"Governor, Mr. Feuerbach has left. He walked into the sea alone, following the group of red sharks."
The gray-haired butler reported to Charles everything he saw at the dock.
"Only him? What about his wife and children?"
"His wife and children stayed on the island. After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Mr. Feuerbach went straight to the dock without even going home."
Charles sat there and smiled softly. He didn't even want his family anymore. It seemed that everything he did was just a disguise.
He had no attachment to his wife, children, land and house allocated to him.
"I don't know who sent this guy here and what benefits were promised to him. He doesn't want women, rights or money. So what does he want?" Charles said in a low voice.
No matter what Feuerbach's origins were, everything about him was over. He would probably never see this crew member who had followed him for five years again.
Then Charles immediately thought of what Feuerbach said before he left.
"This madness comes from the god Ftan. Who in the whole of Earthsea knows this sleeping god best? Perhaps you can find a solution from them."
"The Futan Cult... some guys who are infected with the D4 meme as described by the Foundation..." Charles, his eyes slightly narrowed, tapped on the table with his steel fingers.
His crew members were driven crazy by the whispers of the god Futan, but those people believed in the god Futan. Maybe he could really find clues from them.
But a new problem arose, that is, Charles' relationship with them was not good, and because of the relationship with the Pope, it could even be said to be very bad.
But Charles didn't want to give up this possibility. No matter whether it would succeed or not, he had to try it first. Moreover, for them, he still had a card in his hand that he had not played.
Charles thought for a moment, then raised his head and said to the butler in front of him, "Go get me a glass of water, thank you."
The butler was stunned, as if he was surprised by the governor's order. "A glass of water?"
"Yes, a glass of water, any water will do, quickly."
"Okay!" The butler quickly retreated.
Soon, a glass of clean fresh water was brought to Charles.
As Charles tilted his right hand, the water in the cup filled the table with a "splash" sound.
The water quickly soaked the papers on the table. Charles said to the layer of water on the table: "I am Charles, the governor of Hope Island. I want to discuss something with you."
This was the method that the Ftan Cult had used to contact Charles before, using water as a medium of communication. They had previously used this method to try to win over Charles to deal with the Cult of Light, but Charles did not agree at the time.
No one expected that Charles would use this method in this situation.
"I am Charles, the Governor of Hope Island. I want to discuss something with you." Charles said it again, but there was still no reaction on the water surface.
After waiting for a few seconds, just when Charles thought that those crazy people didn't want to pay attention to him, a hint of black appeared on the water surface, and a pair of familiar octopus pupils emerged from it.
A teasing sound, as if one was chewing a piece of phlegm, came out of the water.
"God, look who this is. Isn't this the honorable Governor of Hope Island, Mr. Charles? You are such a noble being, yet you actually come to us, a group of humble cultists."
Compared with the solicitation and flattery a few months ago, Hook's attitude now is completely different.
Charles didn't want to waste time talking to him, so he got straight to the point and said, "Hook, do you have a way to make the Whisper of the God of Futan go crazy and recover?"
Charles frowned slightly, "Just tell me, does your Futan sect have any solution, and what is the price to pay for this solution."
As soon as he finished speaking, the water on the table suddenly boiled, and several octopus tentacles with barbs suddenly grew out from it, sticky black liquid sticking to them, and flew directly towards Charles' neck.
Charles raised his right foot and kicked the table hard, and the heavy solid wood desk was kicked far away.
The distance was instantly increased, making it impossible for the tentacles growing from the table to attack Charles.
The next second, Hook's angry roar came from inside.
"You want us to help you? Dream on! How many of our believers have had their heads chopped off and their scalps removed because of the wanted order issued on Hope Island!"
"The Church of Light no longer exists, and your backers have also disappeared!! Just wait, after we have dealt with some things, we will return to you double what you and the Pope gave us before!!"
The tentacles slowly retracted into the water, and the black liquid gradually became transparent again.
Seeing that Hook's eyes were about to disappear from the water, Charles slowly said, "No room for negotiation?"
"Haha, is there room for negotiation? Wait until you die and tell the powerful one. There is no possibility of resolving the hatred between us! Your island, your family, and everything you have will eventually be annihilated!!"
Charles leaned forward slightly, looked into Hook's fading eyes, and threw out one of his own cards.
"What if I now know where you powerful ones are? I will use this information to exchange for a way to save madness, you will definitely agree, right?"
"What?" The water surface that should have been clear turned dark again in an instant. Not only did the hook's eye reappear on it, but other pairs of eyes of different sizes also appeared on it.
The crowded eyes turn the whole table into a monster full of eyes.
"Mortal! Where did you see the Mighty One?"
"Answer me! You have seen the great god Futan, why don't you have any abnormalities?"
"If you dare to lie to us!! You are completely finished!!"
Looking at the octopuses crowded together in the water, Charles was no longer in a hurry.
For believers, especially fanatical believers, nothing is more important than their God, and they should be the ones who are anxious now.
"Do you have any solution?" Charles asked his question again.
The eyeballs on the table communicated with each other for a while and then quickly dispersed. The black water on the table floated up from the table like a piece of cloth, forming a twisting human figure, like a jellyfish.
"Have you seen the true body of the Mighty One?"
As soon as the water shadow opened his mouth, Charles knew that this guy was definitely not Hook. His tone and attitude were completely different. It seemed as if a big shot of the Futan sect was talking to him.
"Let me think about it. It is because your people are close to the great and powerful that mortals cannot bear His divine power, so they have gone crazy, right?"
"Do you have any solution?" Charles looked at him with a frown, he was already a little annoyed.
"We have."
(End of this chapter)