Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　 "I agree to the deal." Charles said to the doctor who stitched the wound.

　　 The doctor stopped his hand, and the corners of his scarred mouth rose up, revealing a terrifying smile. "Really? That's great. I will definitely give you the best medicine to restore your brain to health."

　　 "But the trading conditions must be changed, I can give you a hand... "Black Mirror", but you must become my ship doctor."

　　 If he has learned anything from previous battles, it is that there is a ship doctor on a ship. If there was a highly skilled ship doctor in the last battle, the casualties would definitely be much better.

　　 The doctor lowered his head and snapped the flesh again. "I want to be a ship doctor. You are not the first one. Their ship is bigger than you, and their strength is stronger than you. Why should I choose you?"

"Because I have what you want and I pay so much attention to the black mirror, you should not only need this object, but also want to know the origin of this thing? It just so happens that I know all of this, as long as you become my ship doctor, I can take that Everything behind the things tells you, provided that you believe what I say."

　　 After the wound was ordered, the doctor returned and looked at Charles in detail, as if he wanted to see what he was thinking from his face. "Show me the black mirror again."

　　 Charles threw the phone over. Seeing the doctor gently touching the black screen with his hand, his face suddenly showed tenderness that didn't match his appearance.

　　 Looking at him like that, Charles really wanted to know what he recalled. "Does he ever have a cell phone?"

　　 "Pop!" The doctor hit the edge of the bed with the iron hand, "2 years, I stayed on your boat for 2 years. You tell me everything about you."

　　 "The deal, that thing is yours now, you can ask me anytime after you get on the ship."

　　 As long as he becomes the ship doctor of the Narwhal, this will ensure that he will not give his mobile phone to other people, and two years are enough time for Charles to understand the doctor's personality and make the next step.

　　 "ngluimglw……nafh……"

　　 whispering sounded in Charles' ears. He watched the doctor in front of him quickly deform the monster. This time it was more serious. At this time, he felt that his consciousness was like the clothes thrown into the washing machine were constantly tumbling, and might fall apart at any time.

　　 Charles tremblingly touched the gel in the clothes next to him, but when he took it out, he was hit by the tentacles of the deformed monster in front of him. It rolled up a cup of potion and handed it over.

　　 Looking at the monster in front of him that was constantly changing shape, Char knew that it was a doctor, and took the potion with trembling hands and drank his head up.

　　 The monster left, and after a while, it sent more potions, not only potions but also various tablets and plasters.

　　All kinds of peculiar tastes washed Charles' taste buds over and over again, and he almost lost his sense of taste.

　　 "Doctor! How long will it take?" Charles, who was covering his head with his hands, shouted at the deformed monster in front of him in pain, but the potion did not have an immediate effect.

　　 The six lamprey mouthparts on the monster’s belly opened and said something, but Charles’ ears were blocked by the whispering, and other voices were not audible at all.

　　 At this moment, all the aberrations slowly began to shrink, and the ugly giant face of Rasto Herman appeared on Charles again.

　　 "Is it cured?"

　　 Doctor's expression was a little restless, he kept scratching his half-white hair with his iron hands, and dandruff was flying. "Impossible! How could the salt of silence have no effect!!"

　　 Looking at him like this, Charles has an answer. This kind of auditory hallucination does not seem to be easy to cure.

　　Rasto suddenly rushed to Charles nervously, staring into his eyes.

　　 Charles subconsciously wanted to hide, but his head was held tightly by the doctor. "do not move!"

　　 After several seconds, the doctor released his hand and asked hurriedly and nervously, "Have you seen anything extraordinary at sea?"

　　 "God? I saw it twice, once eight years ago, and once not long ago."

　　 This answer seemed to irritate Rasto, his body trembled, and his steel leg desperately chopped the floor. "I knew, I should have guessed it, my medicine is okay! My medicine is absolutely okay!!"

　　 "This disease is related to gods?"

　　 "God?"

　　 Doctor sneered, "I don't know if that is a **** god, I only know, as long as the guys who are in contact with them are worse in the end."

　　 "Can you treat this disease?"

　　 "It's not a disease, do you understand? It's a curse! Shit stuff! It can be fatal at the first sight, but it's a god! Humph!"

　　 The doctor's ugly face came close again, and his trembling eyes fixed on Charles.

　　 "I can suppress this symptom, but only for a while. If you want to survive, you must find a way to solve the curse yourself. I am not good at that."

　　 Thinking of the auction half a month later, Charles had a judgment in his mind. "Then you help me restrain first, and I will settle some private matters first."

　　 At the critical moment when searching for the surface, he does not want to be distracted by other things at this time, as long as he can return to the surface ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ everything is easy to say.

　　 The doctor grabbed a fist-sized sea spider from the bottle under the bed and walked to the table to start dispensing the medicine. "Let's say it first, Captain, if you die early within two years, then I will count as fulfilling my promise."

　　 "Yes, as long as you don't poison me in advance to complete the task ahead of time."

　　 "Poison!? You are an insult to a healer!!"

　　 In the next ten days, Charles began to taste all kinds of weird medicine prepared by the old man.

　　Although the various flavors were unsatisfactory, Charles's spirits were obviously much better. Even if the whisper appeared, it was only the size of a mosquito, and the vision never appeared again.

　　 And with the recovery of Black Blade blessing, Charles's wound has almost recovered in just ten days, and his body has returned to its peak.

　　 "Captain, are you sure that that guy is our ship doctor? I secretly saw him put gunpowder into the pills you took the day before yesterday." The second officer Kronner asked worriedly.

　　 Charles, who was writing his diary, gave his hand, and then continued to write, "Do your own thing, how are the crew members?"

　　 "It's okay, they know the name of this place, and they don't dare to wander around, Captain, how long shall we stay in this place?"

　　 "It won't be long." As soon as Charles's voice fell, a bat broke into the door and became like Odrick. "Captain, Sodom's auction will begin soon!"

　　 Charles put on his captain's jacket and walked outside the captain.

　　 Under Audrick’s leadership, Charles quickly came to a wooden boat. The wooden boat was lying on its back. A door had been taken out where the keel was supposed to be. This is now the venue for Sodom’s auction.