Chapter 767 Death

Seeing that his own people surrounded the spiders with water, Gavin's younger brother Kevin slapped the table with his hand, and growled with a hint of anger: "Enough! Do you think this is a fish market at the pier!? Quiet me!"

Although Kevin appears to be the youngest here, his powers seem to be the greatest.

The surrounding believers quickly came up, and stared at Charles with eager but afraid of offending Charles.

Looking at their appearance, Charles now also understands that these guys are the downlines of Gavin's development over the years.

Although the Foundation will not personally manage the territory of the Haik tribe, it is a very good way to find so many Fortan believers on the Broken Heart Island of the Haik tribe. You must know that this is barely the territory of the Foundation.

Where Charles is now is supposed to be a church, Fontan's church.

Looking at the Coral Fortan statue next to him, Charles guessed that Ocotte didn't know that there was still a stronghold underground in this place.

"My lord, what do you think of this place? Is there any room for improvement? We just arranged it according to our imagination. If there is anything that offends, please tell me, and I will make improvements right away."

Looking at Charles who was observing the surrounding environment, Kevin asked with trepidation in his heart.

Charles didn't know how the church of the Fortan Church was arranged, so he could only vaguely say that it was okay.

After Charles's praise, these people immediately beamed with joy, as if everything they had done for so long had meaning.

Looking at the faces in front of him, Charles felt very funny. He didn't expect to be able to use this kind of identity.

But this is a good thing for Charles, which means that he has a lot of useful people in this place.

"I have one thing to help now." Charles' words shocked all the Fortan believers present. They scrambled to say that they did not hesitate to give orders, for fear that if they were slower, they would be preempted by others.

"I want to get on a ship that goes to the depths of the misty sea, or hijack one, preferably to the deepest point. Do you have a solution? Just a ship, I have a chart here."

After hearing Charles' request, everyone frowned. From the expressions on their faces, Charles could tell that this matter was not easy to handle.

"What? It's not easy?" Charles asked.

"It's not difficult to handle." Kevin said after a while of contemplation: "There are false gods of the Haike tribe living in the depths of the sea of ​​mist. Under normal circumstances, only the priests of the temple receive the gods of the false gods. Only then will the ship send some things to the islands in the inner circle of the misty sea."

"If there is no oracle, any ship heading to the inner circle of the Sea of ​​Misty will be very conspicuous, and there is no way to hide. If you want to go there, you must board a regular ship, and you cannot smuggle in."

"Temple." Charles thought of some people in the Haik tribe who wore colorful cloth strips and abandoned religious colors. These people are actually the liaison officers between the Foundation and the outside world. The Croats came forward to collect.

How to get in, this is indeed a problem, he is not the powerful Charles now, the only power he can use is the power of a spider.

Kevin looked at the spider parked there, he gritted his teeth and said decisively: "My lord, please give us some time! This is the first task assigned to us by the church, and we promise to complete it! Everything is for the Mighty! Tan Saveto!"

After Charles looked at him for a few seconds, he shook the spider's ferocious head slightly, and wrote below with the spider's silk: "Everything is for God Ftan."

Charles rubbed his sore neck, sat up from the chair, walked to the sunny balcony, and looked at the lively and peaceful Hope Island outside.

When Cindy brought his spider eyes home, his body could move a little bit. Sitting every day to control the spider, his legs were numb.

The islanders on the streets in the distance who were running around for their lives gave Charles a strong sense of separation, as if he was not living in the same world as them.

He slowly picked up the round glass wine bottle on the table next to him, raised his head and took a big gulp.

At this moment, the brown liquid in the wine bottle began to boil, gradually turning black, and an octopus' cross-pupil eyes appeared inside. "Charles, how's it going?"

"I've encountered some difficulties, and I'm trying to figure out a way to solve them. Don't rush, it's useless. If you have the ability, you can take all the people from the Fortan Church to the Sea of ​​Misty Fog to find trouble with the Foundation." Charles casually put the wine bottle on the balcony.

"Remember, how things are going, let me know as soon as possible. We are now working on another plan to fight the Foundation, let me see if we can cooperate with each other?"

"What plan?" Charles was curious about what plan the Fortan Church could use to cause trouble for the Foundation.

"There's no need to tell you, just do your thing," Ocotte's eyes disappeared from the wine bottle, and Charles grabbed the glass to look at it and then took a sip.

As soon as he took a sip, there were footsteps behind him, which were very familiar.

"Why are you back? Didn't 134 bring you back to He Fang Island?" Charles said without turning his head, Tuba's footsteps were still very recognizable.

Tuba, who was holding a group of colorful mice in his arms, walked up to him and looked at him curiously as if meeting him for the first time.

Turning his head to look at Tuba, who didn't know whether he was a prophet or a lunatic, Charles thought about it and said to him: "For the current situation, what do you think? What is our future like? We defeated the Foundation." , or did the Foundation clear us?"

Tuba shook his head suspiciously, "Have you had breakfast today?"

"What?" Charles said he couldn't understand Tuba's crazy words.

"Is this some kind of metaphor?" He thought to himself, and began to speculate on the possibility.

But soon Tuba's words shattered his guess, "Do you have any breakfast left? I'm hungry, I want to eat."

Charles sighed with exhaustion. If he followed Tuba's train of thought for a long time, he might become a lunatic like him. "Go to the kitchen to find food by yourself. If you don't know where the kitchen is, ask the mouse in your arms."

"Oh." Tuba turned and walked out, but stopped suddenly when he reached the door.

The gray-haired Tuba thought for a while and said: "Yesterday, people from outside would come to me for boxing guessing. I won four out of three sets. I guess I won."

"Oh, I see, it's better to win than to lose." Charles frowns and shakes the wine in the glass, perfunctory absent-mindedly.

Tuba thought about it again, and said, "There is one more thing, I'm about to die."