Chapter 313 Unsolvable Curse

Margaret, who came out of the bar, didn't pause, she went straight to Sodom, which was parked next to her.

As a young girl, she was taken here four years ago, and the reality is so strange, if she had put it before, she would never have imagined that she would have a day to cooperate with these vicious pirates.

"How is our island doing?" 134, wearing a sky blue skirt, knelt beside a small wooden yellow table, pouring tea for the pink plush bear intently. She was holding a tea party with her own toy.

Glancing at the bloated man in the corner who was gorging himself, Margaret walked up to 134, "The cleanup is almost done. Your people should be more careful. They have already caused several robberies and rapes."

134 smiles as cute as a six-year-old girl, but the ferocious teeth in the mouth are just exposed, turning that cuteness into horror in an instant.

"Hahaha, they are pirates. Isn't it normal to do bad things? Just kill them."

"I will ask people to re-open a pier in the east. You drive Sodom there. I will send people to deliver all kinds of materials. It's nothing important. It's best for your people not to go to Sodom. "

134 seemed very dissatisfied with this decision, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, "I think this is very good, I don't like to change places, I like to be lively."

"Your people can't go to the island, they are too capable of causing trouble, don't you want Hefang Island, which is in a mess, to be your rear?"

134 narrowed her eyes slightly, and as her eyes turned towards Margaret, a group of gray figures floated out from the doll bear next to her, and the bone flute with a cold light touched Margaret's neck.

"Suddenly I have a better way, that is, I will kill you now, so that the whole He Fang Island will belong to me."

Hearing this, the bloated fat man next to him put down the piece of meat in his hand, and looked at Margaret blankly. Under his buttery, greasy skin, he began to squirm continuously.

Margaret frowned slightly, and the distorted scar on her face became more and more hideous. "This is indeed a good way, maybe you can try it."

Behind Margaret, several transparent figures appeared vaguely.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became a little anxious, but after the sharp-toothed little girl laughed, the tension disappeared immediately.

"Hahaha, how could it be? I was just joking. If the nearby islands really know that the pirate king of Sodom has occupied the largest island in the North Sea, they will definitely join the navy to attack us. You can do what you say, if you stop east, you will stop east.”

Seeing that her purpose of coming here had been achieved, Margaret stood up and walked towards the door.

The teacup in 134's hand was put down, and there was no warmth in the lovely red pupils.

"Da~ da da da~" There was a sudden sound of wood hitting the wall in the room.

134 looked up and looked up, and saw a long, faceless monster with slender arms hanging obliquely on the wall.

"Don't worry, this naive woman can't be killed, her identity can be used as a shield, anyway, this island will be ours sooner or later."

Margaret, who was walking on the pier of Hefang Island again, turned her head to look at the fortress with a huge sense of oppression behind her, and her eyes showed exactly the same eyes as 134 just now.

"Father, don't worry, He Fangdao will always belong to Cavendish, and it is absolutely impossible for any outsider to get involved."

On the Narwhal, Charles waited anxiously at the door of the medical room. Just as he took out his pocket watch to check the time again, the ship doctor Linda came out with a cold expression.

"His body is gradually decomposing, and the effects of various medicines are not satisfactory. I tried all kinds of methods and could only barely stop the bleeding and fight the infection."

When Charles heard this, his face became even more ugly. He pushed Lingda away and walked inside.

Just walked in. I saw the bandages lying on the boat, and a rancid smell mixed with the smell of medicine hit my face.

After only ten days, the bandaged body was almost out of shape, his skin was gone, and he was lying on the white hospital bed like a black skeleton.

Charles walked to the side of the bed, looked at the lifeless half-closed eyes and said: "Hold on, we will be there soon, as soon as we return to Hope Island, I will immediately find someone to lift the curse on you."

The bandaged and dry eyeballs slowly turned over, and tremblingly, he picked up the scalpel next to him and handed it to Charles.

"Captain... peel off the... skin on my back... the... skin on my... back is not rotten..."

Charles took the scalpel away from his hand and put it in the box, "What's the name of the sacrificial ceremony you performed? Then think about whether there is a way to lift the curse in the Fortan religion, even if it delays a little bit."

"There is no way...the god's...curse...you have to... go to the land of the gods to solve it, but it's too far away..."

Seeing the bandage in front of him, Charles felt like a pinprick in his heart.

He is his first mate, and he is the one who silently supports him. Without him, it is impossible for his territory Hope Island to operate so well.

But now I can only watch him die in front of me, unable to do anything, this time Charles feels very uncomfortable.

"You won't die, try this, it may or may not work." Charles took out the black blade and stuffed it in the bandage's hand, and then Charles directly dug out the stone hidden in his palm and buried it in the bandage.

"It's useless... Captain..." The bandage pressed Charles' hand with his hand.

"Is God Futan so stingy? If there is a little sacrifice missing, it will be over if you make up for it later!" Charles' voice was tinged with frustration.

"The Holy Lord is sleeping...the one I sacrificed that day was...his God..., in fact...sacrificing is a...very dangerous...thing, otherwise...Ftan...has long ago... Occupied the sea..."

"What's the name of that god?" Charles tried to find a clue to the solution.

Bandage shook his head slowly. His eyes looked over Charles' shoulder to the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling as it swayed with the waves.

Charles suddenly saw that the extremely haggard face of the bandage improved a lot in an instant, and his eyes suddenly brightened up.

"Do you know? Captain, I actually think that I am probably not a surface person. But I am willing to go down with everyone."

"I don't have a past, but on this ship, no matter who I was or what I was before, my identity has never changed. I am the first mate of the Narwhal, and I like this identity."

The voice of the bandage didn't stop for the first time, but after he finished speaking, there was no more movement.

Looking at the bandages on the bed, Charles felt a chill down his spine at the moment, and his breathing immediately became rapid.

"Linda! Linda!!! Come in!!!"

Charles was chased out of the medical room by the ship doctor who rushed in. This time he waited for a long time, until 4 hours later, Linda with a trace of exhaustion on his face came out.

"He has been gone for a few days. Do you want to bury him at sea, or take him back to Hope Island for burial? If you want to be buried, I will go to the chef to ask for some salt to marinate the body."