Chapter 5: High Priest of Phutanism

　　 The voice of the high priest was old and thick, as if there was a mouthful of sputum in his mouth, listening to Charles was very uncomfortable.
　　 "Where is the thing?"
　　 "Not far, on a newly discovered island to the left of the Coral Islands."
　　 Charles continued to ask: "Why are you looking for me? Whether it is a man or a boat, it is much better than me."
　　 "Hehehe, that place is a bit dangerous. We need a cautious captain."
　　 Charles does not believe that "a little bit dangerous" in his mouth, "a little bit dangerous" is not worth 1 million echo coins.
　　 "Should you say this to me more than me? How did they end up?"
　　 The high priest said in a contemptuous tone: "Isn't Captain Charles the one who claims to buy the exploration ship? I'm afraid of this danger, but he doesn't seem to be a hero who can expand the territory for us."
　　 Seeing that the red robe in front of him didn't answer his question directly, Charles knew that the predecessors must not end well, and the place must be dangerous.
　　After thinking for a while, he decided to take on this task, begging for wealth and danger, he didn’t want to delay any longer
　　 As for danger? Where can I sail safely now, as long as there is no safe place above the earth and sea.
　　 "Yes, but how can I guarantee that you have the words?"
　　 The high priest of Fatanism seems very reasonable. "I can put my payment in the Bank of England and let them be witnesses."
　　He paused for a few seconds and then continued: "I have a small question here. What is Captain Charles's eagerness to buy the exploration ship? Power? Echo coins? Or honor?"
　　 Charles did not intend to hide, "In order to find a place of light."
　　 Hearing this, the red robe trembled all over, and the old voice asked in a flustered tone: "Looking for the place of light? Are you a person of the Illuminati?"
　　 "No."
　　 Hearing Charles' answer, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. If you are really those heretics, then the transaction between us must be reconsidered. Don't get involved with them. Those heretics are lunatics through and through. They are cults!"
Listening to the Fatan believers who like the sacrifice of living people say this, Charles is inexplicably wanting to laugh. The eldest brother does not talk about the second elder brother. If the standards of later generations are used, one of the religions in Dihai is considered a cult, and all religions The ritual should be as anti-human as it is.
　　 Waiting for Charles to walk out of the confession room, the bald head who was called the hook walked in holding a cup of blood and placed it respectfully behind the high priest
　　 "You go to sign the contract now and let him go as soon as possible."
　　 The hook nodded, and after careful consideration, he asked carefully: "High priest, do you think you can succeed this time?"
　　 A black octopus tentacles stretched out from under the red robe, rolled the cup of water into the robe, "Try it slowly, this is only the ninth place, don't worry... the holy lord's things can only belong to us."
　　 Without wasting time, Charles followed the hook that came over to the largest bank of the Coral Islands.
　　 After seeing the bald head writing the Fatan Church on the contract, Charles was relieved that the legality of this contract was now endorsed by the Governor of the Coral Islands. It is impossible for the Fatanists to break their promise, because if they do, they will pay more than 1 million.
　　 "Captain Charles, I heard that your first mate disembarked, haven't you?"
　　 "Does this have anything to do with this matter now?" Charles put the contract in the middle of his clothes.
　　 "Of course not, just to allow you to complete the task as soon as possible, our Futan Church has specially selected a first officer for you. He has rich sailing experience, please do not refuse."
　　 Looking at the bald head in front of him, Charles frowned slightly. "To monitor me?"
　　 "No, he just led the way for you. That island is very remote, I'm afraid you won't find it."
　　 Charles doesn't matter. At present, the interests of both parties are the same. No matter how crazy these guys are, they will not send someone to hold back at this time.
　　 "I will leave at six in three days."
　　 The port three days later, the port has already started to become lively, and teams of laborers are carrying goods like ants.
　　 Charles stood at the bow and waited. The other crew members stood on the deck and chatted idle. Among them were two new faces, both of whom were new sailors. The previous sailor, Dip, was already named the captain.
　　 The young man who was promoted suddenly looked very excited, and taught the new sailors with his hands behind him, even though the sailors were much older than him.
The big wheel tube and the chef next to 　　 were not so careless. They knew that the task this time was not that simple.
　　 "James, I thought you would disembark like John?" said Chef Frey, who was as thin as a bamboo pole.
"The captain saved my life, and I will go wherever he goes, and the captain said that the reward for this mission is generous, and I can propose to Mosica when I get paid." It seems to think of the wedding scene, The big man's face was filled with happiness.
　　 "What if you die? This is not a delivery mission. If you really want to count it, exploring the island is a matter for explorers."
　　 "I'm not afraid, it's not bad to walk with you."
　　 The big wheel tube thought of something and turned to look at his companion, "Frey, what about you, why are you here?"
　　 "You know my character, I am too lazy to move." Frey said, casting his eyes on the back of his captain, his eyes full of calmness.
　　 Actually, he didn't leave because he had seen the captain secretly take a rectangular object a few years ago. Not only could that type of thing play songs like a record player, but there were also ghosts performing dramas on it.
　　 Although I don’t know what that thing is, UU reading www. uukanshu.com but he felt it was some kind of powerful relic, and he guessed that this relic was at the expense of tears. The always rational captain actually cried like a child that day.
　　 From that moment on, he felt that he had ordered the captain. Following the captain with such a powerful relic, safety must be guaranteed.
　　 It is not important to have a high salary at sea, and the amount of work is not important. Living is the most important thing.
　　 The facts proved that his choice was not wrong. The person who went to sea at the same time as him was almost dead, only he was still alive.
　　 Charles at the bow suddenly narrowed his eyes, and saw a row of Fatanists in black robes walking through the laborers towards the pier in the distance. The head of the ship was the bald head called the hook.
　　 "People, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Charles looked a little impatient.
　　 Hook smiled and patted his hands lightly, and the one behind him stood up.
　　 When he saw the man dressed up, Charles thought he saw a mummy. The khaki bandage was tightly wrapped around the man's body, and no skin leaked out.
　　 "You can call him a bandage or something. He used to be a chief mate, and he also knows the location of the island. He will help you a lot on this trip."
　　 "What's inside is alive?" Charles's tone was alert.
　　 "Hehe, don't worry, he is a human being, a man of flesh and blood."
　　 The hook took out a dagger and struck it the bandaged man’s face. Under the loosened bandage, there was black skin, and scarlet blood was dripping from the cut wound.
"Black people? There are still black people in this world?" Charles took a closer look and realized that he had misunderstood. This man's skin was not black, but was covered by dense letter tattoos. It was a sudden glance. Black illusion.