All the Captains were no longer communicating with Charles, instead, they fixed him with such icy stares, silently resisting the outsider.
Charles, perplexed, touched the mark on his neck as he exited the Association.
He seemed to have been involuntarily drawn into the Cult's struggle. "Suffering Giant Bird? What on earth is that?"
Looking at the bustling harbor before him, Charles felt momentarily troubled.
The sea chart of the Mist Sea didn't seem to be valuable intelligence here, but once it touched on matters of faith, things became complicated.
"I could try the black market or maybe Lily's friend could steal it. This should only be a minor issue," Charles mused as he walked down the steps of the Explorer Association.
But Charles soon felt that something was off. Everyone in the harbor area was sneaking glances at him.
Whether it was the laborers carrying goods or the police maintaining order nearby, their hostile gazes were blatant.
