Chapter 508: Fortanism

"Your Excellency, Lord Feuerbach has left. He walked into the sea alone, following the group of red sharks."

The white-haired butler reported to Charles what he saw at the pier.

"Only him? What about his wife and children?"

"His wife and children stayed on the island. After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Mr. Feuerbach didn't even go home and went directly to the pier."

Sitting there, Charles chuckled in a low voice, he didn't even want his family. From this point of view, everything about him was just a disguise.

He has no attachment to his wife, children, and the land and house allocated to him at all.

"I don't know who sent this guy here, and what benefits he promised him. Women don't want rights and money, so what exactly does he want?" Charles said in a low voice.

No matter what Feuerbach's origin is, anyway, everything about him is over, and this crew member who has been with him for five years probably will never see him again.

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

"This kind of madness comes from God Ftan. Who in the entire Earth Sea understands this sleeping god best? You may be able to find a solution from them."

"Fortan Cult... some guys who were infected with the D4 meme in the mouth of the foundation..." Charles, with his eyes slightly narrowed, kept tapping on the table with his steel fingers.

His crew members went crazy because of the whispering of the God of Fortan, but those people believed in the God of Fortan, maybe they could really find clues from them.

But a new problem has emerged, that is, the relationship between Charles and them is not good, even because of the reason with the Pope, it can be said to be very bad.

But Charles didn't want to give up this possibility. No matter whether he could succeed or not, he had to try first. Moreover, for them, he still had a card in his hand that he hadn't played yet.

After thinking for a while, Charles raised his head and said to the butler in front of him, "Go and bring me a glass of water, thank you."

The butler was taken aback, as if surprised by the governor's order. "A cup of water?"

"Yes, a glass of water, any kind of water, hurry up."

"Okay!" The butler quickly withdrew.

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

As Charles tilted his right hand with a "wow~", the water in the water glass filled the table.

The water quickly soaked the paper on the table, and Charles said to the layer of water on the table: "I am Charles, Governor of Hope Island, and I want to discuss something with you."

This is the method that the Fortan Cult contacted Charles before, using water as a medium of communication. They used this method before in an attempt to win Charles over to deal with the Illuminati Cult, but Charles did not agree at the time.

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

"I'm Charles, Governor of Hope Island. I want to discuss something with you." Charles said again, but there was still no response from the water.

After waiting for a few seconds, just when Charles thought those lunatics didn't want to pay attention to him, a pair of familiar octopus eyes popped out as the surface of the water turned black.

The sound of chewing a piece of thick phlegm came out of the water full of banter.

"For the Almighty, look who this is. Isn't this the honorable Governor of Hope Island, Mr. Charles? You are such a noble existence, and you actually came to find us humble heretics."

Compared with the wooing and pleasing a few months ago, Hook's attitude now is simply heaven and earth.

Charles didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he said straight to the point: "Hook, does your Fortan sect have a way to make the God of Fortan's whisper go crazy?"

"Hehehe... After losing the backing of the Guangming God Sect, are you planning to reconcile with us again?"

Charles frowned slightly, "Just tell me, is there any way for your Fortan sect, and what price you will have to pay for 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 with black viscous liquid, and flung them directly towards Charles' neck.

Charles raised his right foot and kicked hard on the table, and the thick solid wood desk was kicked far away.

The instant distance made it impossible for the tentacles growing from the table to attack Charles.

The next second, the angry roar of the hook came from inside.

"Want us to help you? Dream it!! How many of our believers have had their heads cut off and scalped because of the arrest warrant issued by Hope Island!!"

"The Light God Sect is gone, and your backstage is gone too!! You just wait, after we finish dealing with some matters, we will double what you and the Pope gave us before!!"

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

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

"Hehe, there is room for negotiation? Tell the Almighty after you die, 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 at the hook's fading eyes, and threw out one of his own cards.

"Then what if I now know where you Almighty Ones are? If I exchange this information for a way to save the madman, you will definitely be willing?"

"What?" The water surface that should have been clear turned black again in an instant, not only did Hook's eyes reappear on it, but also other pairs of eyes of different sizes also appeared on it.

Crowded eyes turn the entire table into an eyed monster.

"Mortal! Where did you see the Mighty One!"

"Answer me! You have seen the great Fortan god, why don't you have any abnormalities!"

"If you dare to lie to us!! You are completely finished!!"

Looking at the vertical pupils of the octopus crowding each other in the water, Charles was not in a hurry at this time.

For believers, especially fanatics, nothing is more important than their gods, and they should be the ones who are in a hurry now.

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

The eyeballs on the table communicated with each other for a while and then quickly dispersed. The pool of black water on the table floated up from the table like a piece of cloth, forming a writhing figure, like a jellyfish.

"Have you seen the real body of the Mighty One?"

As soon as the water shadow spoke, Charles knew that this guy was definitely not a hook. His tone and attitude were completely different. It seemed that the Fortan sect had a big man talking to him.

"Let me think about it, just because your people are close to the great and powerful being, mortals can't bear his divine power, so they are all crazy, right?"

"Is there anything you can do?" Charles looked at him with a frown, he was already a little annoyed.

"We have."