of interesting things..."

Lily's eyes lit up slightly as Charles said all kinds of incredible things, and she squatted on the table and listened with relish.

This time he returned to the port to rest and did not rest for too long. After fully proficient in the new prosthetic limb, Charles couldn't wait to notify the crew to gather at the dock and replenish supplies to prepare for departure.

Charles, who was breathing the sea breeze, was shaken. He always felt that he was truly alive when he kept moving forward on the boat.

"Captain, is your hand good?" The bosun looked at Charles' prosthetic with some curiosity.

Charles pointed to the cable next to him, and said to him: "When you are working, don't think about other things. Hurry up and ask the sailors to replace the cable with a new one."

After Charles finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the captain's cabin. The diary was opened, and the nib of the pen was drawn across the paper, leaving lines of Chinese characters.

"Through February 24, 9

The novice has exceeded my expectations and is very easy to use. I am very happy that my strength has not decreased with the broken arm.

The Narwhal set sail again, this time for another island in the chain.

The people who visited this island never came back. The danger on this island is certain. There are not many islands that steamboats can reach. .

I finished the character card today, you can go and have a look, and thank you for your rewards, I have written this book with my best efforts.