"Captain Charles, please be sure to bring this thing to the Saints. We have found the map. Look, this is the supply island, and this is where the Land of Light is!!"
Hearing this, Charles' breathing almost stopped. He quickly snatched the skin and looked at it excitedly.
After careful examination, Charles saw clearly what was drawn on the leather. The holes were the locations of the islands. This was a more detailed chart than the "King's" one.
He could see that two of the holes in the island chain had been deliberately enlarged.
The bald man next to him pointed at the two holes with his fingers and said, "Look, the farthest place is where the Land of Light is, and the closer one is the supply point. As long as we fill up the supplies here, we can sail directly to the Kingdom of the God of Light!"
Charles swallowed hard, and stroked the round hole in the flesh with trembling fingers.
"Are you sure?"
The believers of the Church of Light nodded vigorously. "We can't understand the monster's words, but the sea chart shows it clearly. On their sea chart, the area around this island is obviously much brighter, and there are many words specially annotated next to it. This is definitely the entrance to the Land of Light."
Charles' mind raced, "This place is the Foundation's second laboratory. The real chart must have long disappeared in the long river of history. The chart they found must have been copied by the Mihs. This chart is very reliable."
Thinking of this, Charles' heart beat rapidly. The target was found.
"Bang!" The iron door was knocked violently, making the two people who were communicating realize that they were still imprisoned.
There was a hurried noise from the Mihs outside the door, but this time, the whispering in Charles' ears had disappeared, and he could no longer make out what they were saying outside the door.
Charles turned his gaze from the iron gate to the bald man in front of him. "What's your name?"
"Salin, my name is Salin."
"Salin, is the ratio of this nautical chart correct?" A nautical chart is not like other things. If it is slightly wrong, it will be a world of difference in reality.
"Captain Charles, don't worry. Those who can board the exploration ship in the Church of Light have all learned certain techniques for drawing nautical charts at the Navigation Academy. Look here, we have drawn scales on the edge, and the ratio is definitely correct."
Listening to the increasingly urgent noise outside the door, Charles controlled his prosthetic limb to eject the harpoon. He handed the harpoon to Salin and then exposed his back, the only part of his body that was not injured. "Hurry up and carve this picture on my back, quickly!!"
Salin didn't waste any time. He raised his elbow as a ruler and quickly carved Charles' back with the sharp front end of the hook spear.
Charles felt a stinging pain on his back, but the pain made him happy. This stinging pain was a signpost for him to go home.
The knocks on the door became more and more urgent, and Charles felt the stabbing pain in his back becoming more and more intense.
"Don't panic, it's on time. They won't come in that fast."
"Yeah! I know." Cold sweat slid down their faces, but they had no time to care about it.
"How did you find this chart?" Charles tried to divert attention to ease the pain.
"My crew and I attempted to escape from prison. Although we were caught, the boatswain saw this chart in a room full of books. Then each of us made a copy of the chart. It didn't matter if the others died. As long as any one of us could escape alive, our mission would be considered a success."
Charles was surprised by the determination in Salin's words. He was indeed a cultist without fear, and he spoke of life and death so easily.
"Prison break? How did you do it?"
"Man, this is a great idea. Why didn't I think of it when I was escaping? If all those things were released, the entire lab would be in chaos." Richard's voice echoed in his mind.
As Charles nodded, drops of sweat dripped onto the floor. Mih had more people and this was indeed a solution.
"Bang!" The iron gate was opened, and the white-robed Mihe rushed in with a group of black-robed Mihe.
"%@＃＊!!" Mihe in white robe sounded a little exasperated.
"They're coming in. How long will it take?" Charles, who was frozen in place, asked anxiously.
"It will be fine soon, soon!" The pain in Charles' back increased a lot.
After the white-robed Mih finished speaking, he raised his withered finger and waved it, and the black-robed Mih standing next to him walked towards Charles, as if to pull the two apart.
"Puff!" A ball of translucent clay-like substance jumped out from behind and pounced directly on a black mihite, hugging it in a circle.
Charles recognized this thing. Sonny had used it before. It seemed to be a tool used by the believers of the Church of Light to fight.
"@&@＊＊!" Bai Mihe shouted angrily.
A large group of Heimihe rushed in from outside the door, and using all kinds of strange relics, the ball of plasticine quickly turned back into a pool of water, flowing on the ground.
When they rushed towards Charles with a fierce look in their eyes, Charles breathed a sigh of relief. The pain in his back stopped and the sea chart was engraved on his back.
"Captain Charles, may the God of Light bless you!" After saying this, Salin picked up the piece of flesh on the ground and swallowed it hard.
"If you can get out alive, come to my boat. I'm short of people." Charles smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
For the first time, Charles had a new perspective on the followers of the Church of Light. Although their beliefs were paranoid and crazy, there were some good people among them.
Just as Salin nodded with a smile, the Heimihes surrounded Charles, grabbed him tightly, and dragged him out of the door.
"Swish~Crack!" The sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking instantly rang out behind Charles.
Charles' pupils shrank and he struggled to turn around quickly, only to see that Salin's lower body was on the ground, while the upper half was flying in the air. His eyes were full of disbelief.
"Bang!" Salin's bloody upper body fell to the ground like a torn sack. There was still half a sea chart left in his mouth, and his eyes were looking straight at this side.
There seemed to be a kind of lingering look in his eyes, but as his pupils slowly dilated, that lingering look slowly dissipated.
What killed Salin was a fang relic in the hand of the white-robed Mih. As the white-robed Mih swung hard, Salin's body broke into more pieces.
"@＃＊＃＆!!" Mih in white robe stood beside the bloody body in a rage, as if saying something, and kicked the corpse hard with his feet.
If we connect the previous information, then in the previous era, the relic named 704 also did not take action against 134.
(End of this chapter)