Mysteries of the Earthsea

All the captains stopped communicating with Charles, but instead silently resisted the outsiders with such cold eyes.

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

He seems to be passively involved in the struggle between cults. "Bird of Suffering? What the **** 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 high-value information here, but when it comes to the issue of faith, it is a little troublesome

"You can find it on the black market, or steal it from Lily's friends. This should be just a small problem." Charles thought about walking down the steps of the Explorers Association.

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

Whether it's the workers moving around, or the policeman next to them maintaining order. Their hostile eyes didn't stop at all.

"Aren't the people on the entire island the servants of the suffering giant bird? This news spreads a bit quickly, right?" Charles, who sensed something was wrong, speeded up his pace and ran towards the Narwhal.

Just when Charles was about to walk to the dock, a black shadow rushed out of the dark alley beside him, pulling him towards the alley.

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

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

Listening to the words he hurriedly said, Charles was about to pull the trigger and stopped immediately, which seemed to be some kind of street signal.

The man with a torn head and a hood led Charles through the intricate alleys, and finally stopped in the cracks of the crowded houses.

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

He wiped something with his hand on his face, and soon the octopus tentacles tattooed all over his face appeared in front of Charles.

The boy looked very excited. After reaching out to Charles' neck, he retracted back in fear.

"My lord, I beg you to let me take a look at that. Just a glance."

"Do you know this? Who are you?" Charles opened his collar to show the tattoo.

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

Seeing his weird 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. "My lord, believer Gavin will obey your orders!!"

After Charles glanced at him twice, he didn't explain anything. "Can you get a chart of the Sea of ​​Mist?"

Since he regards himself as a great figure in Fatanism, this identity may be used.

"can!"

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

"My lord, please come with me. It's not safe here." Kevin looked warily, opening a slit window above the house.

Looking at the tattoos on his face, Charles didn't say anything, and followed him on.

The two of them shuttled through various houses and ended up in front of a single-story hut next to a garbage dump.

Charles bent over and walked into this room, which was less than 1.5 meters high. The space inside was not large. It seemed to be only 8 square meters at most. It was said to be a house, more like a box.

The same old furniture as the house is placed around. In the east corner squatting a dirty boy of seven or eight years old, holding a tattered black book in his hand.

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

The broken biscuits in a paper bag were placed right in front of Charles, and there were some dried fish of different sizes next to him. Seeing Gavin's cautious posture, this should be the thing he took the most.

Seeing this place like a beggar's den, Charles suddenly regretted coming over. This believer was bad enough to mess around on this island.

"You just said that you can get a chart of the sea of ​​mist??"

"Really, don't worry, sir, I will definitely get it, and I will help you find it!"

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

"Cuckoo~" The voice next to him suddenly came. It was the sound from the boy's belly in the corner.

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

He shook his head, "Big brother said, this thing is for adults, I can't eat it."

"Then what if I let you eat it?"

Hearing what Charles said, the boy showed joy on his face and hurried over, squeezing the crumbs of the biscuits in the bag with his hands, and kept stuffing them into his mouth.

Charles took the book in the boy's hand and turned it over, and found that it was filled with hymns in praise of the **** Futan.

"Your brother is a believer in the **** Futan? Why does he believe in this god?"

"Because the giant bird of suffering took our parents away and did not realize our wish. It is fake, so we have to believe in something else."

"What is the Giant Bird of Misery?" Charles heard the name for the second time today.

"Listen to those in the temple, as long as you keep torturing your body, the suffering giant bird will perform miracles and realize any wish of the believers."

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

The lamp oil in the house slowly ran out. Seeing that the boy didn't mean to fill up the lamp oil, it is estimated that there should be no excess lamp oil in this poor family.

Charles, who can see night vision, doesn't care about this either. He wants to know if the guy named Gavin can get the chart.

As time passed a little bit, Charles became a little impatient, looking for a map, he had many ways, and it didn't need to be a Fatan believer. "

But just when Charles was about to go out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gavin, battered and scarred, ran in and handed over the stacked chart respectfully.

"Are you grabbing another chart?" Charles asked, looking at the blood flowing down his face.

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

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

The chart is rolled out, and the content inside is different from that released by the association.

The place that should have been blank is drawn to represent the island, and there are also a few dotted lines near the island.

Charles knows the meaning of this thing, this is the mark of ocean currents.

However, this chart is not detailed, only the periphery, but when he saw the Broken Heart Island logo, Charles knew that this chart was enough.

Charles collected the chart, took out a check from his pocket, quickly wrote a few numbers and passed it over. "Take it well, this is your reward."