At this moment, a dozen or so Futan believers in black robes seemed so harmonious with the terrifying deep divers around them.
"How did these guys become like this? Are they still human?" Dipper thought to himself
Just as he was thinking this, black filthy foam suddenly emerged from the sea, and three followers of the god Futan appeared in front of him.
Under the watchful eyes of a group of naked divers, both parties stopped at the same time and began to negotiate.
"Human, what's the matter?" The voice of the clan member was hoarse and harsh, even after being filtered through sea water.
The voices of the followers of the Futan religion were not much better. It was as if there was a ball of phlegm in their mouths, which became increasingly hazy after being filtered through sea water.
"We are in trouble and now we need your help."
"What's the trouble?"
Upon hearing this question, the leading Futan believer showed obvious anger on his distorted face.
"Some of those heretics with holes in their heads actually falsely accused us, saying that the destruction of the British Isles was caused by our gods."
"What a joke! If the Mighty One really wakes up from his deep sleep, the existence of the entire ocean will all depend on his thoughts!!"
"These cultists must pay the price for what they have done!"
"Are you planning to attack the Cathedral of Holy Light? Are you planning to start a war of gods to the death?"
"This matter is not that serious. I don't want to confront them head-on. That's why I came to you."
"It's rare for monsters in the sea to attack islands, but it has happened before. If it happens to be the territory of the Cult of Light, then it makes sense."
"place."
"My spies told me that there is no God of Light on Hope Island. You should first occupy Hope Island and then extinguish the light source."
"As we are both believers of the Almighty, we can help, but what is your reward?"
Dipper didn't listen to what happened next, his mind was suddenly in turmoil.
"No!! Hope Island is below New Territories City. The captain and I explored it with great difficulty! We can't let it be destroyed like this!" Dipper clenched his hands tightly.
He watched in silence as the transaction began and ended in front of him. When he saw the followers of the god Futan drifting toward the surface of the water, Dipper pretended to be normal and swam towards his residence.
He suppressed the trembling in his heart and prepared to leave. To be honest, he didn't pack anything. Except for his dagger, he could take everything else with him.
Finally, in addition to the dagger, he put on a scarf that the captain had given him to keep warm.
Just as Dipper opened the door and prepared to inform the captain, he saw his mother suddenly appear at the door.
"Mom, I... I'm hungry. I'm going to catch some fish." Dipper's eyes involuntarily turned downwards.
"You want to leave?" Dipper panicked at his mother's cold words, and the dagger in his hand came closer and loosened.
The female diver did not ask any more questions. She grabbed her son and swam towards the east of the underwater city of Ihasli.
Dipper wanted to struggle, but when he saw the figure in front of him, he relaxed. The person in front of him was his mother, the mother who gave birth to him.
Gradually, Dipper discovered that his mother did not take him to the habitat of the clan adults, but instead took him to her own residence and stuffed a package into his arms.
When I opened it, I found a compass filled with water and a black pearl the size of a fist.
"This thing can make the debris on the seabed ignore you. Take it and remember to come back early. We are all waiting for you."
Dipper's expression was very complicated. He stared at the female diver in front of him for more than ten seconds, then turned around and left quickly without nodding or shaking his head.
Looking at her son who was gradually disappearing, she murmured to herself: "Whether it's a few years or decades, when you get tired of everything outside, you will come back one day. This is your eternal home."
In the captain's cabin of the Narwhal, Charles frowned as he looked at Tuba, who was stroking a mouse in front of him. "Do you remember what you said to me?"
"I've told you a lot of things. Do you want me to repeat them? Oh, then I'll repeat them to you. We just met on Tianshui Island. That day I—"
"I'm talking about what happened before the foundation disappeared! Don't play dumb!!" Charles rudely interrupted Tuba's chatter.
"Foundation? This name sounds familiar. Maomao, do you know it?" Tuba looked down at the mouse in his hand.
"What? You want to eat candy again? Don't eat candy all day long. It's bad for your teeth."
Charles was speechless when he saw Tuba's crazy look. He didn't know whether the guy in front of him was really crazy or just pretending to be crazy.
"Go away." Charles waved his hand irritably, motioning him to leave.
Tuba suddenly lay down, put his whole head on the table, his eyes shining like a child. "A question, a story! You promised me before."
Charles was too lazy to pay attention to him, but Tuba kept pestering him, which made him feel annoyed.
"You want a story, right? Listen carefully. This is the story of a woman named Anna..."
After the short story, Tuba turned pale and his features shrank into a ball.
"This is horrible, this story is horrible." He hurried away holding the mouse in panic.
Charles took out the bottle and took a sip. Ever since he watched the video on the tablet, Tuba's words had been a thorn in his heart.
He wanted to get something out of this guy's mouth, but he couldn't do it.
"You asked me to warn the Pope, so why the hell just explain it clearly? Why are you hiding this secretively?" Charles slammed the bottom of the wine bottle heavily on the table.
Although he and the Pope were suspicious of each other, they were currently in a cooperative relationship and there was no conflict of interest between the two parties.
We can't just rely on Tuba's words and guard against the Pope, right? What if Tuba had any bad intentions before? Good people don't write good people on their faces.
All kinds of suspicions emerged and disappeared in Charles' mind, making him very upset. He didn't know how to deal with this matter.
Feeling upset, he walked towards the deck to get some fresh air. As soon as he arrived on the deck, he found someone there. It was his sailor West.
He squatted on the ground, coughing and smoking.
Seeing the captain coming over, West quickly stood still. "Governor!"
"What are you smoking this for?" Charles pointed at the cigarette between his fingers.
"I heard from other sailors that smoking this can relieve fatigue, so I want to try it."
Looking at the dark circles under his eyes, Charles knew the reason: it seemed that he was suffering from insomnia.
As a crew member, the first hurdle is always seasickness. Although seasickness is very uncomfortable, the symptoms will only get less and less as long as you hold on.
The second level is depression. Not to mention the monsters in the dark sea, just having to stay on a ship that is only 65 meters long for a whole month or two is something that not everyone can endure.
This is why the crew's mental stress needs to be vented.
Thanks to the Didi driver for the 50,000 reward!! Including these 5 chapters, I already owe 17 chapters, no! I have to pay it back quickly!!
(End of this chapter)