Chapter 5 The High Priest of Fortanism

The voice of the high priest was old and thick, as if there was a mouthful of pus in his mouth, and Charles was very uncomfortable listening to it.

"Where is the thing?"

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

Charles continued to ask: "Why are you looking for me? Whether it's a man or a ship, they are much better than me."

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

Charles didn't believe the "a little bit dangerous" in his mouth, "a little bit dangerous" is not worth 1 million Echo Coins.

"You shouldn't be the only one who said this to me, right? What happened to them?"

The high priest said with contempt in his tone: "Isn't Captain Charles the one who claims to buy an exploration ship? Even afraid of this little danger, he doesn't seem like a hero who can expand the territory for us humans."

Seeing that the red robe in front of him didn't answer his question directly, Charles knew that the fate of the seniors must not be good, and the place must be very dangerous.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to take on this task. He wanted to seek wealth and wealth. He didn't want to delay any longer, and he couldn't delay any longer.

As for danger? Where can the current voyage go safely, as long as there is no place above the Earth Sea that is safe.

"Yes, but how can I guarantee that you keep what you say?"

The High Priest of Fortanism seems reasonable. "I can put my pay in the Bank of England and have them be witnesses."

He paused for a few seconds before continuing: "I have a small question here. Captain Charles is so eager to buy an exploration ship. What is it for? Power? Echo coins? Or honor?"

Charles didn't intend to hide it, "to find a bright place."

Hearing this, the red robe trembled all over, and asked in an old voice with a touch of panic: "Looking for a place of light? You must not be a member of the light sect, right?"

"no."

Hearing Charles' answer, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. If you are really those heretics, then we have to reconsider the deal between us. Don't get involved with them. Those heretics are utter lunatics. They are cults!"

Listening to the words of Fortan believers who like living sacrifices, Charles somehow wanted to laugh. The eldest brother does not say the second brother. If you count by the standards of the surface, one of the religions in Earthsea is a cult, and all kinds of religions are cults. Religious rituals are as anti-human as they are.

When Charles walked out of the confessional, the bald man named Hook came in with a glass of blood, and placed it respectfully behind the high priest.

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

Hook nodded, and after deliberating for a while, asked cautiously: "High Priest, do you think it will be successful this time?"

A black octopus tentacles protruded from under the red robe, rolled the glass of water and retracted into the robe, "Try slowly, this is the ninth place, don't worry... the things of the Holy Master can only belong to us."

Without wasting time, Charles followed the approaching hook to the largest bank in the Coral Islands.

After seeing the bald head write Fortan Church on the contract, Charles felt relieved. The legality of this contract has now been endorsed by the Governor of the Coral Islands. It is impossible for the Fortan Church to break their promise, because if they do so, the price they will pay is far more than 1 million.

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

"Does this have anything to do with this matter?" Charles put the contract in the middle of his clothes.

"Of course not. Just to let you complete the mission as soon as possible, we, the Fortan Church, specially selected a first officer for you. He has rich sailing experience, please don't refuse."

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

"No, he's just showing you the way. The island is very remote, so I'm afraid you won't find it."

It doesn't matter to Charles, the interests of the two sides are aligned at present, no matter how crazy these guys are, they will not send someone here to hold back at this time.

"I'm leaving at six o'clock in three days' time."

Three days later, at the port, the port has already begun to become lively, with groups of laborers carrying goods like ants.

Charles stood at the bow and waited, while the other crew members stood on the deck and chatted idlely. Among them were two new faces, both new sailors, and the previous sailor, Dipper, had been honored as bosun.

The young man who was suddenly promoted looked very excited. He put his hands behind his back and taught the new sailors as if he had been there, even if those sailors were much older than him.

The big round manager and the chef next to him were not so heartless. They knew that the task this time was not that simple.

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

"The captain saved my life, so I will go wherever he goes, and the captain said that the rewards for this mission are generous, and I can propose to Moxica when I get the reward." It seems to be associated with the wedding scene, The big man's face was full of happiness.

"What if I die? This time it's not a delivery mission. If it really counts, exploring the island is the job of the explorer."

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

The big wheel manager thought of something, turned to look at his companion, "Frey, what about you, why did you come?"

"You know my character, I'm too lazy to move." Frey said, looking at his captain's back, his eyes full of calmness.

In fact, he didn't leave because he had secretly seen the captain secretly take a rectangular thing a few years ago. That kind of thing can not only play songs like a record player, but also have ghosts performing dramas on it.

Although he didn't know what it was, he felt that it was some kind of powerful relic, and he guessed that this relic was paid for by tears. The always rational captain actually cried like a child that day.

From that moment on, he felt that he was following the captain, and following the captain with such a powerful relic, his safety must be guaranteed.

High salaries at sea are not important, nor is the amount of work important, but survival is the most important thing.

Facts proved that his choice was not wrong. The people who went to sea at the same time as him were almost dead, but he was the only one who was still alive and well.

Charles at the bow suddenly narrowed his eyes, and saw a row of Fortan cultists in black robes walking towards the pier through the laborers in the distance, led by the bald man named Hook.

"Man, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Charles looked a little impatient.

Hook smiled and clapped his hands lightly, and someone behind him stood up.

When he saw the man dressed up, Charles thought he saw a mummy. The khaki bandages tightly wrapped the man's body without any skin leaking out.

"You can call him a bandage or whatever. He's been a first mate and knows where the island is. He'll be of great help to you on this trip."

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

"Hehe, don't worry, he is a human being, a man of flesh and blood."

Hook took out a dagger and slashed at the bandaged man's face. There was black skin under the loose bandage, and scarlet blood flowed from the cut wound.

"Black people? Can there still be black people in this world?" Charles took a closer look, only to realize that he had made a mistake. This person's skin was not black, but covered by dense letter tattoos. Negro delusion.