Life in a dark and damp cell was certainly not very comfortable. After only a few days, Cindy's face became very haggard.
Not only did he have trouble eating and sleeping, but during this period his tribesmen would occasionally take him out to ask him questions.
Fortunately, he had been prepared beforehand and was able to fool people with his prepared lines.
The ship was attacked by a Levy’s whale several hundred meters long, and most of the people on board died. Other injured people also died because they could not receive treatment due to the death of the ship’s doctor.
When asked where the body was, Cindy said that this was an order given by the captain before his death, to bury the body at sea to prevent it from rotting and threatening other living people.
Although they didn't express anything, Charles, who was very experienced in this area, immediately deduced that they couldn't see through Cindy's lies.
Everyone else has disappeared, and the incident happened on the sea where no one was watching, so whether it is true or not depends entirely on what one says.
That's how it is at sea. Death is a very common thing. It's very common and there's nothing to doubt about.
"Creaky~" The wooden door, which had become heavy due to moisture, slowly opened.
At this moment, Charles, who was lying in front of Cindy, looked over and saw a tall, middle-aged giant standing at the door of the cell. His expression was excited, and it seemed that he knew Cindy.
"Father." Cindy stood up with difficulty and looked at the man with a complicated expression.
Cindy's father rushed into the cell excitedly, hugged him in his arms, and said with a trembling voice: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."
Just as the father and son were recognizing each other, a giant from the Hek tribe wearing a green uniform walked in. Judging from the black crossbow on his waist, Charles judged that this man was probably the sheriff of the Hek tribe.
"Hank, look carefully, is this sure your son?" the man said with a bad look.
Hank let go of Cindy, nodded repeatedly and said firmly, "Yes! He is definitely my son, there is no doubt about it!"
The man looked at Cindy suspiciously for a while, then waved back, "Come out, it smells bad here, let's go to customs first and talk in detail."
When Charles followed Cindy out, he found that he had already arrived at the dock of Broken Heart Island. It was only because of his distrust of Cindy that he was kept imprisoned on the boat.
Arriving at the customs, Cindy, who had been questioned countless times in the past few days, was once again carefully questioned. Fortunately, he did not reveal his true identity in the end. After leaving a drop of blood as a backup, he followed his father out of the customs.
"Everyone on a ship died. This is no small matter. You should stay at home honestly for the time being and respond to our summons at any time. We are talking to you! Do you hear me?" The customs police said in a very stern tone.
Cindy shrank her body and nodded repeatedly, and her timid look seemed like that of an ordinary young person.
When they came out of customs, both Cindy and his father couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, let's put the past behind us. You must remember the lesson this time and never work at sea again." Hank said gently to his own children.
"Yes, I understand."
As they walked towards their home, the surrounding environment came into Charles' sight. Although the Heik people could barely be considered part of the foundation's power, there was no trace of any technology among them.
They use whale oil for lighting, live in houses made of fish bones and mud, and ride in horse-drawn carriages. I have to say that the Foundation is really smart in using them as disguise.
Cindy's house is not big and the furniture inside is very rough, but it has everything it needs. It's just that the materials are different from those used by humans. Compared with metal, the Haik people prefer whale bones.
When his mother, who was a lot taller than Cindy, rushed over and hugged him excitedly, they started talking about family matters again.
When everything was over, the steaming hot meal was served to the table, and the couple looked at their son wolfing down the food with heartache.
"Cindy, do you remember? Five years ago this year, at this time, you were sent to our house by God's messenger. Under His witness, we signed a contract and became a family." Hank said with some emotion.
Cindy tilted her head back and shoved the food in her mouth down a large bowl of soup made from red fish scales. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yeah, I remember that day."
"It seems that all this is the choice of God. God must think that you should not die." Hank, who was sitting on the stool, stood up. He walked to the shrine next to him and gently wiped the statue made of red coral with a towel.
That swollen old dog with the mouth tentacles, Charles knew this guy, he was an O5 doctor from the Foundation.
It seems that among the Haik tribe, there are different branches in the worship of gods. Cindy's family only has one statue of O5.
However, to Cindy, who had converted to Futan, this scene was simply a blasphemy against her own god. The real God was omnipotent, not these false gods who could actually die.
But just when he was about to make an excuse, Charles used his spider jaws to gently bite his eye socket, reminding him not to cause trouble and to keep a good disguise.
"Cindy, why aren't you eating? Do you want to eat something else? I'll go get it for you now."
Hearing what her mother said, Cindy shook her head, smiled at her and continued eating with big mouthfuls.
At night, Cindy, who only had one eye left, looked at Charles who was sucking the fish meat in front of her with respect. "Governor, this kind of food is indeed a bit simple. Tomorrow I will ask my mother to go to the fish market to buy fresh fish."
Charles shook his spider body and slid the white spider silk on the ground. "Don't dwell on meaningless things. It's time to do the real work. We are now in the enemy's outpost. We must be careful about everything."
Cindy moved closer to the window, opened it a crack, and carefully observed her parents sleeping outside. Then she came back to him and said, "There are pagans outside now. I know. I will go to gather intelligence tomorrow. Everything is for the god Futan!"
Charles stared at him blankly for a few seconds, too lazy to say anything, and went back into his eye sockets.
I almost forgot that this guy is a lunatic who believes in Futan. There is no need to have too much contact with him. Just use him.
The next day, Cindy was in a hurry to go out, but was stopped by Charles. It was too suspicious that she went out right after returning and went to the place where the lunatic was imprisoned.
(End of this chapter)