"Lord Doge, Lord Feuerbach departed, and he went into the sea alone, following the red sharks. ”

The gray-haired butler reported to Charles what he had seen at the docks.

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

His wife and children remained on the island, and when he came out of the Doge's Palace, Mr. Feuerbach went straight to the docks without even returning home. ”

Sitting Charles smiled in a low voice, even his family didn't want it, so it seemed that everything about him was just a disguise.

His wife, children, and the land and house allocated to him had no nostalgia for him at all.

"I don't know who sent this guy here, and what benefits he promised, women don't want money or rights, so what does he want?" Charles whispered.

Regardless of Feuerbach's origins, everything about him is over, and the crew who has been with him for five years will probably never see him again.

Immediately afterward, Charles thought about what Feuerbach had said before leaving.

"This madness comes from the god Phtan, and who in all the sea knows the sleeping god best? ”

"Photanism...... Some of the guys infected with the D4 meme in the Foundation's mouth......" Charles, with slightly narrowed eyes, kept pounding on the table with his steel fingers.

Their own crew members are crazy because of the muttering of the god Photan, but those people still believe in the god Photan, maybe they can really find clues from them.

But a new problem has arisen, that is, Charles's relationship with them is not good, and even because of the Pope, it can be said that it is very poor.

But Charles didn't want to give up this possibility, whether it was successful or not, he had to try it first, and for them, he still had a card in his hand that had not been played.

Charles thought for a moment and then raised his head and said to the butler in front of him, "Go and bring me a glass of water, thank you." ”

The steward's face was stunned, as if he was surprised by the governor's order. "A glass of water?"

"Yes, a glass of water, any water, hurry. ”

"Okay!" the butler quickly withdrew.

Soon the clean fresh water in a glass was delivered to Charles.

With Charles's right hand tilting "boom~", the water in the water cup filled the table.

The water quickly soaked the paper on the table, and Charles said into the layer of water on the table, "I'm Inspectors, the governor of Hope Island, and I want to discuss something with you." ”

This is the method that the Photans said before contacting Charles, using water as a medium of communication, and they tried to win Charles over to deal with the Illuminati through this method, but Charles did not agree at the time.

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

"I'm Governor Inspector of Hope Island, and I'm going to discuss something with you. Charles said it again, but there was still no reaction from the water.

After waiting for a few seconds, just when Charles thought that the madmen didn't want to pay attention to him, a pair of familiar octopus eyes emerged from the surface of the water as a hint of blackness appeared from it.

It was as if the sound of chewing a thick piece of phlegm was full of banter, and it came out of the water.

"Almighty, look who this is, isn't this the honorable Mr. Governors of Hope Island? ”

Compared with the wooing and currying favor a few months ago, the hook's attitude now is simply heaven and earth.

Charles didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he said to him straight to the point: "Hook, do you Photans have a way to make the Fertan God go crazy?"

"Hehehe...... After losing the backing of the Cult of the Illuminati, did you start planning to reconcile with us again?"

Charles's brows furrowed slightly, "Just tell me, do you have a way to do it, and what price you have to pay for wanting this way." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the water on the table suddenly boiled, and several barbed octopus tentacles suddenly grew out of it, sticking to the black viscous liquid, and threw it directly at Charles's neck.

Charles raised his right foot and kicked the table, and the heavy solid wood desk was kicked straight away.

The distance was instantly shortened, so that the tentacles growing from the table could not attack Charles.

In the next second, the hook's angry roar came from within.

"Do you want us to help you? Dream on!!Because of the wanted warrant issued on the island, how many of our believers have had their heads cut off and their skins removed!!"

"The Cult of Light is gone, and your backstage has disappeared!!You wait, after we have dealt with some things, we will return to you twice as much as what you gave us before with the Pope!!"

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

Seeing that the hook's eyes were about to disappear from the water, Charles slowly spoke, "There is no room for negotiation?"

"Hehe, room for negotiation? When you die and tell the Almighty, there is no possibility of resolving the hatred between us! Your island, your family, and everything about you will eventually be annihilated!!"

Charles leaned forward slightly, looked into the hook's fading eyes, and threw out one of his cards.

"What if I now know where you mighty are, and if I trade this information for a cure for madness, you will surely be willing?"

"What?" The water that should have been clear instantly turned black again, and not only the hook's eyes reappeared on it, but also other pairs of eyes of different sizes appeared on it.

The crowded eyes turn the entire table into a monster with full eyes.

"Mortals, where have you seen the Almighty!"

"Answer me! You have seen the great god Photan, why don't you have anything abnormal!"

"If you dare to lie to us!!You're totally finished!!"

Looking at the vertical pupils of the octopuses crowded with each other in the water, Charles was not in a hurry at this time.

For believers, especially fanatics, there is nothing more important than their gods, and it should be them who are in a hurry now.

"Is there anything you can do?" Charles asked again.

The eyeballs on the table exchanged eyes for a moment and then quickly dispersed, and the black water on the table floated up from the table like a piece of cloth, forming a writhing human form, like a jellyfish.

"Have you seen the true form of the Almighty?"

As soon as the Mizukage spoke, Charles knew that this guy was definitely not a hook, and his tone and attitude were completely different, and it seemed that a big man from the Photan sect was talking to him.

"Let me think that because your people are close to the Great Almighty, mortals can't withstand His divine might, so they're all crazy, right?"

"What the hell are you guys doing?" looked at him with a frown, he was already a little annoyed.

"We have. ”