Seeing his men surrounding the spider, Gavin's brother Kevin slammed the table and growled angrily, "Enough! Do you think this is a fish market at the dock? Be quiet!"
Although Kevin looks the youngest here, he seems to have the most power.
The believers who had gathered around him quickly came up and stared at Charles with eager eyes that were afraid of offending Charles.
Looking at their appearance, Charles now understood that these guys were the subordinates that Gavin had developed over the years.
Although the Foundation will not manage the Heike tribe's territory personally, it is a very good move to find so many Futan believers on the Heike tribe's Broken Heart Island. You know, this place can barely be considered the Foundation's territory.
Where Charles is now there should be a church, the church of Furtan.
Looking at the Coral Fortan statue next to him, Charles guessed that Ocott didn't know that there was a base underground in this place.
"Sir, what do you think of this place? Is there anything that needs to be improved? We just arranged it according to our imagination. If there is anything offensive, please tell me and I will make improvements immediately."
Looking at Charles who was observing the surrounding environment, Kevin asked with trepidation in his heart.
Charles had no idea how a Christian church was decorated, so he could only vaguely say it was okay.
After receiving Charles' praise, these people were immediately delighted, as if everything they had done for so long had finally made sense.
Looking at the faces in front of him, Charles felt it was very funny. He didn't expect that he could still use this identity.
But this is a good thing for Charles, as it means he has a lot more useful people here.
"I have something to help you with." Charles' words shocked all the Futan believers present. They rushed to answer his orders, fearing that if they were slow, others would get there first.
"I want to sneak onto a ship heading to the depths of the Misty Sea, or hijack one, preferably one heading to the deepest part. Do you have a way? All I need is a ship. I have a sea chart here."
After hearing Charles' request, everyone frowned. From the expressions on their faces, Charles could tell that this matter was not easy to handle.
"What? It's difficult to handle?" Charles asked.
"It's not that difficult." Kevin pondered for a while and said, "In the depths of the Misty Sea lives the false god of the Hek tribe. Generally speaking, only the clergy of the temple, after receiving the oracle of the false god, will send some things to the islands in the inner circle of the Misty Sea by ship."
"If there is no oracle, any ship heading towards the inner circle of the Sea of Mist will be very conspicuous and impossible to hide. If you want to go there, you must take a regular ship and you cannot sneak across."
"Temple." Charles remembered some people in the Hek tribe who were wearing colorful cloth strips. Apart from the religious color, these people were actually the liaisons between the foundation and the outside world. When there was something missing inside, they would collect it through the Hek tribe.
How to blend in is indeed a problem. He is no longer the powerful Charles, and the only power he can mobilize is that of a spider.
Kevin looked at the spider that was standing there. He gritted his teeth and said firmly, "Sir, please give us some time! This is the first mission assigned to us by the church. We promise to complete it! Everything is for the Almighty! Futan Savito!"
After Charles looked at him for a few seconds, he shook the spider's hideous head slightly and wrote below with spider silk: "Everything for the God Futan."
Charles rubbed his sore neck, sat up from the chair, walked to the sunny balcony, and looked at the lively and peaceful Hope Island outside.
The islanders who were struggling for their lives on the streets in the distance gave Charles a strong sense of separation, as if he was not living in the same world as them.
He slowly picked up the round glass bottle on the table next to him, tilted his head back and took a big sip.
At this moment, the brown liquid in the bottle began to boil, and the color gradually turned black, and an octopus's horizontal pupil eye appeared in it. "Charles, how is the progress?"
"I've encountered some difficulties and I'm trying to find a solution. Don't rush me. It's useless. If you have the ability, take all the people of the Futan Church to the Sea of Mist to cause trouble for the Foundation." Charles casually put the bottle of wine on the balcony.
"Remember, inform me immediately of any progress. We are currently working on another plan to fight the Foundation. I want to see if we can cooperate with each other."
"What plan?" Charles was very curious about how the Fortan Cult could cause trouble for the Foundation.
"There's no need to tell you this, just do your thing," Ocott's eyes disappeared from the bottle, Charles grabbed the glass, looked at it, and then raised his head to take a sip.
As soon as he took a sip, he heard footsteps behind him. This sound of footsteps was very familiar.
"Why are you back? Didn't 134 take you back to Hefang Island?" Charles said without turning his head. Tuba's footsteps were still easy to recognize.
Tuba, holding a group of colorful mice in his arms, walked up to him and looked at him curiously as if they were meeting for the first time.
Turning his head to look at Tuba, who was either a prophet or a madman, Charles thought for a moment and then said to him, "What do you think about the current situation? What will our future be like? Will we defeat the Foundation, or will the Foundation eliminate us?"
Tuba shook his head in confusion, "Did you eat breakfast today?"
"What?" Charles said he couldn't understand Tuba's crazy words.
"Is this some kind of metaphor?" he thought to himself, and began to speculate on the possibilities.
But soon Tuba's words shattered his guess, "Do you have any breakfast left? I'm hungry, I want to eat."
Charles sighed tiredly. If he followed Tuba's thinking for a long time, he would become a madman like him. "Go to the kitchen to find food. If you don't know where the kitchen is, ask the mouse in your arms."
"Oh." Tuba turned and walked out, but when he reached the door he suddenly stopped.
The white-haired Tuba thought for a moment and then said, "Yesterday, the people from outside asked me to play rock-paper-scissors with them. It was a three-game, four-win game, and I won."
"Oh, I see. Winning is better than losing." Charles shook the wine in the glass with a frown and answered absentmindedly.
Tuba thought about it again and said, "There is one more thing. I am about to die."
(End of this chapter)