Franktan cult
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With the echo coins in his hands, a smiling John turned to go, but he pushed open the door to go, and after a moment's thought he turned around in embarrassment.
He looked at the shadows behind him, interwoven between light and darkness.
"I hvae to go, captain, and to tell you the truth, why don't you go ashore, too? If you save enough money to buy a discovery boat, what's the difference? The land of light does not exist."
"There is."
Charles's voice was calm, but his eyes were determined.
"How is it possible that something larger than an island hangs in the air, selflessly providing us with light and warmth and dispelling darkness? It's all a lie made up by the Illuminati."
Seeing That Charles did not speak, Old John sighed and continued to persuade: "When I met you, although you don't even know how to speak, but you were so young, so bright and confident, I thought what a good boy, IF I had a granddaughter I would introduce you."
"You don't have to hide it from me. I know you've been hearing the voice of the gods for days. If you go on like this, you'll really go crazy.
Charles, expressionless, walked to the door and slammed it shut.
"Son, you are too persistent." The sound of John's footsteps faded away, and the door was quiet again.
"Am I too persistent?" Charles muttered to himself, leaning back against the door, his face slowly twisting.
"What's wrong with me wanting to go back? 'cried Charles, with a miserable face.
"I haven't done anything wrong!! Why did this have to happen to me! Why!!"
"Eight years!! Eight years!! Why did YOU put me through this!! I just want to go home what!!" 'Roared Charles.
"Glui MGLW... Na......" The whispers in my ears sounded again, making people extremely agitated.
"I f!!" Furious, he pulled out a pistol and put it to his temple.
Just as the trembling fingers were about to pull the trigger, the muffled protest of the neighbors rang from the nearby wall
"What a racket!! Lower your voice!!"
Charles, excited, was suddenly silent. He thrust his pistol back to his waist, picked up a piece of cloth, and carefully wrapped the wooden knife in the handle.
Charles dreamed many dreams that night, but when he woke up again, he remembered nothing.
"Get high." The door knocks again.
When Charles opened the door, he found himself standing in front of a bald man with a tattoo of an octopus tentacle on his face.
'Captain Charles? I'm Hook. Nice to meet you."
Charles looked up and down warily at the creature in front of him. He had a homely face, his inward-curving misshapen ears, a native of the Coral Islands, and the octopus tentacles on his face to prove his faith.
"What does franktan's disciple want with me? You don't want to give me to your almighty God?"
Sensing the hostility in Charles's words, the hook wasn't angry at all.
"You may not be a worthy sacrifice to the mighty. I have other reasons for calling you, Captain Charles. I hear you are short of money?"
Charles wasn't surprised. This guy wasn't the first guy to hit on him.
"I don't smuggle contraband." Charles said to close the door.
Actually, he lied. He sometimes smuggled when it was profitable, but he just refused to have too much contact with these cults.
The only difference between a Franktan and a lunatic on the street is that he can talk normally. Normal people don't think of monsters under the sea as gods.
Just as the door was closing, Charles heard a number floating in the doorway. "A million echo coins."
Looking at the black pupils in the c***k of the door, the bald hook smiled confidently on his face.
"Sir Charles, these payments will be enough to fill the gap in your funds, and allow you to purchase a top-of-the-line exploration ship. Just think of it. You discover a new island, and you'll have your own land as its governor, and the endless echo coins of women's power will be yours."
Charles didn't know where the gang knew what they wanted, but he had a hunch that having so much money would make it a big step closer to home.
He didn't let his guard down. The Franktan Cult is not a charity, and there must be extreme danger behind the huge rewards.
"Smuggling what?" Charles asked warily.
"You are not asked to smuggle goods, but to help us find them. Please follow me, and our high priest will explain the details to you."
Charles thought for a few seconds and opened the door and followed.
The two men walked out of the port area, through the fishy smell of the port area, toward the island's residential area.
The residential area on the main island of Coral is a bit less chaotic and a bit more popular. Without the grey coral architecture, Charles might as well have been walking the streets of mid-18th century London.
Banks, hospitals, clothing stores, theaters, and all the modern conveniences that would be normal were it not for people's misshapely ears and pale skin.
An island is like a city, and the streets are bustling with people, both rich and poor, as can be seen from their clothes, each busy with his own business.
"Roasted spider crab legs, only 4 echo coins each!"
"Daddy, I can't walk, I can't walk."
"Sell newspapers! Breaking news, Governor Niko is to marry his sixth husband in six days."
"Sir, can YOU spare a moment of your time? I introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior, the almighty almighty, Franktan Saweto."
Charles could not appreciate the quiet and peaceful scenery, no matter how peaceful it was, everything here was as fragile as bubbles. Although very rare, islands inhabited by millions of people have sunk before.
The two move through the gray buildings until they come to a huge church.
There was a sudden silence around the church. In the middle of the hall was a huge stone carving, barely shaped like a man.
It's humanoid, but it's more like a standing rotting octopus, with its outturned scales and eyeballs all over its body making it uncomfortable to look at.
The black-robed devotees lined up in neat rows and whispered to Charles in a language with no consonants, words that sounded familiar to him.
"The high priest is in the confessional. Please follow me." The hook carried Charles through the crowd further in.
The security at the back of the hall was heavy, and at every corner or doorway stood a black-robed devotees. No one spoke, but Charles could feel them all watching him.
In a dark room Charles saw the High priest of franktan, a red-robed figure sprawled on the ground.
The hook made a respectful salute and backed out.
The high priest rose slowly, but did not turn
' Captain Charles, I need you to find something. A sacred thing to my Lord."
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