On a gentle land on Hope Island, dark crew members stood silently in front of the coffin placed in the pit.

Both the new crew members and the old crew members came, and each of them held a white flower in their hands.

Frey of Knona who had not appeared in front of Charles for a long time also came. They lowered their heads and looked sad,

However, even if they came together, the entire funeral was very small, with only more than twenty people.

The doctor specifically told me during his lifetime that he didn't like too many irrelevant people at his funeral.

At this time, Feuerbach, wearing a black dress, was holding a piece of paper in his hand, and was chanting the tribute with a solemn expression.

"He was always the most responsible during the time Mr. Rusto Herman boarded the ship. He was committed to repairing our mental trauma and liberating us from the pain. These tasks were difficult and arduous, but our ship doctors always had a way to do it."

"Mr. Rusto Hermann showed true magnanimity and kindness under pressure. Perhaps, he showed a deeper level of kindness and tolerance. He had firm beliefs and good wishes..."

Lily, wearing black hair, hugged the white flower in Charles's hand, her eyes were about to cry red, so that in the end she drew her little head into her fingers and stopped looking.

Charles listened to the tributes expressionlessly, his mouth pursed tightly, and all this developed so fast that he could not react at all.

He felt that he knew too little about the crew he had spent day and night.

Slowly, Feuerbach's tribute is still coming to an end.

"As a companion who has experienced various adventures with him, today, let us make such a rich contribution here to express our deep gratitude~"

All the crew members came forward one by one and threw the flowers in their hands into the coffin board. It was soon Charles' turn.

He pushed away Dipp, who was trying to support him, used his transparent tentacles as a blind guide stick, strode to the doctor's coffin, and threw down their own flowers with Lily.

At this time, Lily could no longer collapse and opened her mouth and started crying loudly.

James, who was standing aside, gave Dip a wink, and the two of them silently took the shovel and began to fill the pit.

"Woo~!!" A loud whistle sound came from the dock in the distance, which was the sound of the Narwhal.

The funeral ended in a faint sad atmosphere, the crew dispersed everywhere, and Charles returned to the Governor's Mansion.

Pushing away and meeting the housekeeper who came to support him, Charles came to his bedroom with a familiarity, sat on the bed without saying a word, and kept touching Lily's hair with his hands.

Feeling Charles' caress, Lily raised her head in tears and looked down at Charles.

"Mr. Charles, do you have to die when you are old?"

Charles' response was a little melancholy, "Yes, this is how we humans are. When we grow old, we will die."

"Mr. Charles, I'm afraid..."

Just as Charles was about to comfort Lily, the bedroom door rang. "Governor Charles, the Pope asked you to go there, it was about your eyes."

"It's this time..." Charles, who was depressed, took a deep breath, placed Lily on the pillow next to him, and raised his foot to meet him.

Looking at Charles's back as he left, Lily, with red eyes, jumped off the bed and came under her own bed.

Next to the small house of bright colors, there are some books.

Lily dragged out the top book and opened it with her little paws. The information recorded on it appeared in front of the little mouse.

“Name: Rat.

Distribution areas: sewers, toilets, kitchens, fields, grasses, eaves, etc.

Reproduction rate: 40 days to conceive

Common colors: gray, white, black

Lily gently grabbed her legs with her hands, and her black hair easily pulled down a lot, revealing the loose skin below.

Her tears dripped down her hair onto a line of words on the pages.

Lifespan of mice: an average of 1 to 3 years, and each subspecies can reach 4-6 years.

"Mr. Charles, I'm really scared..."

In the darkness, Charles followed the steps ahead slowly. When he smelled the whale oil candle, he knew that he had arrived at the church of the Church of Light.

"Come?" It was the pope's voice, his voice was neither sad nor happy.

"What method are you going to use to cure my eyes?"

The blind Charles felt the gaze projected on him around him, and it seemed that there were still many people in the church.

"Don't ask, just calm down and feel it."

The next second, Charles felt himself floating into the air, and then surrounded by a ball of warmth.

An ode sung by collective children sounded around, and the lyrics were about praising the God of Light.

Gradually, Charles felt his body become hotter and hotter, and in the end he felt like he was soaked in boiling water all over his body.

"Hey! Are you sure this will work!?" Charba asked in pain.

The Pope did not answer, and his old voice also joined the chorus. The Pope's voice seemed to carry some magic, integrating all the singing voices.

Just when Charles was almost unable to bear it, he suddenly realized that he had regained his vision.

Charles found himself standing naked in a desert, with a dazzling ball covering the sky and the earth hanging above his head. A sun larger than the sky.

If he didn't come, a trace of emotion appeared in Charles' heart. The huge light ball above his head was something more important than his life.

But before Charles could express the praise, the ball of light above his head suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light, and the extremely bright light enveloped everything in this world.

Everything around him quickly returned. When Charles came to his senses again, he found himself lying on the cold ground. The Pope was looking at him with a serious face. "How is it? Can you see it?"

Charles held up with one hand on the ground and stood up directly. He looked around in surprise.

Shaking candles, huge and bright wall paintings, and rows of singing chants, everything is so normal, but it is a little different from before. Any color looks more saturated.

Charles rushed out of the church and came outside. He was surprised to find that under the greenhouse, there were some other colors in the rays of sunlight used to illuminate, and some strange colors that humans could not observe.

"That's...ultraviolet rays?" Charles unexpectedly discovered that this was really the eyes he had been dug out before, the eyes that broke through the color world.

Charles touched his eyes with his hands excitedly, but when he touched it, his face suddenly changed slightly.
Chapter completed!