Chapter 3 Relics

"My bosun died again, in the hands of those things, how long will it take for this kind of life to end, I'm so tired.

I sometimes wonder, am I already dead and this is hell?

But it's impossible to think about it. The demons in hell are much cuter than those things. Everything here is illogical, including the humans here.

When I first came here, I thought that the development stage here was the early stage of the industrial revolution, but later I learned that they also ordered a lot of technology points on the mysterious side.

But even this is useless, human beings are still living like ants, there are too many deadly things in the dark, and we are not the only social civilization here. "

Charles' diary was interrupted by a knock on the door, and the voice of Sailor Dipper came from outside.

"Captain, the main coral island is coming."

Charles walked to the bow and looked at the lighthouse in the distance, which appeared and disappeared in the darkness. He was relieved, no matter what, he finally arrived.

As the Mouse slowly approached, a huge island behind the lighthouse gradually became clear.

The gray and white of the coral rock is the main color of the island, and the various human houses that sit on it are also of the same color.

The harbor at the Coral Islands looks busy, with steamboats of all sizes coming and going. The rugged sailors waved their hats and cheered, celebrating their coming back to life.

This is a new island that has just been developed. An island that can provide human survival cannot rely on coral alone. It needs resources from other islands, which is also the source of survival for the cargo ships of the Mouse.

Many of the people passing by on the pier, with their ears curled inward, were natives of the Coral Islands.

After living on the coral islands for more than five years, human ears will curl inward for unknown reasons, and no one knows why.

But this does not stop other islands from emigrating here eagerly. Compared with the troubles of other islands, ear deformation is the slightest side effect.

After quickly handing over to the administrator, Charles walked out of the pier with an ugly expression.

What he expected was right, more than half of the goods were missing. Not only did he not make a profit on this trip, but he also lost a lot. These two months are worthless.

It will take some time for the pier to dispatch supplies, and this time is a gap for the crew of the Mouse to take a short break.

Near the pier is a row of buildings of different heights, some of which are hotels for the crew to rest, and more places for relaxation.

On the side of the busy street are some ragged beggars, lying or lying down, chanting words that only they understand.

These are the crew members who were driven crazy by the Earth Sea. No one knows what they have experienced. If you don’t want to become like them, you have to remember the iron law of the sea and don’t listen or listen.

They are lucky, because in most cases, the crew members who encounter shipwreck can only disappear with the ship.

The door of the Bat Hotel was pushed open, and in the brightly lit hall, a group of strong men who were drinking were aiming at the newcomer with ill intentions.

But when they smelled the smell of the sea on Charles' body, they averted their eyes as if nothing had happened. Those who broke into the sea and came back alive are not easy to mess with.

"I'm going to stay for 5 days, and I'll have some food delivered to my house."

"630 Echo Coins for 5-day housing, 30 delicious bread and mushroom soup, a total of 660."

In the damp room, Charles enjoyed his lunch. The food in the port area was not much better. Charles tore a few pieces of black bread and threw them into the sticky mushroom soup.

Even after being soaked in soup, the bitter black bread still made a loud noise, but he was used to it.

Charles took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and swipe his fingers randomly while eating food. The scratched screen was always black like the sky outside.

The only sound left in the single room was Charles' slow chewing.

"Captain, are you inside?" Old John's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Charles quickly put away the phone, "Come in, the door is open."

The first officer walked in cautiously, with a somewhat apologetic expression on his face. "Captain, I want to tell you that I don't want to do it anymore."

Charles frowned slightly. "Why? Haven't you seen this kind of thing a lot?"

Every time a crew member dies and someone wants to leave, he is mentally prepared. He originally thought that the most likely person would be Dipper who was scared to pee his pants, but he didn't expect that this person was actually Old John who accompanied him all the way. .

John waved his hands again and again, "I'm too old, and I occasionally fall asleep when I'm at the helm. It's too dangerous, and...and I also want to stay away from Earthsea."

Charles' mood became worse, but he didn't keep him, so they got together and parted.

He put a stack of banknotes on the table, "This is your share."

John took his reward, but he didn't turn around and leave. He stood there with a hesitant expression.

"Any thing else?"

"Hehe, Captain, you know, although I have saved a little bit, most of the previous money was spent on those girls, and this little money is not enough for me to spend the rest of my life."

"What? You don't want me to sponsor part of it, do you?"

"No, no, of course I know it's impossible, but I have something good to sell to you. Anyway, I'm off the ship, and I won't be able to use this weapon anymore."

As John said, he took out a black knife that was as long as his forearm, saying that the knife was more like a large dagger.

Charles glanced at the fat old man in confusion. It was true that the knife was the first mate's weapon, but he had no shortage of melee weapons.

"Captain, don't underestimate this knife, it's a relic!"

Charles had heard of these mysterious side things before, but hadn't seen them.

There are different opinions about the origin of the relics. Some say they come from the ocean, some say they come from the legendary Land of Light, and some say they come from those unexplored islands. No matter what their origin is, what is certain is that these things have special powers.

This kind of special is strange and strange, using them requires a price, and the price of different powers is also different.

Charles once heard that there was a ring worth 580,000 at an auction in the Isle of England. It could make the wearer invisible for a short time, but the price was that the wearer would have unbearable itching all over his body.

"What's so special about this knife?"

Seeing Charles asked a question, John immediately recovered.

"This weapon is very sharp, very sharp, very sharp." Holding the long knife, he looked at the surrounding furniture and was a little eager to try, as if he wanted to try the knife with something.

"Thank you, no need, I still think the gun is easier to use."

Relying on the revolver alone to deal with those monsters is indeed a bit weak. Charles wants some relics to defend himself, but he doesn't want a chicken rib.

Although the technology tree of the Earthsea world is a bit crooked, some big islands are electrified. In a world with guns and cannons, what is the use of a magic weapon? What's more, it is a weapon with side effects.

Seeing that Charles wanted to buy it, Old John became a little anxious, "Captain, it has other special abilities. As long as you hold it, your body's healing ability will be accelerated."

"Two? Then what's the price?" Relics are weird things. The advantages and disadvantages are not equal. Sometimes, the benefits are only a little bit, but the price of the side effects can make the owner of the relic feel worse than death.

"It's not particularly serious. If you hold it for a long time, you will have a suicidal urge in your heart. As long as you don't hold it at ordinary times, it's fine."

Charles took the black knife and found that it was unexpectedly light. The knife didn't seem to be made of iron, it was almost like plastic when held in his hand.

After scratching his hand with the tip of the knife, the wound was indeed healing slowly, but it wasn't that exaggerated, at most three times the normal amount.

"The price is acceptable, and the benefits are not bad. There is no ship doctor on my ship. This thing can make up for this defect to a certain extent."

Charles decided to buy this knife. Sharpening the knife is not a mistake for woodcutters, and the money should still be spent.

Both parties knew the bottom line, and in the end Charles bought the relic with 160,000 echoes.