Chapter 203 Gavin

All the captains no longer had any communication with Charles, but silently resisted outsiders with such cold eyes.

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

He seems to be passively involved in the struggle between cults. "The giant bird of suffering? What the hell is this?"

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

The sea chart of the sea of ​​mist does not seem to be high-value information here, but when it involves the issue of belief, it will be a little troublesome

"You can find it on the black market, or steal it from Lily's friends. This should be a small problem." Charles thought as he walked 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 laborers who move, or the policemen who maintain order next to them. Their hostile gazes did not restrain at all.

"Could it be that the people on the entire island are the servants of the giant bird of misery?? The news spread a bit fast, right?" Charles, who felt that something was wrong, quickened his pace and ran towards the Narwhal.

Just when Charles was about to walk to the pier, a black figure rushed out from the dark alley, pulling him and rushing into the alley.

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

"Ftan, it is not the dead who sleep forever. In the long and strange time, death also has its end."

Hearing his hasty words, Charles immediately stopped pulling the trigger, which seemed to be some kind of street signal.

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

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

He rubbed something on his face with his hands, and soon the tattoo of octopus tentacles all over his face appeared in front of Charles.

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

"My lord, I beg you to let me see that, just a glance."

"You know this? Who are you?" Charles pulled back his collar, showing the tattoo.

Unexpectedly, when the young man saw the tentacle tattoo, his body twitched violently, the whites of his eyes rolled up, as if he was about to faint in a 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 recovered. He suppressed his excitement and knelt down on one knee in front of Charles. "My lord, believer Gavin obeys your orders!!"

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

Since he regards himself as a big shot in the Fortan Church, this identity may be able to be used.

"Can!"

Charles was a little surprised by the young man's quick promise.

"My lord, please follow me, it's not safe here." Kevin looked vigilantly at the open window above the house.

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

The two shuttled through various narrow gaps in the house, and finally came to a single-storey hut next to a garbage dump.

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

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

As soon as he entered the room, Gavin started busy entertaining Charles.

The crushed biscuits in a paper bag were placed in front of Charles, and beside them were several bags of dried fish of different sizes. Judging by Gavin's cautious posture, this should be the most important thing for him to sell.

Looking at this place that looked like a beggar's den, Charles suddenly regretted following him. This believer is not good enough on this island.

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

"Really, don't worry, my lord, I will definitely get it, and I will help you find it right away! Please wait a moment."

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

"Googoogoo~" A voice next to him suddenly came~, it was the sound from the stomach of the boy in the corner.

Charles looked at his dirty little face with dry snot and pushed the small bag of crackers past.

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

"What if I let you eat?"

Hearing what Charles said, the boy showed joy on his face, and hurried over, picked up the biscuit crumbs in the bag with his hands, and kept sending them to his mouth.

Charles took the book in the boy's hand and flipped through it, and found that it was full of hymns praising the God of Ftan.

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

"Because the giant bird of suffering took away our parents and didn't fulfill our wishes, it's fake, so we have to believe in something else."

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

"I heard from the people in the temple that as long as you keep torturing your body, the giant bird of suffering will perform miracles and fulfill any wishes of the believers."

Charles knew it clearly, another cult that he had never heard of.

The lamp oil in the house was slowly running out. Seeing that the boy did not intend to fill in the lamp oil, it is estimated that there should be no extra lamp oil in this poor family.

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

As time passed, Charles became a little impatient. He was just looking for a map. He had many ways, and there was no need to rely on a Fortan believer. "

But just as Charles was about to go out, Gavin ran in with bloody head and scars, and respectfully handed over the folded chart.

"Are you snatching other charts?" Charles asked looking at the blood that kept flowing down his face.

"It's nothing, it's my honor to help you sir!!"

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

The chart was spread out, and the contents inside were different from those released by the association.

The place that should have been blank was painted on to represent the mark of the island, and several dotted lines appeared near the island.

Charles knew what it meant, it was a sign of currents.

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

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