All the captains no longer communicated with Charles, but instead used cold eyes to silently resist outsiders.
Charles, confused, walked out of the association, touching the mark on his neck.
He seemed to be passively involved in the struggle between the cults. "Giant Bird of Suffering? What on earth is this?"
Looking at the bustling port in front of him, Charles felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
The sea chart of the Sea of Fog may not seem like high-value intelligence here, but once it involves issues of faith, it becomes a bit troublesome.
"I can look for it on the black market, or steal it from Lily's friends. It should be a small problem." Charles thought as he walked down the steps of the Explorers' Society.
But Charles soon felt something was wrong. Everyone in the port area was peeking at him.
Whether it was the laborers carrying the goods or the police who were maintaining order nearby, their hostile gazes were unrestricted.
"Are all the people on the entire island servants of the Giant Bird of Suffering? Isn't this news spreading too fast?" Charles, sensing that something was wrong, quickened his pace and ran towards the Narwhal.
Just as Charles was about to reach the dock, a dark shadow rushed out from the dark alley and pulled him into the alley.
Charles flipped his right hand, and the bloody revolver was already against the man's abdomen.
"Futtan, those who sleep forever are not the dead. In the long and strange time, death also has its end."
Hearing these hurried words, Charles stopped immediately from pulling the trigger, as if it was some kind of street code.
The man with a tattered hood took Charles quickly through the intricate alleys and finally stopped in the gap between the crowded houses.
He took off his hood, and a bald boy of about sixteen or seventeen appeared in front of Charles.
He rubbed something on his face with his hands, and soon his face was covered with octopus tentacle tattoos.
The boy looked very excited. He stretched out his hand towards Charles' neck and then retracted it in fear.
"Sir, I beg you to let me see that, just once."
"You recognize this? Who are you?" Charles pulled up his collar and showed the tattoo.
Who would have thought that when the young man saw the tentacle tattoo, his body began to twitch violently, his eyes rolled up, and he seemed like he was going to faint in the next second.
Charles frowned as he watched his strange behavior. He really couldn't understand what these cultists were thinking.
After more than ten seconds, the man finally recovered. He suppressed his excitement and knelt on one knee in front of Charles. "Sir, the believer Gavin obeys your orders!!"
Charles looked at him twice and didn't explain anything. "Do you have a way to get a chart of the Sea of Misty Sea?"
Since he considers himself a big shot in the Futan religion, perhaps he can make use of this identity.
"Can!"
Charles was a little surprised by the young man's ready agreement.
"Sir, please follow me. It's not safe here." Kevin looked warily at the window above the house that was slightly opened.
Looking at the tattoo on his face, Charles said nothing and continued walking forward with him.
The two of them shuttled through various narrow gaps between the houses and finally came to a single-story hut next to a garbage dump.
Charles bent over and walked into the room, which was less than 1.5 meters high. The space inside was not big either, and it looked like only 8 square meters at most. It was more like a box than a house.
Furniture as shabby as the house was placed around the house. In the east corner, a dirty boy of seven or eight years old was squatting with a tattered black leather book in his hand.
The broken biscuits in a paper bag were placed neatly in front of Charles, next to which were several bags of dried fish of different sizes. Seeing Gavin's cautious attitude, this thing should be his most valuable item.
Looking at this place that looked like a beggar's den, Charles suddenly regretted following him. This believer was doing really badly on this island.
"You just said you could get a chart of the Sea of Misty Sea?"
"Really, sir, don't worry, I will definitely get it. I will go find it for you right away! Please wait a moment."
After Gavin finished speaking, he whispered a few words in the ear of the boy next to him and rushed out in a hurry, not giving Charles any chance to regret.
"Gurgle, gurgle~" A sound suddenly came from the side. It was the sound coming from the boy's stomach in the corner.
Charles looked at his dirty little face with dry snot hanging from his nose and pushed the small bag of broken biscuits over.
He shook his head and said, "My eldest brother said that this thing is for adults, I can't eat it."
"What if I let you eat it?"
When the boy heard Charles say this, joy showed on his face. He hurried over, picked up the cookie crumbs in the bag with his hands, and kept putting them into his mouth.
Charles took the book from the boy and flipped through it, and found that it was filled with hymns praising the god Ftan.
"Your brother is a follower of the god Futan? Why does he believe in this god?"
"Because the giant bird of suffering took away our parents and did not fulfill our wishes, it is fake, so we have to believe in something else."
"What is the Giant Bird of Suffering?" This was the second time Charles heard the name today.
"I heard from the people in the temple that as long as you keep torturing your body, the giant bird of suffering will perform miracles and fulfill any wish of the believers."
Charles understood what was going on. It was another evil cult he had never heard of.
The lamp oil in the house was slowly running out. Seeing that the boy had no intention of refilling the lamp oil, it was estimated that this poor family probably did not have any extra lamp oil.
Charles, who had night vision, didn't care about all this. He really wanted to know whether the guy named Gavin could get the nautical chart.
As time went by, Charles became impatient. It was just a matter of finding a map. He had many ways to do it. There was no need to rely on a Futan believer.
But just as Charles was about to walk out, Gavin, with a bloody head and scars all over his body, ran in and respectfully handed him the folded nautical chart.
"Are you trying to steal other nautical charts?" Charles asked, looking at the blood flowing down his face.
"It's nothing. It's my honor to help you, sir!!"
Charles slowly shifted his eyes from his face to the chart.
When the nautical chart was spread out, the content inside was different from that published by the association.
The place that should have been blank was painted with a mark representing the island, and several dotted lines appeared near the island.
Charles knew what this thing meant; it was a marker of ocean currents.
However, this nautical chart was not detailed, only covering the periphery. But when he saw the Broken Heart Island logo, Charles knew that this nautical chart was enough.
Charles put away the chart, took out a check from his pocket, quickly wrote a few numbers and handed it over. "Here, this is your reward."
(End of this chapter)