The doctor glanced at Charles, who was adapting to the novice, and reminded him in a low voice: "Don't think that thing is so good. As a reminder for you, no matter how good the things on you are, you are not as good as the old one."

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

"Hmph, that kid dares to contact anyone in order to transform his body into a machine. 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 snatched the right to speak.

"These prosthetic crafts are used in the soul. Are they very familiar with the soul level by using magic?"

"Most of the tricks are in the West Sea. I don't know much about it. What do you ask about this?"

Charles was also puzzled, "Yes, what are you asking for?"

"Brother, 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 and basically only teach their own family members. Moreover, this thing may not be as useful as you imagined. If they were so powerful, they would have occupied the entire ocean long ago, and they would not have been slumped in those islands and survived."

"It's a pity. I thought I could have more skills." After Richard finished speaking regretfully, he instantly shrank back.

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

His strange behavior attracted the attention of the islanders around him.

The doctor put down the wine pot and checked it carefully, and stood beside him and did nothing.

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

"You should endure this level of auditory hallucination first. When will the vision appear, then look for me. The same thing is said, just don't want to suffer this kind of torture to the island."

Charles put his hand down and continued to walk towards the Bat Hotel without saying anything.

"Cruff~" The door of 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 was quickly passing through.

"Mr. Charles, you're back, wow! Are you pretending to be a novice?" White Mouse Lily jumped in front of him and climbed up along his trouser legs.

"Where did you buy those?" Charles reached out and took her off and pointed her hand at the table.

Lily stood in Charles' palm and laid her head, "I made these, you can taste them, they're delicious."

Looking at the mouse running between the plate, Charles felt really disgusted, but when he saw Lily's expression of expectation, he finally walked over.

"Why did you think of cooking for me?"

"My mother is at home today and teaches me another one to cook. My mother said that a girl must have a good cooking skills. I have learned a lot when I hide beside her. You can try this one quickly. This is my mother's best sweet fish soup."

Lily jumped from her hands to the table, squatting in front of a pot of soup, shaking her tail excitedly.

After looking at the white mouse, Charles put a spoonful of them into his mouth. In an instant, the ultimate sweetness exploded in his mouth, as if there was no water in the soup, and the liquid was all melted with white sugar.

"How much sugar do you put in it?" Charles, who swallowed it hard, put down the spoon.

"Isn't it delicious? But they are obviously delicious." Lily's little ears drooped down with sadness.

Seeing it like this, Charles hesitated for a moment and picked up the knife and fork and cut the black meat piece from the plate next to him.

After chewing it a little, Charles said to Lily: "Although that fish soup is not good, this meat is good."

"Is that so good! I made that one too!" Lily's ears stood up and she jumped on the table with joy.

At this time, Richard spoke in his mind, "Hurry up and spit it out! If you want to kill carbon, don't bring me with you."

"Don't talk nonsense," Charles swallowed the things in his mouth and continued to eat without changing his face.

"Mr. Charles, will you leave me in the future?" Lily asked suddenly, stopping Charles' chewing movements.

"Why do you say that?"

"I just feel that Mr. Charles doesn't seem to like this place, and he seems to be leaving at any time." The white mouse squatted down on the table, holding his cheek with his little paws.

"Maybe, but you can't follow me all your life. You always have to go home."

"But I am a mouse now. My family doesn't want me anymore. Charles, can you not leave?" Lily leaned over and snuggled up on Charles reluctantly.

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

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

"I'm really going to leave here, but if you are willing to come, I can take you to my place. It's very big and a mouse can't occupy much space."

"Charles, where are you going? How is it?"

"It's my house, there are a lot of food you can't imagine. Just point it on your finger and they will fly to your house, and there are all kinds of fun things there..."

Listening to Charles saying all kinds of incredible things, Lily's eyes shone slightly, and she squatted on the table and listened with relish.

This time I returned to the port to rest, and when I was fully skilled in the new prosthesis, Charles couldn't wait to inform the crew to gather at the dock and prepare to set off.

Charles breathing with the sea breeze, his spirit was shocked. He always felt that he was truly alive when he was moving forward on the boat.

"Captain, is your hand easy to use?" The sailor looked at Charles' prosthetic limb with curiosity.

Charles pointed to the cable next to him and said to him: "Don't think about other things when working, hurry up and ask the sailors to replace the cable with new ones."

After saying that, Charles turned around and walked towards the captain's room. The diary was opened, and the tip of the pen was stroked on the paper, leaving lines of Chinese characters.

"Traveling through February 24, 9

It is very useful for novices to exceed my expectations, and I am glad that my strength has not decreased with the broken arm.

The Narwhal set sail again, this time the target was another island on that island chain.
Chapter completed!