The captains no longer spoke to Charles. Instead, they regarded him with ice-cold gazes, silently rejecting the outsider.
Completely bewildered, Charles touched the mark on his neck and walked out of the Association.
It seems I've been unwillingly dragged into a conflict between cults. Seeker of Suffering? What the hell is that?
Looking at the bustling port before him, Charles was momentarily at a loss. A sea chart of the Mist Sea didn't seem to be particularly valuable intel here, but once matters of faith were involved, things became troublesome.
I could try the black market, or have Lily's friends steal one. That shouldn't be too big a deal. Charles mused as he walked down the steps of the Explorer Association.
But soon, Charles sensed something was wrong. Everyone in the port district was sneaking glances at him. Whether it was laborers moving cargo or the police maintaining order, their hostile stares were completely unconcealed.
