Chapter 4 The Fortan Cult

Holding the Echo banknotes in both hands, John, who was secretly delighted, turned around and was about to leave, 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 intertwined between light and darkness behind him, he hesitated to speak.

"Captain, I'm leaving too. To be honest, why don't you go ashore too? You just saved enough money to buy an exploration ship, so what? The Land of Light doesn't exist."

"existing."

Although Charles' tone was calm, there was firmness in his eyes.

"A thing bigger than an island hangs in the air, selflessly providing us with light and warmth, and dispelling the darkness. How is this possible? It's all made up by the Sect of Light to deceive people."

Seeing that Charles was silent, Old John sighed and continued to persuade: "When I first saw you, although you couldn't even speak, you were so energetic, so cheerful and confident, I thought how wonderful it was Young man, if I have a granddaughter, I will 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 lunatic. Give up."

Charles, expressionless, walked to the door and closed the door with a "touch".

"Son, you are too persistent." The sound of John's footsteps slowly faded away, and calm returned outside the door.

"Am I too persistent?" Charles murmured against the door, his expression slowly twisting.

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

"I have never done anything criminal!! Why did this kind of thing happen to me! Why!!"

"Eight years!! It's been eight years!! Why did I have to suffer like this!! I just want to go home!!" Charles roared hysterically.

"glui mglw...na..." The whispering voice sounded in the ear again, making people extremely irritated.

"I fuck your mother!!" Furious, he directly took out a pistol and pressed it to his temple.

Just when the trembling fingers were about to pull the trigger, there was a dull protest from the neighbors on the next wall

"What's the noise!! Keep your voice down!!"

The excited Charles suddenly fell silent. He put the pistol back into his waist, picked up a piece of cloth and carefully wrapped the wooden knife in his hand.

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

"Ka ke ke ke." The door was knocked again.

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

"Is that Captain Charles of the Mouse?? My name is Hook. Nice to meet you."

Charles looked up and down the guy in front of him vigilantly. His face was very common, and his deformed ears curved inwards meant that he was a native of the Coral Islands. The octopus tentacles on his face proved his belief.

"What do the believers of Ftan want me for? Don't you want to send me to your Almighty God?"

Feeling the hostility in Charles' words, Hook wasn't angry at all.

"If you want to be the sacrifice of the mighty, you may not be qualified. I am looking for you for other things. Captain Charles, I heard that you are short of money, right?"

Charles was not surprised, this guy in front of him was not the first time he came to him.

"I don't smuggle contraband." Charles was about to close the door after finishing speaking.

In fact, he lied, as long as the benefits are enough, he sometimes smuggles, but he resolutely refuses because he doesn't want to have too much contact with these cults.

The only difference between the Fortan believers and the lunatics on the street is that they can speak normally. How can normal people treat monsters in the seabed as gods.

Just as the door was about to close, Charles suddenly heard a number floating at the door. "One 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 remunerations can completely make up for your lack of funds, allowing you to buy a top-level exploration ship. Think about it, as long as you explore a new island, you will have your own land and become a new island." Governor of the island, when the time comes, the inexhaustible Echo Coins of women's power will be yours."

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

He did not let down his vigilance. The Fortan Cult is not a charity organization, and there must be extreme danger behind the huge rewards.

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

"I'm not asking you to smuggle the goods, but asking you to help us find things. Please follow me. The detailed situation will be explained to you by our high priest."

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

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

The residential area of ​​Coral Island is less chaotic and more popular. If there is no gray and white coral building, Charles seems to be walking on the streets of London in the middle of the 18th century.

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

An island is equivalent to a city. The streets are bustling with people coming and going. The lights in the shops on both sides illuminate the streets very brightly. From the clothes on their bodies, it can be seen that there are poor people and rich people. Everyone They are all busy with their own affairs.

"Grilled spider crab legs, each only costs 4 Echo Coins!"

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

"Selling newspapers! Big news, Governor Nico is about to marry his sixth husband in 6 days."

"May I take a moment of your time, sir? Let me introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior, the All-Knowing and Mighty One, Fortan Sawaito."

Charles couldn't appreciate the quiet and peaceful scenery, no matter how peaceful it was, everything here was as fragile as a bubble. Although very rare, islands inhabited by millions of humans have sunk before.

The two quickly shuttled between the gray and white buildings, and finally they came to a solemn black-spired church.

Walking into the church, the surrounding sound instantly quieted down. The light source provided by the surrounding gray candles seemed to cover the inside with a layer of gray veil. In the center of the hall was a huge stone sculpture that could barely be regarded as a human figure.

It is said to be humanoid, but its appearance is more like a standing rotten octopus. The eversioned scales and the eyeballs all over the body make people feel uncomfortable at a glance.

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

"The high priest is in the confessional, please follow me." Hook led Charles through the crowd and continued to walk in.

The guard at the back of the hall began to be heavily guarded. There was a black-robed believer standing at every corner or at the door of the room. Although no one spoke, Charles could feel that they were all watching him.

In a dimly lit room, Charles saw the High Priest of the Fortan Cult, a figure in a red robe lying on the ground.

The hook bowed respectfully and then retreated.

The high priest stood up slowly, but did not turn around

"Captain Charles, I need you to find something. One of my Lord's relics."