"Did you find out what's wrong?" Charles asked the doctor.

"I don't know very well. At the moment, it seems that there is nothing abnormal in your body."

"But my head still hurts."

"Don't look for me like this. You are asking for it yourself. If you go to sea so frequently, the headache will be considered mild. If you get that situation again, you will notify me as soon as possible. At present, you can't see such abnormal problems. I'm leaving, and the new tattoo is good."

The doctor stood up and prepared to walk towards the door.

The last sentence of the ship doctor made Charles shudder. "I have a tattoo on my body? Where?"

Seeing Charles constantly looking at him, he didn't think he could pretend. The puzzled doctor pointed his finger at the junction of his neck and collarbone. "Is this thing really not your new tattoo?"

Charles quickly took out a mirror from the drawer next to him. After comparison, Charles quickly discovered something unexpected.

The thing was black and looked like a dead spider curled into a ball, but the legs of the "spider" were spiral-like patterns and were a little twisted.

It's called a tattoo but it feels more like some trace of being corroded by something, and the feel is similar to potholes of yarn paper.

"Isn't you really a tattoo?" The doctor took out a small dagger and scraped it. He found that the blacks seemed to be the skin itself, and there was no black falling off.

"What should I do if I have no trouble with tattooing this? Could it be some kind of skin disease?"

"It doesn't seem like, is itchy or painful?"

"No, it's just a little bit of a headache."

"The great...the capable... has noticed you..."

Charles and the doctor looked at the door together, standing there with a wet bandage, looking straight into the cabin.

"Do you know this thing? Why are you wet?" Charles sat up, responding to some strength.

Bandage nodded silently and walked in slowly.

"This is the mark of the powerful... I just noticed that His looks to this side... I thought He was here to pick me up, and I went to find Him... But He was not... He was attracted by you..."

"God of Fotan? Why does it have its mark on me? Someone cursed me?" Looking at the strange thing in the mirror, Charles's face looked a little ugly.

"No...this is...bless..., Captain... do you believe in the powerful?"

"How is that possible?" Charles didn't expect that he would have a day to be involved in such a disgusting cult.

"Then why... you get... this blessing... in my teaching... this kind of ceremony is a... great honor... only those who have initiated have the opportunity to... get this blessing."

"What's the use of this thing?" Charles stroked the scar on his neck. Since this is a blessing, it should be a benefit, right?

"Your soul... already belongs to God Fotan..."

"What good thing is this? Is there any specificity?" Faced with Charles' questioning, Bandage stood there motionlessly.

Charles thought of something and reached out to pull the bandage around his neck, and found that there was no such thing on him.

"This kind of blessing... is very precious, I don't... but I have seen the ritual. The priest... not only has to sacrifice a large part of his body, but also has to sacrifice many... sacrifices to please our God..."

"Do you know someone from the cult? Why is someone adding this to you so much?" The doctor raised his head and took a sip.

Charles shook his head, "This is impossible. I didn't have anything to do with them. The only social interaction was to find one for them from a very strange island a long time ago..."

Speaking of this, Charles' pupils shrank, and he suddenly thought that the monsters twisted their tentacles toward the temple murals, and a thought appeared in his mind. "Does monsters without self-consciousness also have faith?"

"What's wrong? Did you think of something?" the doctor asked.

"It's nothing, you guys go out."

Charles' sudden change surprised both of them, but they didn't say anything and turned around and left.

The flames of the oil lamp next to it swayed left and right with the hull's ups and downs, causing Charles' face to flicker.

"Mr. Charles, what's wrong with you?" Lily asked jumped to his knee and raised her head.

Charles didn't say anything. He touched Lily's hair with his hands and took out the portrait of Anna in his diary and looked at it blankly.

"Mr. Charles, do you want this monster sister?"

"yes."

"Then why don't you go find her? Be with her?"

“Because you can’t.”

"Why can't it? My sister likes you too. Why can't two people who like each other be together? Because she is a monster? Is Mr. Charles only willing to be with people?"

"Yes, why can't it?" Charles put Lily in his hand on the table next to him, lifted the sheets and walked towards the deck.

The cool sea breeze blew on his face to wake up Charles's spirit a lot.

"Is it you? You still care about me, right?" Charles, with a complicated expression, whispered to the dark front.

Of course, no one answered Charles's words in the environment, but the sound of waves constantly breaking through the bow of the boat responded to him.

Many pictures flashed through his mind when he touched the tattoo on his neck with his hand, and finally Charles' eyes slowly became firm.

"Why can't it? Maybe it's OK. Wait for me, I'll come back to pick you up after I find the exit!"

When Charles said this, he felt relaxed in an instant, and the trouble that had troubled him for a long time finally disappeared.

Lily was right. Since we both cared about each other, we didn’t worry about anything. Our journey to the sea is about to end and we didn’t want to leave with regrets.

As for Anna's physical problems, Charles decided to find a solution after he went out. Even if he couldn't find a solution, as long as it could change the recipe, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Creating a bright future, Charles' mood gradually improved, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and even wanted to hum a song.

"Click~" a strange sound under the bow of the boat made Charles quickly take out the revolver at his waist.

"Mr. Charles, it's me, the captain of the Razor behind you."

The wet figure climbed up along the hull, and there was a ball of black stuff in his mouth. Charles looked carefully and realized that it was a turtle.

The most eye-catching thing about this guy who just crawled out of the sea was his dark green hair like seaweed and his shriveled facial features, which really doesn't look good.

"Hello, hello, my name is Feuerbach. I have introduced my identity to you before. I'm very happy to be able to participate in this voyage. Are you our head? I look very young."
Chapter completed!