On a gentle piece of land on Hope Island, the dark-colored crew members stood silently in front of the coffin that had been placed in the earthen pit.

Both new and old crew members came, each with a white flower in their hands.

Frey of Knona, who had not been seen in front of Charles for a long time, also came, with their heads bowed and their faces grief,

But even if they came together, the whole funeral was very small, and there were only about 20 people in the full house.

The doctor made a point of explaining when he was alive that he didn't like too many inconsequential people at his funeral.

At this time, Feuerbach, dressed in a black dress, held a piece of paper in his hand and read the memorial with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Rustto Herman was always the most responsible during his time on the ship, and he was committed to mending our mental wounds and freeing us from our sickness. These tasks are arduous and onerous, but our ship doctors always have a way to do it. ”

"Mr. Rustto Herman showed genuine generosity and kindness under pressure. Perhaps, he expressed a deeper level of benevolent tolerance. He has strong convictions and good intentions......"

Lily, who was dressed in black hair, held the white flower and shrunk into Charles's hand, her eyes were red from crying, so that in the end she dug her little head into her fingers and stopped looking.

Charles listened to this passage of the sacrifice expressionlessly, his mouth pursed tightly, it all developed a little too fast, so that he didn't react at all.

He felt that he knew too little about the crew he was with.

Slowly, Feuerbach's sacrifice was still coming to an end.

"As a companion who has gone through various adventures with him, today, we express our deep gratitude to such a person who has made such a rich contribution here~"

One by one, all the crew members silently stepped forward and threw the flowers in their hands into the coffin board, and soon it was Charles' turn.

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

At this time, Lily couldn't break down any longer, opened her big mouth and started crying.

James glanced at Deepp, and the two silently took their shovels and began to fill the pit.

"Woo~!!" A loud whistle came from the dock in the distance, it was the voice of the narwhal.

The funeral ended in a faint melancholy atmosphere, the crew dispersed in all directions, and Charles returned to the Doge's Palace.

Pushing away the butler who came up to support him, Charles came to his bedroom with ease, sat on the bed without saying a word, and kept touching Lily's hair with his hand.

Feeling Charles's touch, Lily looked up at Charles with tears in her eyes.

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

Charles's response was a little melancholy, "Yes, that's how we are, people are old and want to die." ”

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

Just as Charles was about to comfort Lily, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Governor Charles, the Pope has called you to go for a trip about your eyes. ”

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

Looking at Charles's back as he left, Lily, whose eyes were red, jumped out of bed and came under her own bed.

Next to the small, brightly colored house, there were some books.

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

"Name: Mouse.

Distribution area: sewers, toilets, kitchens, fields, grass, eaves, etc.

Reproductive rate: 40 days to conceive

Common colors: gray, white, black

Lily grabbed her leg with her hand, and the black hair easily pulled off a lot, revealing the loose skin underneath.

Her tears dripped down the hair on her face and onto a line on the page.

The lifespan of mice: an average of 1~3 years, and each subspecies can reach 4-6 years.

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

In the darkness, Charles walked slowly following the footsteps ahead, and when he smelled the whale oil candles, he knew that he had arrived at the church of the Cult of the Illuminati.

"Coming?" it was the Pope's voice, and his voice was neither sad nor joyful.

"What are you going to do to cure my eyes?"

Charles, who was blind, felt the gaze projected on him around him, and it seemed that there were quite a few people in this church.

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

The next second, Charles felt himself begin to float into the air, followed by a mass of warmth.

All around, a carol sung by a collective children's voice was sung about the praise of the god of light.

Gradually, Charles felt his body start to get hot, hotter and hotter, and finally it felt like he was being soaked in boiling water.

"Hey, are you sure it's going to work!?" Charpa asked bitterly.

The Pope did not answer, and his old voice joined the chorus, and the Pope's voice seemed to have some kind of magic to merge all the singing into one.

Just when Charles was almost about to take it anymore, he suddenly found that he had regained his sight.

Charles found himself standing naked in the middle of the desert, with a dazzling ball of light hanging above his head. A sun bigger than the sky.

didn't come, Charles's heart was filled with a trace of emotion, the huge ball of light above his head was something more important than his life.

But before the praise from Charles's mouth could be spoken, 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, and when Charles came back to his senses again, he found himself lying on the cold ground, and the Pope was looking at him with a solemn face. "How's that? can you see it?"

Charles stood up with one hand on the ground, and he looked around in surprise.

Shaking candles, huge brightly colored wall paintings, rows of children singing carols, everything is so normal, but it is a little different from before. Any color looks more saturated.

Charles strode out of the church and outside, and was surprised to find that there were some other colors in the wisps of sunlight used to illuminate the canopy, some strange colors that humans could not observe.

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

Charles excitedly touched his eyes with his hand, but when he touched it, his face suddenly changed slightly.

He turned his head to look at the Pope who came out of his tracks. "How come there is only one eyeball?"

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