Holding the echo banknotes in his hands, John turned around and was about to leave with a secret joy, but he pushed open the door and was about to leave, but after thinking for a while, he turned around in embarrassment.

Looking at the figure behind him that was intertwined between the light and the darkness, he wanted to speak but stopped.

"Captain, I'm leaving too. To be honest, why don't you go ashore too? You saved enough money to buy a exploratory boat? What can you do? The Land of Light does not exist."

“Exist.”

Although Charles' tone was calm, his eyes were firm.

"How is this possible, something bigger than an island, hanging in the air, selflessly providing us with light and warmth and dispelling darkness? It's all made up by the God of Light."

Seeing that Charles remained silent, Old John sighed and continued to persuade: "When I saw you, although you didn't even say anything, you were so energetic, cheerful and confident. What a good boy I thought at that time. If I had a granddaughter, I would definitely introduce it to you."

"You don't have to hide it from me. I know you have heard the voice of the gods for many days. If you continue like this, you will really become a madman. Give up."

Charles, with a blank expression, walked to the door and brought the door with a "touch".

"Child, you are too persistent." John's footsteps slowly faded away, and the door returned to peace.

"Am I too persistent?" Charles murmured to himself with his back against the door, his expression slowly twisted.

"What's wrong with me wanting to go back?" Charles, with a painful expression, suddenly shouted loudly.

"I have never done anything criminal!! Why does this kind of thing fall on me? Why!!"

"Eight years!! It's been eight years!! Why do I have to suffer such hardships!! I just want to go home!!" Charles roared loudly.

"glui mglw...na..." The murmur sounded again in my ears, making people extremely irritated.

"I'm g your mother!" He was furious and took out his pistol and pressed it on his temple.

Just as his trembling fingers were about to pull the trigger, the neighbors' dull protests came from the wall next to him.

"What a quarrel!! Give me a little less!"

Excited Charles suddenly fell silent. He inserted his pistol back to his waist, picked up a piece of cloth and wrapped it carefully.

Charles dreamed a lot that night, but when he woke up again, he didn't remember anything.

"Ke Ke Ke." The door was knocked again.

After Charles opened the door, he found that standing in front of him was a bald head with an octopus tentacle tattoo on his face.

"Is it Captain Charles of the Mouse? My name is Hook, I'm very happy to see you."

Charles looked up and down at the guy in front of him with a wide face, his deformed ears bent inward, which meant that he was a native of the Coral Islands, and the octopus tentacles on his face proved his faith.

"What is the matter with the believers of Fotan to me? Wouldn't you want to give me to your Almighty God?"

Feeling the hostility between Charles's words, Hook was not angry at all.

"If you want to be a sacrifice for the powerful, you may not be qualified. I have something else to ask you. Captain Charles, do you hear that you are short of money, right?"

Charles was not surprised. This guy in front of him was not the first time he had found him.

"I won't smuggle contraband." Charles was about to bring the door with him after he said that.

In fact, he lied. As long as the benefits were sufficient, he sometimes smuggled. He refused decisively but didn't want to have too much contact with these cults.

The only difference between the Ftans believers and the madman on the street is that they can speak normally. How can normal people treat monsters under the sea as gods?

Just as the door was about to close, Charles suddenly heard a number floating from the door. "1 million echoes."

Looking at the black pupils in the crack of the door, the bald hook showed a confident smile on his face.

"Mr. Charles, these rewards can completely fill your funding gap and make you enough to buy a top-level exploration ship. Think about it, as long as you explore a new island, you will own your own land and become the governor of the new island. At that time, the echo coins that women have inexhaustible power will be yours."

Charles didn't know where these guys knew their purpose, but he was a little moved. With so much money, he would take the road home a big step closer.

He did not relax his vigilance. The Ftan cult is not a charity, and the huge rewards must be extremely dangerous.

"What are you going to smuggle?" Charles asked vigilantly.

"It is not that you are asking you to smuggle goods, but that you are asking you to help us find things. Please come with me. Our high priest will explain to you the details."

Charles thought for a few seconds and opened the door and followed out.

The two walked out of the port area, walked through the fishy harbor area, and headed towards the residential area on the island.

The residential area of ​​the main Coral Island is less confusing and more popular. If there were no off-white coral buildings, Charles seemed to be walking on the streets of London in the mid-18th century.

There are banks, hospitals, clothing stores, theaters, and various modern facilities on islands. If it weren't for people's deformed ears and pale skin, everything would be so normal.

An island is equivalent to a city, and the streets are very lively. From their clothes, we can see that there are both poor and rich people, and everyone is busy with their own affairs.

"Based spider crab legs, each of which only costs 4 echo coins!"

"Dad, I can't walk anymore, I can't walk anymore."

"Sell newspapers and sell newspapers! Major news, Governor Nico is about to marry his sixth husband in 6 days."

"Can you take up a little time, sir? Let me introduce you to our Father and Savior, the omniscient and omnipotent, Fotan Saveto."

The quiet and peaceful scenery made Charles feel a little unappreciated. Even if it is peaceful, everything here is as fragile as bubbles. Although it is very rare, the islands inhabited by millions of humans have also sunk.

The two of them shuttled each other between the gray and white buildings, and finally they came to a huge church.

The sound of walking into the church suddenly became quiet. In the middle of the hall was a huge stone sculpture that was barely human-shaped.

It is said to be human-shaped, but its appearance characteristics are more like a standing rotten octopus. The scales and eyeballs that cover the whole body make people feel uncomfortable when they look at it.

The believers in black robes lined up neatly and whispered in a certain language without consonants. Charles sounded a little familiar, and the words were somewhat similar to his own auditory hallucinations.

"The high priest is in the confessional room, please come with me." Hook took Charles through the crowd and continued walking inward.

The guards behind the hall began to become tight. There was a black-robed believer standing at every corner or at the door of the room. Although no one spoke, Charles could feel them all staring at him.

In a dim room, Charles saw the high priest of the Ftans, a figure of a man in red robe lying on the ground.

Hook respectfully performed a tribute and stepped back.

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Chapter completed!