"On December 6, 2013, the Narwhal was returning to the port, and during this period, two things rushed out of the water and caused some chaos. Other than that, everything was normal."

"The beacons at sea have appeared, and we are back to Hope Island immediately, but what worries me is Feuerbach."

"He never woke up and was in a coma. Even though I don't know anything about medical treatment, I know that this is not a good phenomenon."

"It's not just him, but the losses of the sailors this time were a bit big, with two sailors killed. The second round tube died, the chef broke his left hand and the chef broke his right leg."

"Plus with the total crazy Navigator, the entire ship needs a major blood change."

"These costs are exchanged for clues to the key. I don't know if it's worth it. If the key is really there, then the next adventure may be the last adventure in my Earth Sea."

Just as Charles was about to continue writing down, a knock on the door rang out. "What's wrong?"

"I'm Linda, Feuerbach is awake."

Upon hearing this news, Charles was shocked all over. He was so excited that he put on his coat and pushed open the door and rushed out the door.

"I replaced all his blood and used some special medicines for experiments. His fortune was saved, but his body organs would have a certain impact." Linda reported to Charles while rushing to the road.

"It's good to live. As long as you can survive, it's better than anything else." A smile appeared on Charles' face.

The two rushed to the medical room quickly. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Feuerbach, who was like a mummy, tremblingly holding a wrinkled cigarette with their two fingers and stuffing it to their mouths.

"Don't smoke!" Linda rushed over and pulled the cigarette down and threw it away.

Feuerbach showed extreme pain on his face, and he said in an extremely weak voice: "Dear, please, let me take a breath, just one."

"You know how your body is. Your lungs must not increase the burden now. If you talk nonsense, I will give you an anesthesia directly."

"Of course I know my body. I don't want anything now, I just want one."

Looking at Feuerbach who was full of confidence in speaking, Charles exhaled. Fortunately, his second councillor was fine.

"Stop sucking, sucking you for a day less, I won't be able to kill you." Charles walked by, took his black blade from his hand and stuffed it into his prosthetic.

Seeing Charles coming, Feuerbach stopped pestering Linda, and he turned to Charles and said nervously: "Captain, how about me, shark? Are my babies injured?"

"There are only three dead. Your fish runs fast. If you really want to run, the sea otters can't catch up with them."

"What, three?!" Feuerbach was so excited that he was about to sit up, but he fell back in pain with a stiff expression on his body, as if he was about to faint again.

"Where... those three..." Feuerbach asked dyingly.

"Your sharks all look the same. I don't know which three are there. By the way, I'll give you this one."

Charles said, pulling out a small black pistol from his pocket and handing it over.

It was a pistol that was only the size of Charles's palm. Although it was small, it was very powerful. It could penetrate Charles' shoulder with just one shot. You should know that his body is bulletproof now.

What surprised Charles the most was its appearance, which is a modern mobile phone with insurance.

"You are right? I just fell at your feet."

Feuerbach's face changed slightly when he saw the thing, and then a reluctant smile appeared on his weak face. "This is my life-saving thing. I originally planned to be a powerful enemy that the other party could not deal with, but I didn't expect it to be used on the captain, but I couldn't do anything before. Who made you crazy at that time?"

"Yes, just aim at the point next time and directly make me lose my combat power. I'm a little curious, where did this thing come from?"

Just as Feuerbach was thinking about how to answer, Charles placed his pistol on the bedside table beside him and smiled slightly.

"It's okay, I just asked. The most important thing is that you have a good rest now, and the rest are the second. Thank you for your hard work this time."

Charles reached out and patted his shoulder, and was about to walk outside.

"By the way, Captain, what is our next goal? Have we found any key clues on that island?"

Charles, who was walking towards the door, paused at his feet, turned his head and said, "If you have such a serious injury, don't follow the boat. Be careful to recuperate on the island for a few more months, and wait until the injury is completely healed."

When Feuerbach heard this, he was anxious. "What is this injury? I can hold on. Don't worry, I will definitely get back to normal before sailing next time."

"Don't worry your family, have a good rest." Charles said, turning around and pushing the door open and walking out, Linda followed closely behind.

Looking blankly at the closed medical room door, Feuerbach turned his head and looked at his coat.

After a lot of effort, he finally put a cigarette inside in his mouth.

He took out a match and stroked it hard on his face, then lit a cigarette.

The cigarette was not sucked, it was slowly burned out by holding Feuerbach's mouth, and the white smoke never dissipated over the medical room for a long time.

On the shore, under the gaze of everyone, the pothole-burning narwhal slowly arrived at the pier.

Seeing this scene, Leonardo, who was standing straight, seemed a little surprised.

"It seems that the Governor is suffering a little this time. I hope others are fine." He said in his heart.

Charles on the deck looked at his ship with distress. He knew that the overhaul of the Narwhal was essential, and the loss of people was heavy, and the same was true for the ship.

"My man, let's come on together." Charles slapped his hands on the front side, turned around and started to get off the boat with his crew.

When Leonardo saw Charles get off the boat, he quickly tidied up his bow tie with his hand to meet him, but this time someone actually got faster than him.

It was a mother who was pulling the little boy. She rushed up excitedly and looked at each other between the crew.

"Governor, where is my...my husband?"

Dipp rushed over and put it in Charles' ear and said, "Captain, his husband is my sailor, he was torn to pieces by the group of sea otters."

Charles nodded in a clear way. He looked at the woman in front of him and said, "Sorry, he died."

The woman could not accept the news immediately and instantly collapsed on the ground, her eyes instantly becoming dull.

"Don't worry, I will double his pension, and because of your husband's heroic behavior, I will give you another set of real estate in the heart of the island, which has ensured that you, mother and son will have no worries about food and clothing in the future."

Charles made the people around him suddenly discuss it. They were their own who could not die. Everyone knew what such a pension represented.

It can be said that in the entire Earth Sea, no one can be as generous as Charles, and no one will be dissatisfied with such compensation.

"I don't want money! I don't want any house in the heart of the island either!! I just want my dad!!"

After speaking, the child next to the woman was the one who grabbed a wooden boat with trembling hands, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Charles glanced at him, said nothing, turned around and walked towards the car next to him with the door open.
Chapter completed!