Chapter 355.: Blindness
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Chapter 355. Blindness
Darkness. A perpetual darkness was all that Charles could see ahead of him. Charles had thought that he would soon adapt to losing his sight, but he realized that he still couldn't get used to it even after a significant amount of time had passed.
A soft hand gradually held the back of his head and lifted him up before the edge of a cold iron bowl was pressed against his lips.
A familiar metallic scent assaulted his nostrils.
"What is this medicine?" he asked.
"Human blood. It will expedite your healing."
"Can drinking blood achieve that?"
"It doesn't work for others, but it works for you because of your body constitution."
Hearing this, Charles parted his lips and emptied the contents within.
He wasn't sure if it was good news or bad news, but his body constitution was gradually leaning toward that of a vampire after his extensive use of the Bat Mirror.
If I completely turn into a vampire, will my vision be restored? A ridiculous thought crossed his mind.
While Charles was deep in thought, he could feel Linda's hands tending to his wounds and changing his bandages.
When she reached his reattached leg, Charles reached out a hand and harshly pinched the lower segment. The twinge of pain that coursed through him had him letting out a sigh of relief.
Linda did an impressive job. At least she saved my leg.
He then moved his hand toward the bedside table and fumbled around. His attempt was met with a woman's hand, which passed him a folded piece of paper.
Feeling the nautical chart in his hands, the corners of Charles' lips curved up into a faint smile. That was his ticket back home.
According to the information in Laesto's tablet, the Foundation had maintained communication with the surface world. Since the surface's exit was being labeled on the map, the pinpointed location would surely be accurate.
Anna would probably be overjoyed to hear this news. N♡vεlB¡n: Your Escape into Infinite Tales.
"Captain, what would you like to eat? I can prepare something." Linda's voice broke Charles' train of thought.
Charles was slightly taken aback; he had never heard of such personalized services for the wounded on the Narwhale.
"There's no need for any special considerations for me. I'll have what the crew is having."
Immediately following this, he heard the shuffling of footsteps from the left side of his bed toward his right. And the next moment, a hand unexpectedly rested on his thigh.
"Get out of the way. The Captain doesn't want to meet anyone right now!"
The chatters and voices of the crowd grew even louder, but they were also rapidly moving further away.
After taking the car back to the Governor's Mansion, Dipp diligently assisted Charles in getting out of the vehicle and also supported him back into the room. A thrill of excitement could be seen in his monstrous face; he felt needed by his captain once again.
"Enough, enough. Don't deal with these tiny matters around here. Go to the cafe on the first floor of Building 48 in the Central District. Call those prosthetic makers over. Tell them that I'm looking for them," Charles instructed.
"Alright! I'll go and get them immediately!" Excited to be ordered around by his captain again, Dipp rushed out like a gust of wind.
Feeling the cushion woven from resilient spider silk underneath him, Charles took in a deep breath and then let it out. He fished out the map in his inner coat pocket and caressed it.
Suddenly, he heard movement at the door.
"Who's there?" He turned an ear toward the direction of the sound and listened intently.
To his surprise, the intruder walked right up toward Charles and reached out to tear off the bandages over his face.
A familiar scent of intermingled alcohol, herbs and sweat reached his nostrils. A hint of a smile appeared on Charles' countenance.
"How about it? Do you have a way to treat me?"
"Weren't things fine before? How did you suddenly end up like this? How did you get injured so badly all of a sudden?" The vexation in Laesto's voice was unmistakable.
"Exploring islands is always unpredictable. To be honest, I'm lucky that I managed to come back alive. By the way, I have good news for you. Look! This is the map that marked the location of the surface's exit."
However, Laesto's voice was far from pleased as he slapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand. "Argh! Just continue with your suicide attempts! One day, you'll be dying before my eyes."
Just then, another voice boomed at the doorway.
"How could you injure your eyes?!"
Charles was surprised at this individual's arrival. He clearly discerned the voice to belong to the Pope, and he could hear the extreme anxiety in the latter's tone.
"What were you doing? How could you have injured your eyes? Your eyeballs? Where are your eyeballs?" the aged voice was laced with apparent grumpiness.
"I don't know. I probably left them on the island."
The Pope's roar nearly blasted the ceiling off.
"The island! Why didn't you bring them back?! What if there's a way to restore them? Has your brain become mush?"
Charles's brows furrowed in frustration.
