Chapter 59 Doctor's Things

"Can you tell me everything about this thing now?" the Doctor said in a low voice.

Charles nodded and stepped aside to let him in. "Please come in."

Facing the Doctor, Charles slowly started to talk about everything related to the smartphone.

The Doctor listened silently, his good hand constantly rubbing the surface of the smartphone.

"This device can be used for communication, entertainment, and even work. On Earth's surface, I couldn't survive a day without it..."

As Charles spoke, he seemed to return to that peaceful setting. He hadn't realized it before, but only after coming to the chaotic Earth Sea did he understand how wonderful his previous life was.

"So, this is a tool for communication, like a telegraph?"

"You could understand it that way."

The Doctor paused for a moment before speaking, "Actually, I once had something like this too."

This unexpected news almost made Charles, who was drinking water, choke. He had actually guessed it right—this guy actually had a smartphone?!

The Doctor lifted up his white robe, so dirty it was almost unrecognizable, and pulled out a square object wrapped in cloth.

When Charles clearly saw what was inside, he was instantly shocked and stood up. It was a black device, resembling a tablet in appearance.

The back cover of the device was already open, exposing the green circuit board nakedly.

Looking at this object that clearly didn't seem like it was from Earth Sea, he quickly asked, "Is this yours? Are you also from Earth's surface? What year did you come down?"

Charles's first reaction was that this person in front of him had fallen down just like himself.

"This is not mine. It belonged to my great-grandfather," the Doctor said as he looked at the tablet, an expression of remembrance appearing on his ugly face.

"I don't know much about him. My great-grandfather died very early, and the only thing he left me was this device."

"My father told me to keep it safe. But he never told me what it actually was. This has always been a mystery to me. I've sought out many people, but no one knows."

"Could his great-grandfather have traveled through time like me?" Charles immediately dismissed this thought. The Doctor was so old, his great-grandfather could only be older. The invention of tablets and smartphones were around the same time; it was not possible for him to have come down at the same moment as Charles.

Thinking this, Charles took the tablet and started examining it closely. He quickly noticed the differences. Compared to the modern sleek and lightweight designs, the tablet in his hand was clearly bulkier and clumsier.

Just by the weight, which was about two pounds, Charles could tell that this was definitely not a product from Earth's surface. Any manufacturer that made this tablet would go bankrupt in minutes.

"Do you have any way to fix this? I reckon I won't have descendants, and I don't intend to pass this on. I just want to know what exactly my great-grandfather wanted his descendants to keep safe," the Doctor's eyes were fixed on the tablet.

"Sorry, I can't help you with that," Charles apologized. When it came to repairing electronic devices, he really couldn't be of much help.

"You said before that as long as there's electricity, the Black Mirror could light up again. Does that mean if we supply it with electricity, it could work?"

"Although I don't know what voltage Coral Island uses now, it's certainly not compatible with your tablet. Trying recklessly could easily damage it."

Doctor's face showed a hint of unwillingness.

At this moment, Charles was pondering even more. If this thing wasn't from Earth's surface, then it was obviously manufactured by the humans of Earth Sea. If their past technology was advanced enough to create tablets, then why is Earth Sea Technology still at the level of the 18th to 19th century? It made no sense.

This association instinctively brought back to Charles's mind the memory of the island that housed the Third Laboratory.

If anyone in the entire Earth Sea civilization was most likely to have created a tablet, it would be the humans from the Third Laboratory, considering they'd even used fingerprint recognition.

Could Doctor's great-grandfather have been one of the original laboratory staff?

But then the same question was laid before Charles: Where had those humans, with their powerful technology and possession of so many powerful relics, gone to now? More puzzles filled Charles's mind.

"Regardless, I still have to thank you. I finally know what my great-grandfather left behind, and I'll try to get it to light up. Our agreement is still in effect," the Doctor said as he picked up the tablet and started walking toward the door.

The moment Doctor opened the door, he startled Margaret, who had been eavesdropping. She quickly ran behind Charles, peering out timidly.

Doctor turned around and looked at Charles. "Do you want me to make her forget everything she just heard? I have a way."

"Forget it. It doesn't matter."

Previously, Charles had told every person he met on Earth's surface about his arrival, but they all considered him a madman. Not a single person believed him.

When he saw that the Sun God Sect had imagined the Sun as a triangle, he understood completely. Unless the truth was laid out before them, they wouldn't believe it. Humans can be so ignorant sometimes, only believing what they want to believe.

Doctor turned around and limped through the corridor towards the dim stairway.

Margaret said uneasily, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I thought my father had come."

"It won't be that fast. Your things and your letter, I've sent someone to deliver them to He Fang. It'll take at least half a month to get there."

After hesitating for a while, Margaret lowered her little head, her toes tapping on the floor. "Sir, may I stay in this room? It's so dark in that other room... I'm a little scared..."

"Suit yourself. Just keep quiet," Charles replied as he pulled out his journal and began to write his sea log.

As she watched the young man bowed in writing, Margaret's face gradually flushed.

Charles preferred life at sea compared to his days returning to Coral Island. Despite the dangers and hardships, he always felt he was on a path toward his goal, whereas staying on the island felt like wasting time.

Charles now had a sea chart and a ship but he couldn't leave yet. First, his injuries had not fully healed, and secondly, Sonni's head and that 5 million hadn't been deposited yet.

In the following days, Margaret spent a short time with Charles. Margaret lived close by, and any attempt at escape would be promptly reported by the rats.

However, the girl did not try to escape. On the contrary, as time passed by, she began to enjoy this life and, consciously or unconsciously, wished to stay by Charles's side.

But these peaceful days didn't last long. One morning, when Charles saw the Governor of Coral Island's cruiser chasing fishing boats on the sea, he knew something was about to happen.

The gates between the port district and the inner city, which were rarely opened, were now ajar, and a lavish motorcade drove out from within.

His excellent eyesight allowed Charles to clearly see the man in the carriage with an unusually gorgeous, heavy makeup – a face he had seen in the newspapers. It was Nico, the Governor of Coral Island.