Chapter 4: The Cult of Fotan
Holding the echo note in his hand in both hands, John turned around to leave, but he pushed open the door and was about to leave, and after thinking for a while, he turned around in embarrassment.
Looking at the figure behind him, intertwined between light and darkness, he wanted to speak.
"Captain, I'm leaving, to be honest, why don't you go ashore too, you've saved up enough money to buy an exploration ship, what can you do? ”
"There is. ”
Although Charles's tone was calm, his eyes were firm.
"How is it possible that something bigger than an island hangs in the air, selflessly providing us with light and warmth and dispelling darkness? ”
Seeing that Charles was silent, Old John sighed and continued to persuade: "When I first saw you, although you couldn't even speak, but you were so vigorous, so cheerful and confident, I thought what a good young man, if I had a granddaughter, I would definitely introduce it to you." ”
"You don't have to lie it to me, I know you've been hearing the voice of the gods for days, and if you continue like this, you're really going to be crazy, give up. ”
Charles, with a blank face, walked to the door and closed the door with a "bang".
"Child, you're too persistent. John's footsteps slowly faded away, and calm returned to the door.
"Am I too obsessed?" muttered Charles with his back to the door, his expression slowly twisting.
"What's wrong with me wanting to go back?" suddenly shouted Charles, who had a pained expression.
"I haven't done anything to be a traitor!!Why did this kind of thing fall on me!
"It's been eight years!!It's been eight years!!Why do you want me to go through this ordeal!!!I just want to go home!!!" Charles roared loudly.
“glui mglw...... na......" The murmur in my ears sounded again, making people extremely irritated.
"I'm your mother!!" he pulled out his pistol and held it to his temple.
Just as his trembling fingers were about to pull the trigger, a muffled protest from a neighbor came from a nearby wall
"What's the noise!!Give me a little quiet!!"
Excited, Charles suddenly fell silent, he put the pistol back into his waist, picked up a piece of cloth and carefully wrapped the wooden knife in his hand.
Charles dreamed a lot that night, but when he woke up again, he couldn't remember anything.
"Babble. There was another knock on the door.
When Charles opened the door, he found a bald head with an octopus tentacle tattoo on his face standing in front of him.
"Is it Captain Charles of the Mouse?? My name is Hook, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”
Charles looked the guy in front of him up and down vigilantly, his face was very public, and his deformed ears curved inward meant that he was a native of the Coral Islands, and the octopus tentacles on his face proved his faith.
"What do the believers of Photan want to do with me, do you want to give me to your Almighty God?"
Sensing the hostility between Charles's words, the hook was not angry at all.
"If you want to be a sacrifice to the Almighty, you may not be qualified, I have other things to do with you, Captain Charles, I heard that you are very short of money, right?"
Charles is not surprised, this guy in front of him is not the first time to find him.
"I don't smuggle contraband. Charles was about to close the door.
In fact, he lied, as long as the benefits were sufficient, he sometimes smuggled them, and resolutely refused because he didn't want to have too much contact with these cults.
The only difference between the Photans and the madmen on the street is that they can speak normally, and normal people will treat the monsters under the sea as gods.
Just as the door was about to close, Charles suddenly heard a number floating in the doorway. "1,000,000 echoes. ”
Looking at the black pupils in the crack in the door, the bald hook had a confident smile on his face.
"Mr. Charles, these rewards can fully fill the gap in your funds, so that you can buy a top-of-the-line exploration ship, think about it, as long as you explore a new island, then you will have your own land and become the governor of the new island, and then the inexhaustible Echo Coins of women's power will be yours. ”
Charles didn't know where these guys knew their purpose, but he was a little tempted, and with so much money, he would take a big step back home.
He didn't let his guard down, the Fortan cult was not a charity, and there must be extreme danger behind the huge reward.
"What are you going to smuggle?" asked Charles warily.
"I don't ask you to smuggle goods, but you want to help us find something, please come with me, and our high priest will explain the details to you. ”
Charles thought for a few seconds, opened the door, and followed.
The two walked out of the port area, through the fishy port area, towards the island's residential quarters.
The residential area of the main coral island is less chaotic and more popular, and without the gray-and-white coral buildings, Charles would be walking the streets of London in the mid-18th century.
Banks, hospitals, clothing stores, theaters, all kinds of modern facilities are all over the island, and if it weren't for the deformed ears and pale skin of the people, everything would be so normal.
An island is equivalent to a city, and the streets are very crowded with people, and it can be seen from the clothes on their bodies that there are both poor and rich, and everyone is busy with their own business.
"Roasted spider crab legs, only 4 echo coins each!"
"Dad, I can't walk, I can't walk. ”
"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! Big news, Governor Niko is about to marry his sixth husband in six days. ”
"Can you take a moment's time, sir? I would like to introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior, the All-Knowing and Almighty, Photan Saweto. ”
The quiet and peaceful scenery made Charles a little unappreciative, no matter how peaceful it was, everything here was as fragile as foam. Although very rare, islands inhabited by millions of humans have also sunk.
The two weave their way through the gray-and-white buildings, and eventually they come to a huge church.
Walking into the church, the sounds fell silent instantly, and in the center of the main hall was a huge stone sculpture that was barely humanoid.
It is said to be humanoid, but its appearance is more like a standing rotting octopus, and the scales turned out and the eyeballs all over the body make people uncomfortable at a glance.
The black-robed believers lined up in a neat line and whispered a language without consonants, which sounded familiar to Charles, and the words were somewhat similar to his own auditory hallucinations.
"The High Priest is in the confessional, please come with me. The hook carried Charles through the crowd and continued inside.
The security behind the hall began to be tightened, and at every corner or at the door of the room stood a black-robed believer, and although no one spoke, Charles could feel that they were all watching him.
In a dimly lit room, Charles saw the high priest of the Photans, a red-robed figure lying on the ground.
The hook bowed respectfully and stepped back.
The high priest slowly stood up, but did not turn
"Captain Charles, I teach you to find something. A holy relic of my Lord. ”