Chapter 119: Imprint

"Is there anything wrong?" Charles asked the doctor.
"I don't know, it seems that there is nothing abnormal in your body."
"But my head still hurts."
"Don't find me for this kind of trouble. You asked for it. If you go out to sea so frequently, the headache is considered minor. If that happens again, let me know as soon as possible. I don't see this kind of abnormal problem at present. Gone, the new tattoo is good."
The doctor stood up and was about to walk towards the door.
The last words of the ship doctor caused Charles to be agitated. "I have a tattoo? Where is it?"
Seeing Charles constantly looking at himself, he didn't want to pretend, the doubting doctor pointed his finger at the junction of his neck and collarbone. "This thing is really not your new tattoo?"
Charles quickly took out a mirror from the drawer beside him. By contrast, Charles quickly discovered something abrupt on himself.
The thing was black and looked like a dead spider shrunk into a ball, but the legs of this "spider" were spiral-shaped and somewhat twisted.
It is a tattoo, but it feels more like a trace of something corroded by something, and it feels like a pitted fine gauze paper.
"It's really not your tattoo?" The doctor took out a small dagger and scratched it. I found that the black color seemed to be the skin itself, without any black peeling off.
"What do I do with this tattoo? Is it some kind of skin disease?"
"It's not like, is there itching or pain?"
"No, it's just a headache."
"The great... the capable... has noticed you..."
Charles and the doctor looked towards the door together, standing there with wet bandages, looking straight into the cabin.
"Do you know this thing? Why are you wet?" Charles regained some strength and sat up.
The bandage nodded silently, and walked in slowly.
"This is... the Mighty One... the mark, what I just... noticed from this side... I... thought it was here to pick me up, I went to find... but it wasn't... attracted by you ..."
"Fattan? Why do I have its mark on my body? Someone cursed me?" Charles looked a little ugly looking at the weird things in the mirror.
"No...this is...blessing..., Captain...do you also believe in the Mighty?"
"How is it possible." Charles didn't expect that he would have a relationship with this disgusting cult.
"Then why... you will get... this kind of blessing... in my teaching... this kind of ritual is a... great... honor... only... those empowered have the opportunity to... get this Kind of blessing."
"This thing has...
What's the use? "Charles stroked the scar on his neck. Since this is a blessing, it should be good, right?
"Your soul... has belonged to the Futan..."
"What a good thing is this? Are there any specific points?" Faced with Charles's question, the bandage did not speak, and stood motionless.
Charles thought of something, stretched out his hand and pulled off the bandage on his neck, and found that there was nothing like this on his body. …
"This kind of blessing... is very precious, I don't have..., but I have seen the ceremony, the chief 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? It's okay, why would someone add this to you." The doctor raised his head and took a sip. Net.xiao-shu
Charles shook his head, "This is impossible, I just found one for them from a very weird island before..."
Speaking of this, Charles's pupils shrank, and he suddenly thought of the monsters with twisted tentacles facing the Futan on the temple murals, a thought appeared in his mind. "Do monsters without self-awareness also have faith?"
"What's wrong, did you think of something?" the doctor asked.
"It's okay, you can go out."
Charles' sudden change surprised both of them, but they didn't say anything, and turned around and left.
The flame of the oil lamp next to it swayed from side to side with the ups and downs of the hull, making Charles's face light and dark.
"Mr. Charles, what's the matter with you?" Lily asked, jumping on his knees and raising her head.
Charles didn't speak, he touched Lily's hair with his hand and took out the portrait of Anna in the diary and looked at her blankly.
"Mr. Charles, do you miss this monster sister?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't you go find her? Stay with her?"
"Because I can't."
"Why can't, that sister also likes you, why can't two people who like each other be together. Because is she a monster? Does Mr. Charles just want to be with people?"
"Yes, why can't it?" Charles put Lily on the table next to him, lifted the sheets and walked out.
The cool sea breeze on his face refreshed Charles a lot.
"Is that you? Are you still caring about me, right?" Charles, with a complicated expression, whispered to the dark front.
Of course, no one answered Charles’ words in the environment in front of him, only the sound of the waves breaking apart from the bow of the ship responded to him~EbookFREE.me~ Touching the tattoo on his neck with his hand, many pictures flashed in his brain, and finally Charles’ eyes Slowly become firm.
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"Why not? Maybe, wait for me, I will come back to pick you up when I find the exit!"
When this decision was made, Charles felt relaxed in an instant, and the trouble that had troubled him for a long time finally disappeared.
Lily was right. Since both care about each other, don't worry about it. Her journey to the sea is about to end, and she doesn't want to leave with regret.
As for Anna's physical problem, Charles decided to wait and find a solution together after he went out. Even if he couldn't find a solution, as long as it could change the recipe, that wouldn't be a big problem.
Thinking of a bright future, Charles' mood gradually improved. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he even wanted to hum.
A strange sound under the bow made Charles quickly take out the revolver around his waist.
"Mr. Charles, it's me, the captain of Wave Razor behind you."
The wet figure climbed up along the hull of the boat. There was still a black paint in his mouth. Charles took a closer look and discovered that it was a sea turtle.
The most eye-catching thing about this guy who just crawled out of the sea is that dark green hair like seaweed, coupled with the shriveled facial features, is really not good-looking.
"Hello, hello, my name is Feuerbach. I have introduced my identity to you before. I am very happy to participate in this voyage. Are you our head? Looks very young."
As soon as Feuerbach finished speaking, without waiting for Charles to reply, he took out a dagger and began to clean the barnacle trapped in the flesh on the turtle's back.