One whip, two whip...

William counted silently in his heart.

When he counted to the double digits, even if he gritted his teeth and didn't scream, his sweat could not stop sliding down from both sides of his forehead.

Charles next to him was not in such a good situation. After taking a whip, the boy hummed and fainted completely.

Fortunately, Old Joe stopped here - probably what William said just now worked, and he finally began to fear the possible influence of the Norman family.

William did not expect that Charles had the courage to whip Old Joe. He was ready to be beaten, but he did not want the expected pain to be delayed. Then came Old Joe's roar and the sailors' exclamations. He heard Charles wailing a few times in the chaos. He couldn't see what was going on because his body was tied up and he couldn't see exactly what was going on.

It was not until Charles was tied up on the deck that he learned that the timid young man in front of him had done such a shocking feat.

At one moment, William was even moved to tears. Of course, it was also possible that the severe pain on his back made him have such an impulse. The whipping was not a joke. He probably had already grown skin and flesh on his back. In addition, Old Qiao deliberately soaked the sea water with a whip, which was probably the same as the torture of hell that the pastors said.

Old Qiao was patrolling back and forth with satisfaction, and occasionally rolled up William's eyelids to check whether he had really fainted.

After counting to the thirty-seventh time, consciousness finally left him.

A hazy and warm white light enveloped him, as if he had returned to the world of the chicks that had not yet broken the eggshell. Many noisy sounds were isolated, and he tried hard to argue and tried to find the sounds he was familiar with.

Most of the chaotic and chaotic voices were filled with praise and praise. They shouted William's name, mixed with applause and joy. Everyone was talking, and only the woman hummed softly clearly penetrated everything and came to her ears. It was her mother.

He wanted to get closer to the source of the sound, but found that he could not take any steps. William looked down at himself and found that he was holding a jar containing Mr. Gangbang's body.

He is the cowardly boy...

"……Mother."

Before the brunette-covered blonde boy was completely unconscious, someone heard him calling in a low voice.

The undulating sounds of the tides and the bitter and salty air awakened William from his sleep. The church’s evening bell echoed in dusk, and the setting sun shone, and the sunlight passed through the windowsill to coat the interior with a warm golden color. Everything was blurred and unreal.

He had a very long dream. When he woke up, he forgot the content of the dream, and felt weak all over and exhausted.

William tried to move, and the stinging pain from behind immediately pulled him back to reality.

The dormitory door quietly opened, and Charles came in gently. He found that William had woken up and seemed a little surprised: "I was whipped several dozen times, and the doctor said you will have to recover at least two or three days."

"Uh..." William wanted to support his body, but the sharp pain caused him to give up. "How many days have I been sleeping?"

"Just one day," said Charles, "I'll call the doctor now. He told me to wait for you to wake up and notify him."

William raised his hand to stop him: "I want to wait quietly for a while...whether of my pendant?"

"The sparkling one? Old Joe took it away." Charles gestured as a star, "It seems he has never seen anything like this before."

It's awful. William grabbed the curly hair on his head and moaned, "Damn it... I have to get it back."

"Stop it for a while. Drink it." Charles handed him a steaming drink, "Let's lie down for a few days first. I know where he put it."

"I can't help thinking about it now." William took it and took a sip, frowned immediately, "What is this? It's so bitter."

"The medicine given by the doctor is good for your wounds. It is said that a lot of oriental medicinal materials have been added, high-end products."

Charles waved his hand despite William's resistance, helping him hold his head and urged him to finish the drink quickly: "Don't waste it."

"Old Qiao didn't beat me to death, I'm almost scalding you to death!" William rolled his eyes.

"I...I didn't have time to test the temperature." Charles was very embarrassed when he pinched the empty cup. "As soon as the medicine was boiled, I quickly brought it over."

William did not answer the conversation, and Charles couldn't say anything. The silence in the room returned to its original state, and only the sunlight was slowly moving away. The shadows in the room were getting longer and longer, and the darkness was rolling, and the sun was about to sink to the level of the sea.

"Well... I'm actually very grateful for you." William suddenly said in silence for a long time, "If I hadn't been you in the past two days, I would probably be useless."

"No!" Charles suddenly became numb, "I should thank you... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been like this."

"Don't think so. There's something else if it doesn't happen," William comforted him. "He always wants to cause trouble for me anyway." Then he changed his mind, "But don't show off anymore, it's too dangerous. There's nothing to be ashamed to admit that there are things that cannot be done."

Charles sighed with his head down, his ears red: "You are smart, I know I'm not as good as you."

"I also have a friend who is smarter than me. Actually, I have always been quite jealous of him. I have been growing up with other people's praises since I was a child. When I first realized this, it was difficult to accept this fact." William put his arms under his neck, opened his eyes to look at the peeling roof of the wall, and was very calm. "Later I found that talent really couldn't force it. But kind choices and brave hearts can be decided by myself." He paused for a moment, as if he was in deep thought. He felt that he was a little too nagging, but continued: "He chose a dangerous road to save another friend's father. I am not as good as him. I admire you very much if you dare to fight with Lao Qiao. There is no need to complain."

After saying this to him, Charles felt even more embarrassed: "You saved my life, how could I hit you again! That's too heartless... After Mr. Genggu's affairs, I swear that I can't be a coward again!"

William was speechless for a moment. He was a living person and was compared with a bug, and he always felt something strange.

The air was so quiet that Charles scratched his head and changed the topic: "Have you figured out that puzzle?"

"No. Later, I was arrested by Lao Qiao to do hard work, so I didn't have time to think about it." William rubbed his forehead and showed a distressed expression, "But... where did the bell just now come from? Church?"

After arriving in Plymouth, he had not left the military port.

"St Andrew's Church," said Charles, "just on a hillside in the old town. Do you think Arthur hid something there?"

"I'm not sure...but his riddle poem does mention the church." William bit his lips and thought deeply, "Church, the sound of the bell... I haven't noticed it normally, but when I woke up today I heard it clearly - to move my ears?"

"Ah?" Charles was confused for a moment.

"The four 'dears' have to move their ears, which is written in the poem." William was a little uncertain. "Did I pay attention to the sound of the church bells? But what do the four 'dears' mean?"

"Didn't you say this?" Charles picked up the book "Richard II" from his desk, turned on the second act and pointed to the words on the page, "There are exactly four."

William's eyes widened in surprise.
Chapter completed!