"Governor General, Lord Feuerbach left, and he walked into the sea alone, following the red sharks."

The white-haired butler reported to Charles everything he saw at the dock.

"He's the only one? What about his wife and children?"

"His wife and children were left on the island. After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Mr. Feuerbach went directly to the dock without even returning home."

Sitting while Charles laughed in a low voice, not even his family, it seems that everything about him is just a disguise.

His wife and children and the land and houses allocated to him were not at all nostalgic for him.

"I don't know who sent this guy here. What benefits are promised to him? Women don't even want power and money. So what exactly does he want?" Charles whispered.

No matter what Feuerbach originated, everything about him is over, and the crew member who has been with him for five years will probably never see him again.

Then, Charles immediately thought about what Feuerbach said before leaving.

"This madness comes from God Fotan. Who knows this sleeping god best in the entire Earth Sea? You may be able to find a way out of them."

"Ftan... some guys who were infected with D4 memes in the foundation..." Charles, with slightly narrowed eyes, kept pounding on the table with his steel fingers.

His crew members were crazy because of the whispers of Ftan, but those people believed in Ftan. Maybe they could really find clues from them.

But a new problem arose, that is, Charles has a bad relationship with them, and even because of his relationship with the Pope, it can be said that he is very bad.

But Charles didn't want to give up this possibility. No matter whether he could succeed or not, he had to try it first. Moreover, for them, he still had a card in his hand and had not played it out.

Charles thought for a while and raised his head, saying to the butler in front of him: "Go and 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 is fine, hurry up."

"Okay!" The housekeeper quickly retreated.

Soon, the clean fresh water filled with glasses was sent to Charles.

With Charles' right hand tilted, the water in the water cup filled the tabletop.

The water quickly soaked the paper on the table, and Charles said to a layer of water on the table, "I am the governor of Hope Island, Charles, I want to discuss something with you."

This was the method that the Ftanic clan had mentioned before, using water as a medium for communication. They used this method before, trying to win over Charles against the Church of Light, but Charles did not agree at the time.

No one expected that this method would be used by Charles under this situation.

"I am the governor of Hope Island, Charles, and I want to discuss something with you." Charles said again, but the water still had no reaction.

After waiting for a few seconds, just when Charles thought the lunatics didn't want to pay attention to him, a trace of black appeared on the water surface, and a pair of familiar octopus horizontal eyes emerged from it.

The sound of chewing a thick piece of phlegm was heard from the water full of jokes.

"The powerful man is here to see who this is. Isn't this the noble governor of Hope Island Mr. Charles? You have such a noble existence that you actually come to us, the humble cultists."

Compared with the win-win and pleasing a few months ago, Hook’s attitude is now just from heaven to earth.

Charles didn't want to talk nonsense to him, so he said to him straight to the point: "Hook, does your Fotanic Buddhism have a way to make the Fotanic God's murmur crazy and recover?"

"Hahaha... After losing the backer of the God of Light, are you planning to reconcile with us again?"

Charles frowned slightly, "Tell me, is there any way you Fertanic scholar? What is the price to pay if you want this method."

As soon as he finished speaking, the water on the table suddenly boiled, and several octopus tentacles with barbed slams out from it, sticking to black viscous liquid, and directly swung towards Charles' neck.

Charles raised his right foot and kicked hard on the table. The heavy solid wood desk was kicked out far away.

The distance was instantly stretched, making it impossible for the tentacles that grew from the desktop to attack Charles.

The next second, the hook's roar filled with anger came from it.

"Want to let us help you? Go dreaming!! Because of the wanted order issued on the Hope Island, how many of our believers have been cut off and slapped!!"

"The God of Light is gone, and your backstage has disappeared!! You wait. After we handle some things, we will double the what you and the Pope gave us before!!"

The tentacles slowly retracted into the water surface, and the black liquid gradually became transparent again.

Seeing the hook's eyes disappearing from the water, Charles slowly spoke, "There is no room for negotiation?"

"Haha, there is room for negotiation? When you die, tell the powerful man that there is no possibility of dissolving the hatred between us! Your island, your family, and everything about you will eventually be destroyed!!"

Charles leaned forward slightly, looking at the hook's eyes gradually fading away, and shook out his card.

"If I now know where you powerful people are? I will definitely be willing to use this information to exchange for a way to rescue the madness?"

"What?" The water surface that should have been clear suddenly turned black again. Not only did the hook's eyes reappear on it, but other pairs of eyes of different sizes also appeared on it.

The crowded eyes turned the entire table into a monster full of eyes.

"Mortal! Where did you see the powerful one!"

"Answer me! You have seen the great God of Fotan, why do you have nothing abnormal?"

"If you dare to lie to us!! You're done completely!"

Looking at the vertical pupils of the octopus crowded in the water, Charles was not in a hurry at this time.

For believers, especially crazy believers, nothing is more important than their God, and they should be the ones who are anxious now.

"Is there any way you guys?" Charles raised his own question again.

The eyes on the table communicated with each other for a while and then quickly dissipated. The black water on the table floated up from the table like a piece of cloth, forming a twisting human shape, like a jellyfish.

"Have you seen the true body of a powerful man?"

As soon as the water shadow opened his mouth, Charles knew that this guy was definitely not a hook. His tone and attitude were completely different. It seemed that a big man from the Fotan Sect was talking to him.

"Let me think, because your people are approaching the great and powerful, that mortals cannot bear His divine power, so they are all crazy, right?"

"Is there any way you guys?" Charles looked at him frowned, he was already a little annoyed.
Chapter completed!