All the captains no longer communicated with Charles, but instead silently resisted the outsiders with such cold eyes.

Charles, confused, walked out of the association with the mark on his neck.

He seemed to be passively involved in the struggle between cults. "The Giant Bird of Suffering? What is this?"

Looking at the lively port in front of him, Charles felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

The chart of the Sea of ​​Mist does not seem to be a high-value information here, but it will be a little troublesome when it comes to faith issues.

"You can find it from the black market, or Lily's friends steal it, it should be just a small problem." Charles thought and walked down the stairs of the Explorer Association.

But soon Charles felt something was wrong. Everyone in the port area was peeking at him.

Whether it was the laborers who moved to live or the police who maintained order next to them, their hostile eyes were completely unrestrained.

"Are the people on the entire island all servants of the Giant Bird of Suffering? This news spread a little quickly, right?" Charles, who felt something was wrong, accelerated his pace and ran towards the Narwhal.

Just as Charles was about to reach the dock, a dark shadow rushed out of the dark alley, pulling him into the alley.

Charles flipped his right hand and the flesh and blood revolver had already reached the man's abdomen.

"Fotan, the one who sleeps forever is not the dead. In the long and strange time, death also has its end."

Listening to the words he said quickly, Charles's move to pull the trigger immediately stopped, as if it was some kind of street code.

The man with a ragged hood took Charles to quickly walk through the intricate alleys and finally stopped in the crevice of the crowded house.

He took off his hood, and a bald boy of sixteen or seventeen years old appeared in front of Charles.

He wiped something with his hands and rubbed it hard on his face, and soon the tattoo of the octopus tentacles on his face was displayed in front of Charles.

The boy looked very excited. He stretched out his hand to Charles' neck and then shrank back in fear.

"Sir, beg you to let me see that, just look at it."

"Do you know this? Who are you?" Charles pulled his collar and showed the tattoo.

Unexpectedly, when the young man saw the tentacle tattoo, his body twitched violently, his eyes rolled up, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

Seeing his strange behavior, Charles frowned. He really couldn't understand what these cultists were thinking.

After more than ten seconds, the man finally regained his senses. He suppressed his excitement and knelt on one knee in front of Charles. "Sir, believer Gavin obeys your order!!"

After Charles looked at him, he explained nothing. "Do you have a way to get the chart of the Sea of ​​Mist?"

Since he regards himself as a great figure in the Ftans, this identity may be utilizing it.

"Can!"

The young man's readily agreed, which surprised Charles.

"Sir, please come with me, it's not safe here." Kevin looked at him vigilantly, and a cracked window was opened above the house.

Looking at the tattoo on his face, Charles said nothing and followed him on his way forward.

The two of them traveled through various houses, and finally in front of a single-story hut next to a garbage dump.

Charles bent over and walked into the house with a height of less than 1.5 meters. The space inside was not large, and it looked only 8 square meters at most. It was called a house, but it looked more like a box.

The same dilapidated furniture as the house was placed around, and in the east corner was a dirty boy of seven or eight years old, holding a ragged black book.

As soon as he entered the house, Gavin began to entertain Charles.

The broken biscuits in paper bags were placed upright in front of Charles, and there were some dried fish of different sizes next to them. Seeing Gavin's cautious attitude, this thing should be his best-known thing.

Looking at this place like a beggar's nest, Charles suddenly regretted following him. This believer was having a bad time on this island.

"You just said that you could get a chart of the Sea of ​​Mist??"

"Really, sir, don't worry, I can definitely get it. I'll go find it for you now!"

After Gavin finished speaking, he whispered a few words in the ear of the boy next to him, and rushed out in a hurry, without giving Charles a chance to repent.

The sound next to "Gugugugugu~" suddenly came, it was a sound from the belly of a boy in the corner.

Charles looked at his dirty little face with a dry nose and pushed the small bag of broken biscuits over.

He shook his head, "Brother said, this thing is dedicated to the adults, I can't eat it."

"What if I let you eat?"

Hearing Charles say this, the boy showed joy on his face, and hurriedly ran over, pinched the biscuit crumbs in the bag with his hands, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

Charles took the book in the boy's hand and flipped it over, and found that it was filled with hymns praising Fertan.

"Your brother is a believer of God Ftan? Why do you believe in this god?"

"Because the giant bird of suffering took away our parents and did not fulfill our wishes. It is false, so we must believe in something else."

"What is the giant bird of suffering?" Charles heard the name for the second time today.

"I heard from those people in the temple that as long as they keep torturing their bodies, the giant bird of suffering will show miracles and realize any wishes of believers."

Charles knew in his heart that another cult he had never heard of.

The lamp oil in the house was slowly exhausted. Seeing that the boy had no intention of filling in lamp oil, I guess there should be no excess lamp oil in this poor family.

Charles, who can have night vision, doesn't care about these things. He really wants to know whether that guy named Gavin can get the chart.

As time passed, Charles became a little impatient and just looked for a map. He had many ways, and there was no need to be a Ftanist."

But just as Charles was about to walk out, Gavin, who was bleeding and scarred, ran in and respectfully handed over the stacked chart.

"Are you snatching another chart?" Charles asked as he looked at the blood flowing downwards on his face.

"Nothing, it's my honor to help adults!!"

Charles slowly moved his eyes from his face to the chart.

The chart is spread out, and the content inside is different from the one released by the association.

The place that should have been blank was painted, representing the marks of the island, and several dotted lines appeared near the island.

Charles knew what this thing meant, it was the mark of ocean currents.

However, this chart is not detailed, it is just a periphery. However, when he saw the Broken Heart Island logo, Charles knew that this chart was enough.
Chapter completed!