"I deeply appreciate your concern for me. But do you really think I wished for this to happen to me?"
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Chapter 355. Blindness
Darkness. A perpetual darkness was all that Charles could see ahead of him. Charles had thought that he would soon adapt to losing his sight, but he realized that he still couldn't get used to it even after a significant amount of time had passed.
A soft hand gradually held the back of his head and lifted him up before the edge of a cold iron bowl was pressed against his lips.
A familiar metallic scent assaulted his nostrils.
"What is this medicine?" he asked.
"Human blood. It will expedite your healing."
"Can drinking blood achieve that?"
"It doesn't work for others, but it works for you because of your body constitution."
Hearing this, Charles parted his lips and emptied the contents within.
He wasn't sure if it was good news or bad news, but his body constitution was gradually leaning toward that of a vampire after his extensive use of the Bat Mirror.
If I completely turn into a vampire, will my vision be restored? A ridiculous thought crossed his mind.
While Charles was deep in thought, he could feel Linda's hands tending to his wounds and changing his bandages.
When she reached his reattached leg, Charles reached out a hand and harshly pinched the lower segment. The twinge of pain that coursed through him had him letting out a sigh of relief.
Linda did an impressive job. At least she saved my leg.
He then moved his hand toward the bedside table and fumbled around. His attempt was met with a woman's hand, which passed him a folded piece of paper.
Feeling the nautical chart in his hands, the corners of Charles' lips curved up into a faint smile. That was his ticket back home.
According to the information in Laesto's tablet, the Foundation had maintained communication with the surface world. Since the surface's exit was being labeled on the map, the pinpointed location would surely be accurate.
Anna would probably be overjoyed to hear this news. N♡vεlB¡n: Your Escape into Infinite Tales.
"Captain, what would you like to eat? I can prepare something." Linda's voice broke Charles' train of thought.
Charles was slightly taken aback; he had never heard of such personalized services for the wounded on the Narwhale.
"There's no need for any special considerations for me. I'll have what the crew is having."
Immediately following this, he heard the shuffling of footsteps from the left side of his bed toward his right. And the next moment, a hand unexpectedly rested on his thigh.
"Get out of the way. The Captain doesn't want to meet anyone right now!"
The chatters and voices of the crowd grew even louder, but they were also rapidly moving further away.
After taking the car back to the Governor's Mansion, Dipp diligently assisted Charles in getting out of the vehicle and also supported him back into the room. A thrill of excitement could be seen in his monstrous face; he felt needed by his captain once again.
"Enough, enough. Don't deal with these tiny matters around here. Go to the cafe on the first floor of Building 48 in the Central District. Call those prosthetic makers over. Tell them that I'm looking for them," Charles instructed.
"Alright! I'll go and get them immediately!" Excited to be ordered around by his captain again, Dipp rushed out like a gust of wind.
Feeling the cushion woven from resilient spider silk underneath him, Charles took in a deep breath and then let it out. He fished out the map in his inner coat pocket and caressed it.
Suddenly, he heard movement at the door.
"Who's there?" He turned an ear toward the direction of the sound and listened intently.
To his surprise, the intruder walked right up toward Charles and reached out to tear off the bandages over his face.
A familiar scent of intermingled alcohol, herbs and sweat reached his nostrils. A hint of a smile appeared on Charles' countenance.
"How about it? Do you have a way to treat me?"
"Weren't things fine before? How did you suddenly end up like this? How did you get injured so badly all of a sudden?" The vexation in Laesto's voice was unmistakable.
"Exploring islands is always unpredictable. To be honest, I'm lucky that I managed to come back alive. By the way, I have good news for you. Look! This is the map that marked the location of the surface's exit."
However, Laesto's voice was far from pleased as he slapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand. "Argh! Just continue with your suicide attempts! One day, you'll be dying before my eyes."
Just then, another voice boomed at the doorway.
"How could you injure your eyes?!"
Charles was surprised at this individual's arrival. He clearly discerned the voice to belong to the Pope, and he could hear the extreme anxiety in the latter's tone.
"What were you doing? How could you have injured your eyes? Your eyeballs? Where are your eyeballs?" the aged voice was laced with apparent grumpiness.
"I don't know. I probably left them on the island."
The Pope's roar nearly blasted the ceiling off.
"The island! Why didn't you bring them back?! What if there's a way to restore them? Has your brain become mush?"
Charles's brows furrowed in frustration.
