The words still had a sting to them.
At this mont, Uncle Jack roughly understood that Aitar probably hadn't turned into a pirate to co back and rob them.
If he had truly gone bad, he would have acted against him long ago.
"Hmph... you brat!"
"Co over and help!"
Uncle Jack took a couple of breaths, glared at him, and then turned his head to continue with his tasks.
Aitar quietly walked over and started to help.
He didn't know what to say.
But he knew that saying less or saying nothing at all was best.
Now he was mostly able to suppress those evil thoughts in his mind.
But Aitar didn't think they posed no threat.
He clearly felt that this influence had only hidden itself, transforming into sothing deeper.
While sorting through Old Nelson's belongings, Uncle Jack kept chattering.
"Before you, Rogel and Lina already ca back, it was just before..."
Here, Uncle Jack paused and glanced at Aitar.
"Never mind, let's not talk about them."
He wanted to change the subject.
After all, in his view, the reason Aitar left Sea Serpent Island was because of Rogel.
"I t him before."
To this, Aitar only said quietly.
His calm deanor took Uncle Jack by surprise.
"Seems like you've been through a lot, and changed quite a bit..."
There was a touch of relief in Uncle Jack's tone.
He never thought he would see this child again in his lifeti.
But unexpectedly, he not only returned but had also changed for the better.
As he thought of this, he was silent for a mont, and tidied up Aitar's ssy and slightly blood-stained hair.
"You must have suffered a lot..."
Upon hearing this sentence.
Aitar's eyes instantly turned red, and all the suppressed mixed emotions of grievance, pain, sadness, and so forth, surged forth incessantly, like a soda bottle whose cap had been ripped off.
But he still held it in, stubbornly turned his head away, and continued sorting things.
"...it's nothing."
His voice was hoarse and choked.
Seeing this, Uncle Jack couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, you brat, still as stubborn as ever."
Aitar pursed his lips and said nothing.
In the end, after straightening the tombstone, Uncle Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat in front of Old Nelson's tombstone.
Old Nelson's tombstone stood right beside Holly's, facing the dock.
Feeling the fatigue from his body, Uncle Jack simply sat on the ground.
Aitar stayed by his side in silence.
"Old Nelson is dead."
Uncle Jack's voice was very calm, as if he was recounting a mundane matter.
"He lay on the chair, with a smile on his face, probably thinking of sothing happy."
"He was really lucky."
"If only I could die like this before any crisis hit."
"It's just a pity, I don't have a wife."
Uncle Jack sighed.
It wasn't death or crisis that made him sigh, but having no wife.
However, Aitar looked at him seriously: "Old man, co with ."
Hearing this, Uncle Jack glanced at him in so surprise, then lightly chuckled and shook his head.
"Though I'm really glad to see you finally have a bit of human touch, I still can't agree to it."
"If I wanted to leave, I would've gone with the others long ago."
Hearing this, Aitar frowned.
Before he could speak, Uncle Jack patted his arm.
"Alright, you brat, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't plan on leaving."
"You probably won't leave today, right? Then stay here and chat with ."
"Can you do that?"
Looking at Uncle Jack in front of him.
Aitar felt very complicated, but in the end, he still nodded silently.
...
After a day and night of sailing, the Gelin entered the port of an unfamiliar small island.
[After a long journey, you've found the island from which you once set sail, perhaps you can call it—Island of Origin.]
This brief line flashed by with no other hints.
Rogel looked at the surroundings, feeling sowhat emotional.
The scenery here was almost identical to the animation shown at the ti of departure.
Although it was a bit hard to find, this island did exist and was not just a made-up legend.
This proved that Rogel's ga character wasn't born out of thin air.
Thinking for a mont, Rogel took out the pearl his mother gave him.
As for the small boat, it was stashed in the cave space.
[I'll go alone, it shouldn't take long.]
After informing the crew, Rogel walked onto the island.
After glancing at the sign by the dock, Rogel learned the na of the island.
Round Point Island, a na with profound aning.
The dock was unattended, perhaps because whoever was supposed to be there had left temporarily.
Rogel followed a path advancing into Round Point Island.
Soon, he encountered the first person on the island.
It was an old man sitting by the roadside in a daze, lost in thought.
Rogel approached and started a conversation with the old man, hoping he might recognize him.
Embarrassingly, although this is the birthplace of his ga character, Rogel didn't know his parents' nas, so naturally, he couldn't find his own ho.
Thus, he could only hope that soone on the island would recognize him.
As it turned out, his instincts were correct.
[Are you... Rock's child?]
[That's right, it's you! You seem to be called Rogel.]
The old man's mory was evidently sharp, as he rembered Rogel and recognized him imdiately, even calling out his na.
[I never expected you'd co back from the voyage...]
[But, alas, if only you had returned sooner...]
Recognizing Rogel, the old man began to sigh.
This reaction suddenly gave Rogel a sense of foreboding.
It couldn't be...
[Your parents passed away not long ago.]
Rogel's face froze.
He was indeed right.
As soon as he arrived, the ga character's parents had kicked the bucket.
What a sha!
Perhaps he shouldn't have co this ti.
In that case, theoretically, the ga character's parents might remain in a "Schrodinger's Parents" half-dead state; as long as Rogel didn't co, the ga character's parents might not necessarily die...
...Alright, this situation might be worse than just dying.
After taking a deep breath, Rogel asked the old man for the address of his ho.
The old man rembered it very clearly.
After obtaining the specifics, Rogel started to head towards ho.
The old man watched his departing figure quietly.
...
Passing through a small village, where only a few lonely people resided, the population was quite sparse.
Squeak...
Pushing open the dusty, aged door, the ga character slowly walked inside.
It was sowhat dark inside, so Rogel took out the Pearl Lamp to illuminate the surroundings.
Although the house couldn't be called luxurious, it was spacious enough, with complete furniture and utensils, fitting the description of "a modest property".
Rogel stepped into a bedroom.
There was an unmade bed and a dusty bookshelf.
Glancing at the books on the shelf, Rogel confird that this should be the ga character's room.
After a round of searching, he found sothing useful.
[You've found Rogel's diary ×1.]
Rogel opened the diary and began to read.
Perhaps it contained information about [Hei's Soul].
But, unexpectedly, there was none.
It was just so ordinary records.
Like what book was read today, how the mood was, and so forth, with no ntion or related details about [Hei's Soul].
This left Rogel a bit speechless.
Just as the initial animation described—it wasn't ntioned to anyone.
Did it have to be so authentic? Couldn't they at least leave so clues...
Rogel closed the diary, resigned, and began to check other rooms.
Finally, he arrived in the upstairs bedroom.
After careful searching, Rogel found a notebook hidden in a deep corner.
[You've found Mother's Notebook ×1.]
Upon opening it to the first page, Rogel read a striking line.
[God, I have never believed in your existence, but now I pray to you, please save this poor child that I've taken in...]
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