The high priest's voice was old and sticky, as if he had a mouthful of pus in his mouth, and it felt very uncomfortable to hear Charles.

“Where is the thing?”

"Not far away, on a newly discovered island to the left of the Coral Islands."

Charles continued to ask: "Why are you looking for me? Whether it is a man or a boat, there are many people who are better than me."

"Haha, that place is a bit dangerous, we need a cautious captain."

Charles didn't believe what he said was "a little dangerous". "a little dangerous" is not worth 1 million echo coins.

"You should have said more than just me, right? What will happen to them?"

The high priest said with contempt in his tone: "Isn't Captain Charles the one who claims to buy the exploration ship? He is afraid of this danger, but he doesn't look like a hero who can expand his territory for our humanity."

Seeing that Hong Pao in front of him did not answer his question directly, Charles knew that the outcome of his seniors must be not very good, and that place must be very dangerous.

After thinking for a while, he decided to take on this task, seeking wealth and honor in danger, and he didn't want to delay any more.

As for the danger? Where can sail now be safe? As long as there is no place on the sea, it is safe.

"Yes, but how can I guarantee that you keep your word?"

The high priest of the Ftans seemed reasonable. "I can put the rewards on the British bank and let them be witnesses."

He paused for a few seconds and continued: "I have a small question here. What is Captain Charles's eagerness to buy the Exploration Ship for? Power? Echo Coin? Or Honor?"

Charles had no intention of concealing it, "to find a place of light."

Hearing this, Hong Pao trembled all over, and her old voice asked in a panic: "Looking for a place of light? You can't be a member of the Light Cult, right?"

"no."

Hearing Charles' answer, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, if you are really those pagans, then the transaction between us will be reconsidered. Don't get involved with them. Those pagans are completely crazy, they are cults!"

Listening to the Ftanist believers who like to sacrifice living people, Charles was a little puzzled. The eldest brother didn't say the second brother. If calculated according to the standards of the earth, one of the religions in the earth and the other were all cults. Various religious rituals should be more anti-human and more anti-human.

When Charles walked out of the confessional room, the bald head who had called Hook came in with a glass of blood and placed it respectfully behind the high priest.

"You go and sign the contract now and let him set off as soon as possible."

Hook nodded, thought for a while and asked carefully: "High Priest, do you think this time will be successful?"

A black octopus tentacle stretched out from under the red robe, rolled the glass of water and retracted into the robe, "Try it slowly, this is the ninth place, don't worry... The Holy Lord's things can only belong to us."

Without wasting time, Charles followed the hook that came over to the largest bank in the Coral Islands.

After seeing the bald man write down the church of Ftan on the contract, Charles felt relieved that the legitimacy of the contract was now endorsed by the Governor of the Coral Islands. Ftans could not break their promises, because if they did so, they would pay far more than one million.

"Captain Charles, did you hear that your first mate has disembarked?"

"Does this have anything to do with this matter now?" Charles put the contract into the mezzanine of his clothes.

"Of course not, just to get you done as soon as possible, our Fertans specially selected a first mate for you. He has rich experience in sailing, please don't refuse."

Looking at the bald head in front of him, Charles frowned slightly. "To monitor me?"

"No, he is just leading the way for you. The island is very remote and afraid you won't find it."

Charles doesn't care. At present, the interests of both sides are consistent. No matter how crazy these guys are, they will not send someone to drag them down at this time.

"I'll set out at six in three days."

Three days later, the port was already a little busy, and teams of workers were carrying goods like ants.

Charles stood at the bow and waited, while the other crew members stood on the deck chatting leisurely, including two new sailors, and the previous sailor Dipp had become the sailor leader.

The young man who was suddenly promoted looked very excited, put his hand behind him and taught the new sailors as if he had experienced it, even those sailors were much older than him.

The big wheel tube and the chef next to them were not so heartless. They knew that the task was not that simple.

"James, I thought you would get off the boat like John?" said Frey, a chef who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

"The captain saved my life, I will go wherever he goes. And the captain said that the reward for this mission is generous, and I can propose to Mosica when I get the reward." It seemed that when the wedding scene was reminded, the big man's face was filled with happiness.

"What if I die? This time is not a delivery mission. If I really count, exploring the island is the explorer's business."

"I'm not afraid, it's not bad to go with you."

The big wheel manager thought of something and turned his head to look at his companion, "Frey, what about you, why are you here?"

"You know my personality, I'm too lazy to move." Frey said, turning his eyes to the captain's back, his eyes full of calmness.

In fact, he didn't leave because he secretly saw the captain secretly picking up a rectangular thing a few years ago. That kind of thing not only could sing like a record machine, but also had ghosts performing dramas on it.

Although he didn't know what that thing was, he felt it was some kind of powerful relic, and he guessed that this relic was at the cost of tears. The captain, who had always been rational, actually cried like a child that day.

From that moment on, he felt that he had decided to follow the captain. With the captain with such powerful relics, safety must be guaranteed.

High sea rewards are not important, and the amount of workload is not important. Living is the most important thing.

The facts proved that his choice was not wrong. He was almost the same as the person who went out to sea at the same time, but he was still alive.

Charles at the bow of the boat suddenly narrowed his eyes, and saw a row of Ftanists in black robes walking through the laborers towards the dock, leading the bald head named Hook.

"Where are you, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Charles' expression was a little impatient.

Hook smiled and patted his hands gently, and one behind him stood up.

When he saw the man dressed up, Charles thought he had seen a mummy, with a yellow bandage tightly covering the man's body, and his skin was not leaking out at all.

"You can call him bandages or whatever. He used to be the first mate and also knew the location of the island. He will help you a lot on this trip."

"Is the thing inside alive?" Charles' tone was alert.

"Haha, don't worry, he is a human, a flesh and blood."

Hook took out a dagger and slashed hard on the bandage's face. Under the loose bandage was black skin, and scarlet blood was flowing out of the cut wound.
Chapter completed!