Chapter 491 [Tongue of Thorns]
The sound of the tide gradually faded away from my ears.
Hunter opened his eyes and everything around him seemed to be double.
Unknown ceiling.
He coughed violently, as if he was choking. The feeling of blockage in his lungs eased, but he didn't cough up any water.
Hunter only felt that he had a vague dream, as if he had dreamed of a world made of steel. Red molten iron replaced the rivers. When he looked up, he saw no longer the sun in the sky, but an eternally burning furnace.
His consciousness and reason gradually returned, and he slowly recalled what had happened. After rubbing his head which still ached slightly, he smiled bitterly.
He didn't know what happened afterwards, he just felt that after seeing those steel warships, the string of his rationality broke.
It's not his fault. As a scholar, how can he not care when he finds out that what he has done in his life is meaningless? Hunter sat up from the bed. It seemed that he was not on the boat anymore. The curtains swayed gently with the breeze, and sunlight poured in.
But Hunter had no interest in exploring. He didn't even go to the window to take a look. He just sat there blankly with numbness in his eyes.
It doesn’t matter. My research, my efforts, and my life seem to have no value.
The door was pushed open, and a man in a white robe walked in. When he saw Hunter sitting there, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"You woke up so soon? Fortunately you didn't try to escape. Ever since the last time a patient with Castell syndrome escaped and caused chaos, the wards here have been equipped with strict security. I don't want to treat your trauma again."
Hunter's brain was turning instinctively, and he drew some terrible conclusions from the man's words, but he threw them aside without caring and shook his head:
"It doesn't matter."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you've regained your sanity so quickly. You have the best qualities among these patients." The doctor filled out the medical record in his hand and then tore off a page. "Here is your diagnosis certificate. You can be discharged with it."
Hunter reached out to take it, but found that the doctor did not hand over the paper, but looked at him with a smile.
After hesitating for a moment, Hunter fumbled in his pocket and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have any money on me now."
"Hunter. Hunter Godfrey Watts, you are a scholar, right?"
Hunter nodded and straightened his back subconsciously, then as if realizing something, his back slumped again.
He was indeed a noble, but what was the use of being a noble? It was nothing but a joke in front of these miraculous creations.
"I wonder how much you know about the Secret Order?"
"Well, I don't know much. It seems to be a religious organization in Blood Harbor, responsible for the law and order in Blood Harbor?"
"First of all, the Secret Order is not a religious organization. Secondly, it is not responsible for the public security of Blood Harbor. Instead, it assists in the management of certain areas. It is better to be careful with your words. Trouble comes from the mouth." The doctor sat down beside Hunter's bed with a smile.
"The Secret Order was once a cult in the lower city of Blood Harbor. Now, after being reformed and reorganized by my Lord, it has become an ordinary organization. It is officially recognized by Castel and is a completely legal organization."
Hunter looked at the doctor and nodded, but then the doctor changed the subject.
"But my sect is not so...legal."
Hunter froze.
The doctor's mouth corners curled up a little, he opened his mouth, and Hunter vaguely saw some black lines on his tongue.
"Tongue of Thorns, this is the name of the sect I belong to. You must have witnessed Castel's miracles before, right?"
"Oh, I know what you're thinking from the look on your face. If I tell you, will I see more in the future?"
"You will see the power of the gods, you will see the wonders of the world, you will see things that have never appeared in your wildest fantasies."
"Ah, I can already see the hesitation in your eyes."
"Don't be surprised, don't be afraid, don't panic. Those miraculous creations are all the will of my Lord. Those powerful weapons are the wrath of my Lord. The airships and ironclad ships are the eyes and hands of my Lord. Castel is the kingdom of my Lord."
"You may have guessed something - don't tell it! My Lord does not allow anyone to chant his name as a god. We must obey, seal our mouths with thorns, and fulfill our oath with our will."
“When you are lost, just recite the name of the Lord in your heart, and the fog will dissipate and you will not be shaken.”
The doctor handed over the diagnosis certificate, and Hunter took it subconsciously. When he looked up again, the room was empty.
This startled him, and when he was about to stand up to check, the door was suddenly pushed open.
A flaxen-haired girl walked in and was stunned for a moment when she saw Hunter standing beside the bed. "You woke up so soon? It's good that you woke up. I'll give you a diagnosis certificate and you can leave the hospital as soon as possible."
After she finished speaking, she picked up a booklet and wrote something. When she looked up, she saw Hunter standing there with his eyes wide open. She asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
Hunter shuddered and quietly stuffed the "diagnosis certificate" in his hand into his clothes.
"No! No ma'am, where are we now?"
"In the quarantine area of the dock customs, you can officially land on the island after completing the formalities. Um, are you a scholar?"
"Y-yeah, what's the problem?"
"Of course there is a problem." The girl's eyes were full of worry. "In Castel, scholars are the most dangerous group, even more dangerous than the extraordinary people. The danger I'm talking about is you being in danger. Do you understand?"
Hunter swallowed his saliva: "Is there any danger?"
"Castell's syndrome. You've already had an attack before you even got to the island. Forget it when you see the Stellar Furnace later. I'll write a detailed report on your medical record so they can treat you directly."
"There is one more thing, very important, you have to remember--." The girl said while writing down the record quickly:
"Don't be too curious, and don't let your imagination run wild."
“The more you know, the more you see, the more you think, the more likely you are to go crazy.”
"Also, don't listen to some heretical theories!"
After coming out of the quarantine area, Hunter was registered and searched and left the customs in Castell.
Looking back, this is a huge dock area. Not far away on the sea there is a towering steel lighthouse with a unique shape. Perhaps it is a monument?
Next to the lighthouse, there are several large ships parked. Each ship has a huge crane with steel cables extending all the way into the sea. No one knows what they are doing.
(End of this chapter)
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