"I deeply appreciate your concern for me. But do you really think I wished for this to happen to me?"
Chapter 355. Blindness Darkness. A perpetual darkness was all that Charles could see ahead of him. Charles had thought that he would soon adapt to losing his sight, but he realized that he still couldn't get used to it even after a significant amount of time had passed. A soft hand gradually held the back of his head and lifted him up before the edge of a cold iron bowl was pressed against his lips. A familiar metallic scent assaulted his nostrils. "What is this medicine?" he asked. "Human blood. It will expedite your healing." "Can drinking blood achieve that?" "It doesn't work for others, but it works for you because of your body constitution." Hearing this, Charles parted his lips and emptied the contents within. He wasn't sure if it was good news or bad news, but his body constitution was gradually leaning toward that of a vampire after his extensive use of the Bat Mirror. If I completely turn into a vampire, will my vision be restored? A ridiculous thought crossed his mind. While Charles was deep in thought, he could feel Linda's hands tending to his wounds and changing his bandages. When she reached his reattached leg, Charles reached out a hand and harshly pinched the lower segment. The twinge of pain that coursed through him had him letting out a sigh of relief. Linda did an impressive job. At least she saved my leg. He then moved his hand toward the bedside table and fumbled around. His attempt was met with a woman's hand, which passed him a folded piece of paper. Feeling the nautical chart in his hands, the corners of Charles' lips curved up into a faint smile. That was his ticket back home. According to the information in Laesto's tablet, the Foundation had maintained communication with the surface world. Since the surface's exit was being labeled on the map, the pinpointed location would surely be accurate. Anna would probably be overjoyed to hear this news. NvlBn: Your Escape into Infinite Tales."Captain, what would you like to eat? I can prepare something." Linda's voice broke Charles' train of thought. Charles was slightly taken aback; he had never heard of such personalized services for the wounded on the Narwhale. "There's no need for any special considerations for me. I'll have what the crew is having." Immediately following this, he heard the shuffling of footsteps from the left side of his bed toward his right. And the next moment, a hand unexpectedly rested on his thigh. "Get out of the way. The Captain doesn't want to meet anyone right now!" The chatters and voices of the crowd grew even louder, but they were also rapidly moving further away. After taking the car back to the Governor's Mansion, Dipp diligently assisted Charles in getting out of the vehicle and also supported him back into the room. A thrill of excitement could be seen in his monstrous face; he felt needed by his captain once again. "Enough, enough. Don't deal with these tiny matters around here. Go to the cafe on the first floor of Building 48 in the Central District. Call those prosthetic makers over. Tell them that I'm looking for them," Charles instructed. "Alright! I'll go and get them immediately!" Excited to be ordered around by his captain again, Dipp rushed out like a gust of wind. Feeling the cushion woven from resilient spider silk underneath him, Charles took in a deep breath and then let it out. He fished out the map in his inner coat pocket and caressed it. Suddenly, he heard movement at the door. "Who's there?" He turned an ear toward the direction of the sound and listened intently. To his surprise, the intruder walked right up toward Charles and reached out to tear off the bandages over his face. A familiar scent of intermingled alcohol, herbs and sweat reached his nostrils. A hint of a smile appeared on Charles' countenance. "How about it? Do you have a way to treat me?" "Weren't things fine before? How did you suddenly end up like this? How did you get injured so badly all of a sudden?" The vexation in Laesto's voice was unmistakable. "Exploring islands is always unpredictable. To be honest, I'm lucky that I managed to come back alive. By the way, I have good news for you. Look! This is the map that marked the location of the surface's exit." However, Laesto's voice was far from pleased as he slapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand. "Argh! Just continue with your suicide attempts! One day, you'll be dying before my eyes." Just then, another voice boomed at the doorway. "How could you injure your eyes?!" Charles was surprised at this individual's arrival. He clearly discerned the voice to belong to the Pope, and he could hear the extreme anxiety in the latter's tone. "What were you doing? How could you have injured your eyes? Your eyeballs? Where are your eyeballs?" the aged voice was laced with apparent grumpiness. "I don't know. I probably left them on the island." The Pope's roar nearly blasted the ceiling off. "The island! Why didn't you bring them back?! What if there's a way to restore them? Has your brain become mush?" Charles's brows furrowed in frustration. "I deeply appreciate your concern for me. But do you really think I wished for this to happen to me?"
